I continued to kneel on the floor by the bar as Mr. Masters walked slowly to our table. His heels on the marble echoed through the empty restaurant, mixed only with the light jazz playing on the house system and my heavy breathing as I tried to calm my spent body. My cock still pulsed and ached from the titanic eruption that had forced me to my knees. My arm continued to throb in pain from the abuse Walter Masters had inflicted during our arm wrestling match. Even after being beaten by the smaller man so easily, my mind had trouble grasping that someone who weighed only about a hundred and fifty pounds could be so powerful. It had felt like I was struggling against a man five times as big as me, but I knew that no human that size existed. How had he beaten me, I'm a man that weighs over three hundred pounds? I began to feel my sticky wet cum seeping through my pants. I reached up and grabbed hold of the bar in order to steady myself as I stood up. I forced myself to move toward the bathroom to clean up. My body felt like I had just finished a super intense work out session. I glanced in the mirror as I entered the bathroom and saw that I was white as a ghost. The color was caused mostly from the shock of my massive muscles being overpowered so effortlessly by the scrawny man in the other room, but it was also because in the middle of our battle of strength I had become fully aware of a desire that had been hidden from my consciousness until this moment. I now knew why Mr. Masters had made my knees wobble and my heart beat faster whenever he was near me. I, instinctively, knew of his power, his strength. I was aware on some level that he could control me – all of me. My mind and body were now his completely. I desired him more than anything in the world. It was as if he owned me now, like he had some kind of other world influence over me. No, it was more than that; it was about me, about what was going on inside of me. I wanted to submit myself fully to his power. I wanted to please him in a way that showed my life depended on it. I wanted to give myself to this man no matter what the cost. When I looked in the mirror I no longer saw the five foot eight monstrous man that had been there since junior high. Now I saw a man that craved another man as if he were a vampire needing blood or a plant that could only grow if it received life-giving sunlight. I looked at my huge body and now viewed it only as a tool to please Mr. Masters. I surrendered to his dominant power gladly and found comfort in knowing that he could protect me. As difficult as it was for me to believe I knew I had found someone that could control me in a way that I had always unconsciously desired to be controlled.
I pulled my tight pants down and immediately saw the huge wet stain on my posers. When I tried to pull the skin tight lycra fabric my skimpy posers from my body it felt like duct tape being removed from my crotch, that’s how much sticky cum had cemented the fabric to my skin. I took one of the fancy cloth hand towels, ran it under hot water, and began to clean up the huge mess my spewing cock had made. As I worked I started to think back to the strength in Mr. Masters’ small arm. His power had been unfathomable and only the soreness in my own arm confirmed that his muscle force had been real. My limp cock started to harden again as I thought about how my two enormous arms had not been able to budge his own even slightly. The physical ability of this man seemed impossible. I had been like a small flea trying to move a mountain as I arm wrestled Mr. Masters. I began to wonder what his arm or, for that matter, his whole fucking powerful body must be capable of and this made my semi-stiff rod shoot completely rigid. If my entire weight could not nudge his one arm even a small bit, then I could not start to imagine what his whole body might be able to withstand. I let my mind picture Mr. Masters holding back a semi with just his two arms or stopping a train with just a tap from one of his shoulders. This was just freaking impossible – that this small man’s body could have so much strength. By this time I was pumping my now strained purple-colored cock. I had to rest my other big hand on the counter top to balance my body as I stroked myself with quick and strong thrusts. I focused on the idea of Walter Masters pushing a tank backwards with just one arm as he pumped his hard cock with his other hand. This image brought me quickly to a point of needing release. After a particularly tight thrust of my hand down my hard shaft I, again, started to spew copious amounts of Masters’ induced cum. The white milky substance flew into the air and hit the mirror with a force so strong that I instantly worried it might crack the surface. I continued to ejaculate for a while and my juice covered a large part of the mirror as well as the counter below. I was concentrating so hard on the images of Mr. Masters in my mind that I did not realize I screamed out in ecstasy as my jizz shot everywhere. Walter Masters certainly heard my repeat performance as my cries echoed through the empty restaurant.
Once my body stopped convulsing and I was able to erase visions of super strength from my mind I returned to the task of cleaning my sticky body. I decided to leave the streaks of cum on the mirror and counter top to give a thrill to the person sent to clean the room. I hoped it would be some guy that would immediately recognize that this kind of cream release was certainly due to the muscle master of all masters. I stared at my huge body for a few more minutes after I was ready to go back into the restaurant. No wonder Mr. Masters wanted me to take my shirt off; I could see how hot I looked. My body was pumped up from the exertion of two volcanic cum eruptions. Thick veins snaked across all parts of my body, but they stood out especially up and down my thick forearms. I marveled at how powerful they looked in the mirror and then my mind began to drift back to the fact that Walter Masters had so easily beaten my massive guns. My cock started to get hard again, so I decided I needed to get back out to the table quickly. Without any provocation my rod went completely stiff as soon as I saw my new master sitting at the table. He didn't even look up as I walked closer.
“Let me guess, you busted out another wad of your cum just thinking about my power while you were in the bathroom, didn't you.”
“Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.”
I felt like I had done something wrong; like I should have saved my man juice for this powerful master before me. I turned into some kind of small child that had been caught doing something dirty. I stood there and let my head fall forward in shame. I could see my own enormous powerful chest below my chin, but I felt weak and small.
“It’s okay Royd. I like the idea that my fucking power can make you shoot a load just from thinking about me. Tell me, what image made you lose control?”
“Um . . . I was . . . uh . . . thinking about you . . . um . . . holding back a tank with one arm while you masturbated with your other hand.”
“Nice, Royd, nice. I like the way you think. So you like all the power wrapped up in this small body, don't you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Sit down, Royd. No need to feel ashamed. I'm sure I'll be able to get you to ejaculate many more times this evening. I'm counting on that huge body of yours to have a lot more cum power than most men. Let’s get back to our lovely meal, shall we?”
“Yes sir.”
I sat down and at the same moment Francois appeared with our meal. It was an incredible lamb risotto. More wine was poured and we settled back into our lovely comfortable conversation from before, but much had changed. I knew my place now. I also knew that I was completely spellbound by Mr. Masters. I wanted him in a way that both thrilled me and scared the hell out of me. After a sudden pause in the midst of our conversation I felt empowered to ask a question that had been burning in my mind.
“Mr. Masters, sir, do you mind if I ask . . . I mean I was wondering how . . . I was curious if you've . . .”
“How did I get so strong? That’s what you're asking isn't it Royd?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, it’s simple Royd. My story is very similar to yours. Somewhere in the middle of seventh grade I began to notice a change in my body. It was bizarre and hard to explain. I just began to notice little things like I would break shoestrings easily when tying my shoes, I would break things easily – especially if I was mad, and I started to feel a kind of energy running through my body that made me confident beyond belief. Secretly I would start to test my strength. I would do things like put as many pounds on my brothers’ weight set as possible and lift it easily. I was able to lift the entire set of weights with one hand by the time I entered eighth grade. I didn't want to call attention to my strength because it also made me very scared. I had hurt my brother, who was about six years older than me, a few times when we were wrestling and I feared that I was some kind of freak. I also found it very strange that I wasn't getting bigger in size. It was about that time that I finally put a word on another feeling going on inside of me and I quickly knew I was a homosexual. I jumped into being gay like a duck to water. I did it secretly, but I started jerking off to visions of big men. More specifically, I got off to the idea that I could control big men or make them submit to me in some way. High school was pretty normal and I stay very closeted – about my strength and my sexual orientation, but college gave me a chance to rip both doors off the hinges. By some stroke of luck I was assigned as roommate to the biggest freshman our college had ever seen. He wasn't as big as you, but he wasn't shabby either. One night he was a little drunk and challenged me to a wrestling match in our room. Well, needless to say, my desire for his body kicked in and I didn't hold back as we wrestled. I would hold my ground, as he would try to move me or push me over, never moving an inch. This caused him to get frustrated and he tried to pick me up. I easily wrenched his hands from his body, being careful not to use too much force to hurt him, and then picked him up as if he were a pillow. I tossed him across the room onto his bed and he sat up with a look on his face that I'll never forget. It was a mixture of shock and lust. I was so turned on that I began to cream in my pants just standing there. I also saw that he was sporting one of the hardest and largest cocks I'd ever seen. From that moment on I was on top, so to speak, in our relationship. He became my submissive boy in many different ways. It was great for four years, but he never admitted to being gay. We just lived a secret life of me being his master for all of our college years and then he got engaged to his girlfriend second semester of our senior year. We graduated and I never heard from him again. I have a funny feeling that he still beats off all the time thinking about me easily holding his body down with one hand or lifting it in the air as if it weighed nothing. It’s funny now that I think about it. He would never arm wrestle me. What a shame, really, cause I would have liked to make him shoot a load just from overpowering his big arm. He used to cum in his pants when I would lift his body over my head and then toss it in the air a few times. We might have to try that some day Royd. I think you'd like it a lot. Little old me lifting huge you into the air without any strain at all. Then I could send your body flying into the air a few feet and shock the hell out of your body when I easily catch you. Your cock is harder than concrete right now isn't it?”
“Yes sir.”
“You like hearing this power master talk about his strength, don't you?
“Um, yes sir.”
“That’s nice, Royd. I've had a few big boy toys since college and they were really into my strength, but there is something much more consuming about your lust for me. It’s as if your desire matches your size. I think we are going to be a very fine match, you and I. I'm very turned on by your muscles and you get off on my strength. What could be better?”
“Um . . . you fucking me.”
I shocked myself with my sudden answer. Walter Masters looked at me silently and smiled. I know I turned red from my embarrassment. How could I say something so bold? It was so unlike me. I knew the answer to my own question. I had answered from some base need that now controlled everything I said or did. I wanted my master to be happy. I wanted to please Mr. Masters as much as I wanted to breathe. I also wanted him to show off his strength. I wanted to feel his arms lift my big body in the air and I hoped he would even do it with one hand. I also wanted to see what his power could do to man-made things, like furniture or automobiles or even buildings. I craved to watch him destroy things. I wanted to listen to him talk about things he had done with his hands, things he had easily molded or broken. I wanted to see if his powerful legs could propel him high into the air. I wanted to watch him test his strength in any way he wanted to. My dick began to ache again from the need to release my already built up third load of cum. It was very apparent that he was pleased with my quick response. He knew it was completely honest and came from some deep desire that he, himself, had unleashed in me.
“It’s certainly in the plans, Royd. You don't need to worry your pretty head about that. It’s just not time for it right now, though. We have to explore this special bond between us a lot more before my super powerful cock plows your muscled ass. As a matter of fact I'd like to go for some muscle dessert right now. Chef Martin!”
Mr. Masters turned his head as he called out towards the kitchen. A few seconds later the door opened and a short stocky guy in a white uniform bounded into the room with a big grin across his face. The guy was built like a miniature linebacker. He couldn't have been over five feet five inches tall, but you could tell he had a pretty solid body. He stole long glances of me as he walked to the table, but he quickly grabbed Walter Masters’ outstretched hand when he got beside him and kissed it twice.
“Bonsoir, Monsieur Masters!”
“Bonsoir, Martin. Dinner was delicious. Thank you very much. This is my friend, Royd Roided. We were wondering if you'd like to join us for a little muscle dessert?”
The chef turned to me and took a deep breath, as if he were preparing himself for tasting a fine wine or looking at a famous painting for the first time. His eyes stayed on my face for just two seconds and then made a beeline for my shoulders, chest, and arms. I was worried the guy was about to start foaming at the mouth.
“Bonsoir, Monsieur Roided. Oui, oui, I would like to join you very much, Monsieur Masters. It would give me much pleasure. Much pleasure indeed.”
I glanced at my new super strong master sitting across from me and was puzzled about what was coming next. I could tell by the look on Masters’ face that he had a plan of action devised to give himself much pleasure. I also knew that it mattered little to him if Chef Martin or I received any benefit from what we were about to do, but somehow I could tell his idea would thrill all three of us. My cock returned to full mast immediately.
“What shall it be this evening Martin? Should we play Mt. Roided and do a little muscle climbing?”
“Oui, sil vous plait!”
“I thought you'd like that, my friend. Stand up Royd and step into this open space.”
Walter Masters was pointing to a spot nearby that was void of chairs or tables. I stood up immediately and stepped to the appointed area. My powerful date turned his chair so he could look directly where I stood. I realized quickly he was not going to take part in what was coming next. He was merely using us to put on some kind of pleasure show for him. This made me feel even more excited and I began to hope that I could please him deeply. I turned to see Martin removing the top of his chef’s uniform. As soon as it fell to the floor I was rewarded with a view of his tightly muscled upper body. My intuition had been right; he was built like a short tank. His arms looked powerful and he had a big chest devoid of any hair. In one quick movement the small chef removed his pants and underwear, having already kicked off his shoes and socks. A short, but very thick cock slapped against his firm abs with a slight smacking sound. The short chef stood up straight and looked at with me with eyes full of lust. My new master barked orders at me.
“Give me a double biceps pose Royd and make it very strong. Now.”
My arms shot up in the air like I was part of a test of Maslow’s theory. Someone stronger than me had asked me to do something and my need to please him made me respond immediately. I instinctively spread my legs a little to give my body a firm foundation. My arms locked in place as if they were set in stone or marble. I flexed my monstrous biceps like they had never been flexed before. I wanted Walter Masters to be blown away with the size of my arms. I looked directly at him and saw the edges of his mouth turn upward in approval. This caused my cock to pulse harder. I was ecstatic because I had made my master happy.
“Procedent, le chef Martin.”
It was obvious that the chef had been given an order. I realized that Mr. Masters was not only in total control of me, but he also gave directions to the stocky man standing to my right. I braced myself for what was coming. The built short man walked behind me. He jumped up a little and reached his hands up around my right biceps. His thick short palms grabbed hold of my bulging peak and held on tight. I immediately realized that I should not let my body move even a fraction of an inch. I tightened my entire body and my biceps actually rose a few inches more. My arms did not move at all. It was holding the entire weight of the bulky man like he was nothing more than the sleeve of a t-shirt. I gritted my teeth in order to hold my double bicep pose completely. Chef Martin cranked out ten quick chin-ups using my bicep as his bar. I continued to stare at Mr. Masters and it was obvious that the display was pleasing him. He had a big smile across his face as he watched. I was a little disappointed because he had conveniently crossed his legs so I could not see if he was getting a hard-on or not. Without any warning the short chef swung his body around my arm and ended up on top of it like an expert gymnast on a pommel horse. He locked his arms and was holding his body in place above my solid peak. Chef Martin began to bend his arms and lower his body and then push it up. He continued to do this for twenty reps and I'm sure it gave his shoulders and traps a great workout. Each time he brought his body upward his hard cock rubbed against my thick arm and this caused the man to shiver a little and moan out loud. I wanted to turn and watch the guy using my big bicep for his exercises but I forced myself to stare at Water Masters. I was sure this would please him and that was my only goal at the moment. My arm was beginning to feel the weight of Chef Martin but I refused to let it show. Beads of sweat began to appear on my chest from my exertion, but nothing else gave away the fact that a small well-built man was climbing all over my body. Chef Martin maneuvered his body so his right leg swung up over my head, turning at the same time so he sat down on my wide shoulder with his back against the side of my face. There was relief in my arm since his weight was now mostly on my shoulder, but I continued to hold my double bicep pose. Chef Martin immediately got comfortable, slid his body slightly forward, and then used his hands to press his hard cock against my bulging biceps. I knew what to do without even being asked. I began to lower and raise my forearm to make the massive mound of muscle against his stiff shaft give him pleasure. The small man began to breathe hard and started mumbling what I'm sure was cuss words in French. Whenever my biceps would be tensed hard at the peak of my pose he would push his cock firmly into it. The friction caused by my actions quickly brought Chef Martin to a place where his body was begging for release. It was at that moment I realized I could see what was going on in the reflection of the mirror behind the large bar. I tried to not look because I wanted to please my new master, but that’s when he decided to give me a little present.
“You may watch.”
Such a simple statement, but what a flood of joy it released into my body. I lifted my gaze immediately and my cock throbbed harder because of the sight I beheld. Here was this hot little man straddling my shoulder using my flexed biceps to jerk himself off. I was huge compared to Chef Martin. I must admit that the view of me standing there pumping my huge arms while the guy on my shoulder just stared at my biceps and cried out each time I made it bulge upward turned me on very much. I felt like Walter Masters had given me a giant present by creating this little scenario. I realized it was all for his own pleasure but I was excited at the same time. I focused on the tensed head of Chef Martin’s cock scraping slowly up and down the ridges of my multi-layered biceps. Each of us was holding our breath in anticipation of the upcoming eruption. The room was only filled with the lust filled panting of the man that was struggling hard not to shoot too soon. My lips parted and I ran my tongue along them as I watched the small man’s cock head turn a deep purple from the strain. I was impressed with his ability to withhold orgasm. It was obvious by the look in his eyes that my enormous biceps thrilled him beyond belief. He stared at it with deep longing each time it swelled upward. A thin sliver of pre-cum stretched from the tip of his dick to the top of my muscled peak and extended even further when I flexed. I was impressed even more when I witnessed Chef Martin bring his head down to my biceps, actually folding his body forward at his center and lick the top of my bulging arm and the tip of his cock at the same time. I was sure this tight little man was capable of giving himself a blowjob and that thrilled me even more. When his tongue ran across the peak of my biceps I flexed harder and made it push upward to an insane height. This was more than the little chef could take. He sat straight up quickly, threw his head back, and screamed so loud that I thought it might shatter glass. At the same time his cock released a geyser-sized amount of cum that shot out into the middle of the room, some of it hitting my flexed forearm and much of the last spurts falling all over the top of my bulging biceps like someone was pouring cream sauce over a huge boulder. I looked down and could see a line of cum stretching across the floor for about six feet from where I was standing. The small man again impressed me; he certainly had a powerful ejaculating cock. As his body began to recover from the explosion he leaned his back against my head. I knew I should give the poor soul a few minutes to regain some composure. I lowered my arms and from the burning sensation that pulsed through my biceps, triceps, and forearms I realized just how tight I had held my pose. Chef Martin continued to rest on my wide shoulder. Once he had caught his breath and his heart had returned to a regular beat, he turned and tapped the top of my head. I somehow knew this was a signal to help him down. He swung his leg draped down my back to the front and actually sat on my shoulder facing the mirror. It was incredible. I could see that there was still a little room on my huge shoulder even with him turned fully forward. I reached up with both hands and grabbed his waist. I easily lifted the man in the air. Mr. Masters’ voice caused me to stop as I held Chef Martin above my head.
“Wait. Let’s get Chef Martin’s ass ready to give my big stud some pleasure. I think you deserve a reward Royd. Your strong master wants you to be happy. Why don't you use that tongue of yours to lube up his tight hole.”
It didn't take a genius to know what Mr. Masters was suggesting. I could sense that the stocky man I held a few feet off the ground liked the idea as much as I did. He lifted his legs into the air as I held him high, causing the cheeks of his ass to part slightly. I could see his inviting hole pulsing with excitement. I was sure this man’s ass was one of the tightest I would ever encounter, kind of like the rest of his fucking hot body. I tilted my head upward and then lowered his body toward my mouth. His ass cheeks brushed up against my face as I forced my extended tongue into his clamped shut hole. I forced my tip to pry apart the closed door of his love shaft and then slammed the entire bulk of my powerful slippery python into his ass. Chef Martin moaned loudly and I could tell my tongue was giving him immense pleasure. He was able to cry out as I explored his tight cavity.
“Sa langue est si grande!”
I wasn't sure what he said, but I know it had to do with how big my tongue felt in his ass. Chef Martin began to rock his body back and forth on my face like some kind of expert gymnast or sex enthusiast. He tried to force my exploring tongue further into his pleasure hole. This made me sure that the small man was ready for my monster cock up his ass. I moved the tip of my tongue to the walls of his ass chute and loved how this made his body shake in ecstasy. By this point I was so ready to fuck his tight hole that pre-cum was bubbling from my dickhead like some kind of not-so-dormant volcano. I lifted his body from my face and my tongue popped out of his hole with a sound that resembled the uncorking of a champagne bottle. I carried his body toward a booth table across the room. I lowered him to my waist as we got to the table. Chef Martin used his arms to shove everything on the table to the floor when we got there. He didn't care that wine glasses, plates, silverware, and centerpieces fell to the floor. He was focused only on getting fucked by my giant hard cock. I placed his body on the table with his ass sticking out at the edge. I reached down and undid my pants. They didn't fall to the floor because they were so tight on my muscled legs. My rock hard massive cock fell out and slapped against one of Chef Martin’s bulbous ass cheeks with a loud smack. This made the chef to cry out.
“Veuillez le coller dons moi!”
“He wants you to plow his ass, big guy.”
I actually didn't need Mr. Masters’ interpretation because the small built man’s body made it obvious what he wanted. The chef had raised his ass slightly off the table and he had somehow made his hole open up for intrusion by my mega cock. I wasn't too overcome with excitement and desire to miss the pleased tone in the voice of my master. I instinctively knew that the super strong man was not stroking himself or even planning to ejaculate as he watched, he was just pleased that I was following his orders so well. I also knew he would love seeing Chef Martin’s ass being plugged by my massive cock. To toy with the small man on the table, and to please my watching master, I took two fingers and slid them into my mouth. I made sure they were covered with my warm saliva. I then lowered my hand to the waiting hole beneath me. I shoved the two fingers into the tight opening, making sure Chef Martin quickly felt how thick they were and received the full force of my action. The man cried out and I could tell it was in response to both pleasure and pain. I immediately started twisting my fingers and separating them slightly so they'd scrape up against the walls of his anal cavity. This caused Chef Martin’s ass to rise higher in the air as he attempted to make my fingers travel deeper into him. I was amazed by the fact that the small man seemed ready for me to fill him with something much bigger than my fingers. I pulled my hand from his ass and he moaned loudly as my fingers passed the walls of his opening. I quickly slid the tip of my cock to the puckered gap in his ass crack. I pushed my dick into him and his hole held tightly closed as if it were fearful of what was coming. This actually caused my monster rod to push his body across the table. I quickly leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders with my giant hands. This was all the leverage my body needed. I pulled his body toward me and at the same time I shoved my crotch forward. The head of my cock blasted through the tensed gate of his love chute. The sound that came out of his mouth seemed like a sonic boom. It was a cry of intense sexual satisfaction. At the same time his ass seemed to open fully to accommodate my giant cock. Chef Martin raised his butt again to cause my rod to slide deeper into his body. I pushed hard at the same time and our bodies hit with a loud thump when I was completely in. I thrust my crotch into his ass cheeks so I could ram in even more deeply and this caused my dick head to press up against his prostate hard. This caused even more intense screams of joy from the man. I began to pull back and push forward with my muscled legs at a pace that made the muscled ass of Chef Martin quiver in excitement. I grabbed hold of the man’s midsection after pulling him fully into my body and then lifted him off the table. While holding him in the air I began to turn his small body around. The limber chef raised his legs upward as I turned his torso. I could tell this motion made my monster cock bring his ass more enjoyment than he had ever experienced before. When I had his body completely turned so he was facing upward I could see that he was extremely happy. The man certainly was a good fuck. I laid him back on the table, reached up and grabbed his raised legs by his calves, and then proceeded to plow him at almost superhuman speed. By this time I was so fucking excited that I didn't care how rough I got and, by the look on his face, Chef Martin didn't either. Without any warning the thick hard cock, which was sticking straight up his tight abs, began to spew forth gobs of thick white cum. His ass tightened and his face turned dark red as he stopped screaming and breathing to ejaculate like some wild beast. My legs continued to pound up against his ass and it took only a few more slams to cause my own cock to shoot what seemed like gallons of juice into his deep fuck tunnel. He began to breathe again and purr like some kind of kitten as he felt my warm sex sauce coat his insides. He was finally able to speak, but only in a whisper.
“Ceci doit etre ciel.”
“Chef Martin says this must be heaven.”
I turned my head to look at my master. He was sitting there with a very pleased face and smiled approvingly. I smiled back as I reached up to wipe sweat from my forehead. I had not realized how hard I had been working this poor man’s ass. I looked back down and saw that Chef Martin was so spent that he had fallen asleep. There was a childlike look of deep satisfaction on his face. I gently pulled my cock from his ass and when it was fully out he mumbled something and then curled into a fetal position on the table. The man was in a dreamlike state and I was sure it included visions of me. I reached down and shoved my still hard cock into my pants. I turned to face Walter Masters. I also glanced at my body in the mirror and saw that it was gleaming in the light because of the coating of sweat that covered me. The sheen caused my muscles to stand out in a way that was a huge turn on. I stared at myself and hoped Mr. Masters saw me in the same way. I realized at that moment that all I wanted to do for the rest of my life was to please this man. I was his completely. If he said jump I would only stop quick enough to ask how high he wanted me to go. I was certainly ready for the man to show me more of his incredible strength, but I was also ready to spend every moment making him happy. I freely admitted that I was now his sex slave. I would continue to build up my body in hopes that it would somehow make me worthy of him. Deep down I knew he was also connected to me in a powerful way, but I also knew he was the master and I was his servant. This was a position I gladly accepted.
“That was a fine fucking, Royd. You made your master very proud. In fact I'm so pleased that I am going to reward you. Get your shirt and let’s go. I think I need to show off a little for you. You've earned it.”
Mr. Masters reached into his wallet and pulled out a bunch of bills. He tossed them on the table in front of him and then stood up. He turned and began to walk out of the room. He knew I would follow like some kind of puppy. I grabbed my shirt quickly and then followed him out of the restaurant. I was ready to follow Walter Masters anywhere he wanted.
7.31.2009
Royd Roided Gets A Leash - Part Two
I started the next day with a workout that was much more intense than usual. I believe I was trying to subconsciously emphasize my size and strength because of the weird feeling that had been present when I awoke that morning. My first thought had been about Walter Masters and how much I desired him. My second thought had been full of embarrassment and a little shame at how I had acted around him. I had been reduced to some kind of wimp or ass-licker and I did not like it. I usually towered over any man I met, both physically and mentally. Why in the hell had I allowed this man to get under my skin so much? Why had I shot a giant load of cum just from thoughts of Mr. Masters plowing my ass? Why did I still have this strong desire to make the man immensely happy, even after all of my feelings of displeasure at how he affected me? This is what made me load extra weight on every bar I lifted that morning. I was worn out at the end of my workout and sitting in the locker room when my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Sean, so I answered.
“Hey Sean.”
“Well, you made quite the impression last night, mister.”
“What?”
“Walter couldn't stop talking about you after you were gone.”
Even though I was exhausted, my cock jerked hard at Sean’s words. I immediately felt a surge of happiness envelope my body because Walter Masters had talked about me. For a brief second I realized how idiotic and childish my reaction was, but it didn't matter. I was giddy like a love-stricken eighth grade school girl. I tried desperately to hide my excitement from Sean and attempted to speak very calmly.
“That’s very kind of him. I'm flattered.”
“Come on Royd, it’s me, Sean. I know you are a lot more than flattered. This is the Walter Masters, a man that makes me sometimes wish I had never met Curtis, and you know how much I love my man. So, don't be playing all innocent and calm with me, spill baby, spill. Tell daddy Sean all that happened! How did I miss this love connection happening?”
“Really, Sean, don't get overly dramatic. We just talked. Mr. Masters spoke to many people. It was no big deal.”
“The man made me rearrange people’s places at my table so he would be beside you, Royd. Don't tell me it wasn't a big deal. You know I've had that table arrangement planned for weeks and put you where Stan, the no show, would have sat if he could have been there. Walter knows what a control freak I am. He would not ask to be moved unless there was something very important that he would gain. I also saw him follow you outside after you left. The man has set his sights on you, Royd. Mark my words.”
“You are a control freak and you notice way too much. Yes, he did follow me out to my car and he asked me out.”
“I knew it! Please tell me you said yes. If you didn't I swear I will come down there and punch you out, that is, if a punch from me could hurt you in any possible way. Seriously, tell me you said yes.”
“I said yes.”
“Good boy! Now I'll be able to live vicariously through you. What did you think of Walter?”
There are people in our lives that are somehow able to get us to share anything. Sean was one of those people for me. I knew I needed to confide in someone about the diverse feelings that Walter Masters caused to well up in me, so this was a perfect opportunity to come clean.
“He turns me on so fucking much, Sean!”
“Join the club, Royd, join the club!”
“But there’s something more. I can't really describe it. When I'm around him I get all flustered and turn into some sort of subservient idiot.”
“Wow, even the big alpha dog, Royd, falls under the Walter Masters’ spell.”
“What?”
“Listen, Royd. Everyone I know has a similar reaction to Walter – even me. I can't explain it, but the guy has some kind of super power that makes other men go weak at the knees and act in strange ways. I've only known a few guys that Walter has dated, but one thing has been in common with all of them. They were all huge and they were all insanely devoted to the man.”
There was something in Sean’s words that both soothed and agitated me at the same time. I was immediately happy to hear that Mr. Masters liked big men. I didn't usually use my size to catch a person, but if my body pleased Masters that made me very happy. But at the same time I was really disturbed by the fact that other people had a similar bizarre reaction to the man. The kind of attraction that made people do crazy things, like spend an entire workout session daydreaming of what the man’s cock would feel like shoved up your ass. I was becoming a little more distressed by my overwhelming desire to have this man approve of me. I felt like I was some small child looking for my parents’ affirmation about something I had done. It was really hard to explain, but I wanted Mr. Masters to give me his blessing in some way – just to let me know that I was worthy of him. All of these conflicting feelings were very confusing and immensely frustrating.
“So did he ever date one of these guys for a long time?”
“Listen to you, already planning a wedding. I don't know Royd; he’s such a private man. I know he hasn't dated anyone for a very long time. I met one guy about five years ago, but I can't remember his name. One thing for sure, though, the dude wasn't as big as you. I think you might be a keeper for my man Walt. Like I said, he likes giant muscular guys that aren't afraid to show off their size and strength. That’s one of the things I remember about the last guy he dated, he wore a lot of tight clothes and was always making sure Walter was taken care of, you know, like always getting his drink, holding his coat, opening the door, and much more. I think Walter loves to be taken care of, even though he doesn't need anything or anyone.”
This last part of our conversation made me very happy. I felt like I was getting some inside scoop on how to win over a potential boyfriend. Sean was like my Cyrano de Bergerac feeding me lines to woo Walter Masters. I memorized everything he said and immediately started thinking of ways to impress the man on our date. My mind was so focused on the upcoming evening that I didn't realize that Sean had been silent for a few seconds.
“Oh shit, Royd, you're really smitten aren't you? This is great. I like you both so much and it would make me very happy if you two were together. Of course you'll have to promise to tell me everything. I'm serious. Promise me Royd. Promise me right now.”
“I know better than to make that promise, Sean. I will, however, promise to tell you as much as I can. There’s something fiercely secretive about Walter Masters and I get a strong feeling that I shouldn't do anything to displease him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like people sharing his personal stuff.”
“That’s a wise choice, Royd. I'll settle for you telling me what you can. That will have to do. So, this little pact starts right after your date. When are the two of you going out?”
“Tonight.”
“Dayyum, boy, you move fast. Or, more likely, Walter moves fast. Well that means you'll have to call me tomorrow and tell me what you can. Okay?”
“Yes, I will. And listen, Sean, thanks for inviting me last night. I had a really nice time.”
“Well I do believe you had the nicest time of anyone, well except for Walter, of course. I'll talk to you tomorrow, big man. Don't do anything I wouldn't do tonight and you know that leaves it wide open. Bye for now!”
“Bye Sean.”
I sat in the middle of the locker room thinking about my conversation with Sean. I was now even more confused by Mr. Walter Masters than before. It was hard for me to believe that other people had the same kind of reaction to the man as I did. I wondered if their reaction was just as intense as mine had been. Did they shoot a gob of cum into their pants, as well? Sean said he was attracted to Masters, but his desire did not seem to be as overwhelming as mine. Was it because he had known the guy for so long? Did the intensity wear off the longer you knew the man? Or was it something else? After a few more seconds of contemplation I had a revelation. Maybe the size of the man that was attracted to Masters had something to do with the severity of the reaction. Could my three hundred and eighty pounds of solid muscle have something to do with the way that Walter Masters reduced me to such a total slave pup? A feeling deep inside of me said that I was right. I also began to think that this also had a lot to do with the fact that Walter Masters was drawn to big men. I became determined to fight the feeling this evening. I decided that Masters would not have the same intense power over me as he did the night before. After all, I was fucking strong and powerful myself. I would use my strength to not fall under whatever spell the man had on people. I had just spent three hours lifting more weight than two or three men can lift together. I surely could withstand the attraction of a small man like Masters. I suddenly had a lot more energy than I had a few minutes before. My cock was still hard as stone, but I had been empowered by my reminder of who I was and what I could do. I was going to be the one in control on our date. Tonight, Mr. Walter Masters would definitely see that I am the alpha dog in our budding relationship. He would be the guy shooting a wad in his pants this evening – just from being around my body and my strength. I felt more powerful than I had felt in a long time and I was very much looking forward to my date with Walter.
At ten until seven that evening I was standing on the front steps of my townhouse covered in a nervous sweat as I waited for Mr. Masters. The confidence I had felt that morning in the gym had slowly dissipated during the day and completely drained from my body around six o'clock. I began to worry about every little detail as I prepared for my date. I changed clothes about eight times because I was desperate to find the right outfit to please Walter Masters. I washed gel out of my hair two times because I was sure I could make it look better for my date. When I noticed it was a quarter until seven I grabbed and put on the tightest shirt and pants I owned, grabbed my wallet and keys, and rushed downstairs. I did not want to keep Mr. Masters waiting, even for a minute. I was nervous he might arrive early so I wanted to be down there just in case. As I stood there waiting for the man I noticed that my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as it had the night before when I first met Masters. I also realized that my stomach was full of butterflies and I felt very light headed. I knew I needed to calm myself down so I spoke to myself out loud.
“Shit, get it together Roided. Where’s that bravado you had this morning? Remember who you are boy! Look at you. You're a fucking huge man and Walter Masters is basically a short little guy. Why are you getting so worked up? Calm down, Royd, calm down. You're just as good as Masters. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
At that moment I looked down my street and noticed a shiny black limousine making its way slowly in my direction. I knew it was Mr. Masters right away. I stepped down to the curb and waited. I glanced at my watch, but I knew it would be seven on the nose before I even looked. The limo pulled into the empty space in front of my place, which was reserved for drop offs and pick-ups. I clasped my hands together to try and prevent them from shaking. I also held them straight down to try and cover the blaring hard-on that pressed against my pants. My mouth went dry as the driver opened his door, said good evening, and then opened the back door for me to get in. I bent low, grabbing the side of the car to steady myself, and entered the spacious back of the limo.
“Good evening, Royd.”
God, just his voice alone sent shivers down my body as I slid into the seat beside Mr. Walter Masters. I didn't respond to him immediately. I just stared at him like a man that was seeing water for the first time after being lost in the desert for days. He looked incredible. His hair was perfect in that messed-up-but-it’s-supposed-to-look-like-this sort of way. He had on a collared Ted Baker shirt and some dark slacks. He was a beautiful man. That’s the only thought that kept running through my mind. My mouth opened but I could not speak. I just continued to look at the man beside me.
“You look very nice, Royd. That shirt and those pants show off all of your bulging attributes.”
I was instantly embarrassed and realized that he was mostly referring to my hard cock. My hands shot to my crotch to cover the thick piece of stiff meat. This made Walter Masters smile and that, in turn, made me flush a darker shade of red. I took a deep breath to calm my shaking body. I also finally realized that the car had begun to move.
“Why so nervous, Mr. Roided?”
“I don't know. You just seem to have some kind of power over me that makes me weak at the knees.”
I was surprised by my own honesty, but I was also trying to keep the conversation light and fun. Masters reached over and placed his hand on top of mine, which was resting on the other one that was covering my cock. The moment his skin touched mine I was overcome with a need to cry out in pleasure, but it quickly passed and my body began to settle down. He grabbed my hand tightly and my heart began to beat slower, as if I was falling into the rhythm of his body. Once we both knew my body was peaceful, as well my cock, he took his hand from mine and placed it back in his own lap. Again, I was amazed at how this man could manipulate my body’s needs so easily. I was breathing normal and I felt natural.
“I don't believe your knees are very weak, Royd. As a matter of fact, I don't think there’s a weak part to that beautiful body of yours. I'd say you're pretty strong.”
His compliment soothed me even more. I was filled with happiness at the thought that he noticed and liked my body. I felt affirmed and it was like I had pleased him in some way. I turned to look into his beautiful eyes. He was staring at me with a smile that invited me even more deeply into his mysterious power. I felt protected and comforted in a way that was hard to explain. I also desired the man more than before, if that was even possible.
“We're feeling a lot calmer now, aren't we, my friend?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your heart’s not pounding uncontrollably and you're not sweating up a storm, right?”
I could not believe he knew my body had reacted this way. Was the guy a mind reader or something? I was blown away at how well he knew me, but at the same time it felt natural and familiar.
“No, that’s all stopped, sir. But how could you know that was happening to me?”
“Call it intuition Royd or something like it. Maybe it’s because I can sense weakness in other men. I don't know what it is, but I know you're a lot better now.”
His words stung me in a way that I couldn't explain. It was a mixture of being hurt and also knowing that he had hit the nail on the head. I still had enough self confidence to chuckle at the fact that he thought I was weak. I initially wanted to grab his skinny neck with my massive hand to show him just how powerful I was, but there was a feeling still buried somewhere in my subconscious that bubbled up to my mind and told me his statements were absolutely true. I could not believe this little man beside me could even begin to dream that he could find a weakness in me, but the fact that I had gone limp like a wet noodle beside him only made it worse because it affirmed his words. Even though I didn't understand it at all, Walter Masters did have some kind of unknown power over me. I made no move to prove my strength to him; I merely sat there like a submissive puppy.
“You had the urge to show me your power just now, didn't you? You were hurt by my comment about weakness. But something deep inside told you I am right. You can't explain this feeling within you, but there is a desire fueling your actions now. It’s a desire that you've never fully felt before, but it has always existed. Not since childhood have you met anything or anyone that has this kind of impact on you, have you Royd?”
“No . . . No, sir.”
“Even the automatic need to add the word ‘sir’ to your response is an indication of this soon-to-be blossoming awareness inside you, Royd. You're responding to something very primitive, my friend. You are connecting with a part of you that has longed for release for quite some time, but there has never been anyone that could harness that inner desire. That is, there hasn't been anyone until now. Ah, here we are at the restaurant.”
I was so lost in what he was saying that I didn't realize the car had stopped and my door had been opened by the driver. I was trying desperately to make some sense out of Walter Masters’ comments. On a deep level I knew everything he said was true, but I simply could not understand it. Why did I have this need to say sir to him each time I responded? Why did he have this unimaginable power over me? And why in the hell did I find him so fucking irresistible? I forced myself to turn and get out of the car. My entire body could sense that the man was staring at me and smiling as he followed. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed that we were in front of the most popular and most expensive French restaurant in town. I had only been here once for drinks, and that had been because Sean wanted to check it out. This place was even too high-end for Sean and Curtis, let alone me.
When we stepped into the restaurant the first thing I noticed was that there was no noise. The place was as quiet as a library. We were met by a tall young man that spoke to Mr. Masters in French. As they shook hands I took a moment to look around the large dark restaurant. I suddenly realized why it was so quiet, there was no on there. The entire place was empty. I turned to my date with a very puzzled face.
“I thought it would be nice if we had the place to ourselves.”
“You mean they opened it just for us?”
“No, I'm afraid not. I simply rented out the entire restaurant for the evening. I hope that’s okay. I wanted us to have some privacy. I also didn't want to share you with anyone.”
I'm sure I looked like some kind of country bumpkin with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide with surprise. This guy had, in less than twenty four hours, rented out one of the most expensive restaurants in town. That was so fucking incredible. It was also something extremely foreign to me.
“But what about the people that had reservations? What about all the wait staff?”
“Don't worry your pretty self, Royd. Everyone has been taken care of. Other patrons have either been given a lovely dinner at home or a free meal at another restaurant and the staff has been taken care of in a very profitable way. We'll have my favorite waiter, Francois, and Chef Martin has prepared a wonderful meal just for the two of us. Shall we?”
Walter Masters was holding out his hand in the direction of a table in the middle of the restaurant. If the place had been filled it would have been the perfect spot to see everything and to be seen. I felt like I was in some kind of romantic comedy film or a fairy tale. I noticed a very handsome man, I assumed was Francois, standing beside our table and he greeted us as we walked up. He pulled each of our chairs out for us as we sat down. He then unfolded our napkins and laid them in our laps. If he saw the outline of my hard cock bulging at my crotch he did nothing to show it. He poured us both a glass of champagne and then disappeared into the kitchen. It became very quiet and I simply stared at the perfectly set table that reflected the candlelight beautifully. Soft music was playing through the house speakers. I had never been on a more romantic date. Mr. Masters lifted his glass of champagne, so I did the same.
“Let’s drink to unleashing hidden desires, shall we?”
“Yes, sir. I'll drink to that.”
I brought my glass lightly against his and the crystal made a perfect ringing sound. We then sipped our champagne. I was no expert, but the way the drink went down so smoothly told me it was very nice champagne. Francois came out of the kitchen with a platter of mixed oysters. He and Mr. Masters spoke to each other in French and the only thing I understood was “merci,” which was said by both.
“I'm sure you know that oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac.”
“Yes, I did know that . . . sir.”
We sipped out champagne and ate a few oysters in silence. No one came to bother us. It became clear that Mr. Masters would let Francois know in some way when we were ready to move to the next part of our dinner. I felt myself feeling extremely comfortable with the man in front of me. We simply stared at each other and let the thrill of the evening surround us completely. Walter Masters smiled at me and then spoke sweetly and, yet, firmly.
“Why don't you take off your shirt, Royd.”
My hand put down the glass of champagne without me even thinking about it. I reached down to grab the shirt and pull it from my pants. Not until then did it fully register what I was doing. I hesitated, but then I noticed a stern look appear on Mr. Masters’ face. I didn't move for a few seconds. I started to speak, but the man across from me raised his hand and the motion silenced me.
“Give in to the desire, Royd. You know you want to please me. Having you shirtless at the table will make me very happy. I'm pretty sure it will also make Francois very happy. We are the only ones here. Why fight what you know is your destiny. I know you can feel it deep inside. Take your shirt off for me.”
My hands moved even as my brain screamed for me to stop. I pulled the shirttail from my pants and then struggled as I tried to pull the tight shirt off of my upper body. It was usually difficult to get this particular shirt up over my big chest, large arms, and massive shoulders, but today it seemed almost impossible. Mr. Masters noticed that the shirt had become stuck halfway off of my huge upper body. He called out to the kitchen.
“Francois, could you assist us please?”
In only a few seconds I suddenly felt two hands tugging at the bottom of the shirt that was tightly wrapped around my raised arms. It took a little maneuvering for Francois to pull the stretched fabric over my bulging triceps. Once the shirt was off I reached up to smooth down my tussled hair. I avoided looking at Mr. Masters by watching Francois neatly fold the shirt and place it on a neighboring table. I also saw the waiter take many lustful glances at my muscled body. Mr. Masters was right, the man serving us tonight was happy that I was now shirtless. Francois lingered at our table for a bit more by pouring us more champagne and asking my date a question. I'm sure he wanted to know if there was anything more he could do for us. Walter Masters answered in French and the waiter reluctantly walked away, stealing glances back at my chest and arms as he made his way to the kitchen. Once he was gone there was nothing more for me to do than take a big gulp of champagne and then look at Mr. Masters. The man had a very sly smile across his face. He looked me straight in the eyes. He did not, as most men did, stare at my body.
“See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it Royd? You are one beautiful man. No, to be more specific, you are one beautiful massive man.”
My entire upper body flushed warm with embarrassment. I'm sure my meg pecs even turned red. I quickly took another sip of champagne. I desperately wanted to look away from the man across the table, but something in his gaze made me keep my eyes locked on his. I think a combination of the champagne going to my head and the taste of the wonderful oysters made me quickly return to my earlier calm state. I became comfortable again with my surroundings, in spite of being half naked.
“Tell me about becoming big, Royd.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Tell me what it was like to grow so massive. When did it happen? How did it feel? What are the benefits of being so huge? Are there any drawbacks? Tell me a little about your life. Can you see that I'm avoiding all those ‘first date’ questions that are so boring? I figured I'd move quickly to the stuff that is really good.”
I stared at the object of my affection and searched for words to answer his questions. I had never been asked most of these particular questions before. Most guys wanted to know things like my measurements, was I a bottom or a top, how much I could lift, and stuff like that. Here was a man that wanted to know more about my past and my feelings about being big. I was filled with a deep need to find answers that would please the man in front of me. I watched as Mr. Masters took a sip of his champagne and waited patiently for me to organize my thoughts.
“I, um, I . . . I mean I've kind of been big since junior high school. I sprouted up to six feet in eighth grade. It was . . . it was really awkward at first and I was really clumsy. But that all changed when I started working out with a coach in ninth grade. I was the only freshman in the history of my school to start on the wrestling team, the football team and the basketball team. Coach Simmons was really kind to me. I became like a pet project of his. I think he was astounded by how well my body responded to working out with weights. He always looked shocked when I would increase in size or hit new amounts of weight when lifting. Somewhere at the beginning of my sophomore year I passed him up in size and strength. I didn't really like the sports, but I really loved lifting weights. I guess it was then that I started dreaming about being a bodybuilder.”
“What was Coach Simmons like, Royd? Did you like him?”
“Yes sir, I did. Man, though, he was tough. He never let up on me when we would work out together; always pushing me beyond what I thought were my limits. But, yeah . . . yeah, I liked him a lot. It was good to have someone directing me in my training. I followed his plans for me completely and devoutly. Unfortunately, he was killed in a car crash my junior year of high school. A drunk driver hit him head on. It was one of the saddest things that ever happened to me. I didn't work out for a few months because I missed him so much, but then I remembered it was his dream that I would enter and win some local bodybuilding contests. I went back to working out like a fiend and put on about seventy-five pounds of muscle that year. By the time I got to college I was winning every competition I entered. I also started doing Strongmen Contests on the side because it was great showing off my strength. I basically won all of those, as well.”
“I think Coach Simmons would have been very proud of you, Royd.”
“Yes sir . . . yes sir, I think he would have been.”
Francois appeared at that moment with our salads. I had no idea how he knew we were ready for dinner, but his timing was perfect. Again, he and Mr. Masters spoke in French and a red wine was poured into the glasses before us. I was feeling a little tipsy and quite bold, caused I'm sure by the way Mr. Masters continued to smile at me - like I was really pleasing him. I lifted my wine glass making it clear I would like to make a toast. Masters raised his glass, as well.
“Here’s to the men in my life that I've made proud.”
The beautiful smiling man across from me brought his glass to mine and then we both tasted the wine. It was full and robust, with a taste that seemed to compliment the evening. It was at that moment that I knew I would allow myself to get drunk. I made the decision to enjoy the evening completely. I knew I was in safe hands with Mr. Masters. We took a few bites of the delicious salad in silence and then the conversation began again, moving in a new direction.
“Do you hope to make me proud, Royd?”
The question caught me off guard, but felt comfortable at the same time. I knew deep down that Mr. Masters was already aware of my answer. This was just a way to move to a new plateau in our relationship. I answered honestly and calmly.
“I have never wanted to please someone so much, sir. I don't understand where this desire comes from or what it means, but making you proud seems like the most important thing in my life at this moment.”
“That’s very good Royd. I was hoping you would feel this way. You have already made me very happy by being so willing to let me lead you this evening. It’s a new feeling for you, isn't it? You're not used to someone else being in charge.”
“No sir. I don't think anyone has made me feel this way since Coach Simmons. I've always been so much bigger and stronger than everyone else that no one has ever intimidated me. I can't understand why I feel this way around you. I mean, I hope this doesn't offend you, but I'm more than twice the size of you and, yet, you can make me start shaking just from the sound of your voice. I'm so confused, but at the same time it all feels so right and comfortable.”
“It’s really quite simple Royd. You just instinctively connect with something about me that makes you feel this way. Call it an animalistic sixth sense or whatever, but you feel this way for a specific reason, I promise. I've met many people that connect with me this way, but no one has ever felt it as strongly as you. I noticed it immediately last night, even before we were introduced. It was apparent to both of us the minute you stepped onto that patio last night, wasn't it?”
“Yes sir.”
“Would you like me to help you understand the indescribable desire you feel inside your body? Shall we clear up the mystery once and for all, my friend?”
“Please, sir.”
I watched as Mr. Masters looked around the restaurant. I didn't know what he was looking for, but I finally figured out he was checking out pieces of furniture. Something he saw made him smile and then he turned to me.
“Let’s leave our meal for a minute or two, Royd. Follow me to the bar over there.”
Walter Masters placed his napkin on the table, pushed his chair back, stood up, and then started walking to the large wooden bar on the other side of the room. He didn't look in my direction because he knew I would follow like a small child following his parent closely because he is afraid he might miss something. As I moved toward the bar it registered again that I was shirtless. I had been so engrossed in our conversation and was feeling so comfortable that I had forgotten. The cool breeze in the room and my excitement over what was to come made my nipples as hard as my aching cock. The small man in front of me moved to the corner of the heavy wooden bar. He moved around the edge and turned to look at me. He broke into a large smile as he faced me.
“You really are one gorgeous massive man, Mr. Roided. I am very impressed with your size and definition. That chest is amazing and your arms are unbelievable. You have worked your muscles to perfection, young man. I love gazing at you.”
I became embarrassed again, as if I were some shy adolescent boy that had just been praised by his idol. It was the first time that I noticed Mr. Masters actually look at my body. I could see a deep lust in his eyes, but there was something else mixed up in his gaze. I could not figure out what it was, but it felt a little like he anticipated surprising me in some way. The man actually looked like he was about to reveal a deep dark secret. This all made me very excited and very horny.
“Promise me that no matter what happens you will not let it ruin our lovely evening. No matter what happens, okay Royd.”
“I promise, sir. I don't understand, but I promise.”
“Very well then, let’s proceed.”
Mr. Masters unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve and slowly folded it up his forearm. I looked at his small wrist and lower arm, surprised by the fact that it looked very sexy and fairly muscled. It occurred to me that my date might actually have a pretty tight body underneath his clothes. This thought made my cock twitch a few times. Walter Masters then brought his arm up to the bar, bending it at the elbow and placing it on the solid wooden surface.
“Let’s arm wrestle, Royd.”
I looked at the smaller man in front of me and laughed out loud. This was the craziest thing I had ever heard. Sure he had lots of money and he was famous, but the guy was barely one hundred and fifty pounds. I easily outweighed him by his weight. The man was insane if he thought this would even be a slight contest. I could lift four or five of him put together. I bet the guy could barely bench press his own weight. I glanced down at his arm and actually got nervous that I would snap it in two if we even thumb wrestled. My forearm was double the size of his upper arm. My hand would almost wrap around his twice.
“You've got to be kidding, sir. I realize you like to be in control and everything, but this will be no contest at all. Why don't we just return to our nice salad and that great wine? I don't want to ruin the evening by embarrassing you or, worse, hurting you.”
“Now, Mr. Roided.”
I raised my arm quickly as if in a natural response to his order. I couldn't believe his voice could still have that kind of power over me after his crazy challenge. I had to step back from the bar and bend my arm out more because my palm was so much higher than his. I grabbed his palm in mine and chuckled again when I noticed how puny his hand felt.
“This is fine sir, but I don't want it to ruin your evening either. Promise me that you'll be fine with whatever happens. I'll do my best not to hurt you, but I'm pretty competitive. Maybe I should let you use both of your arms or I could just use a few fingers. Promise me that you'll still enjoy the evening after this.”
“Don't worry Royd, I'll be fine. Ready, set, go!”
Suddenly his hand felt like some kind of super vice-grip on mine. I actually let out a little cry as he squeezed my palm. I had intended to just hold his hand in place for a while to taunt him, but I quickly realized that he actually had a little power so I decided to just slam his hand down to the surface of the bar so we could get back to our meal. I began to apply pressure against his palm intending to push it down. To my surprise his hand didn't budge at all. I gripped harder and pushed more intensely. My biceps bulged upward beautifully from the exertion. I was feeling very cocky and knew that I would swiftly put Mr. Masters in his place. I pushed harder against his palm and nothing happened. I was not moving the small man’s arm in the least. I immediately put all of my strength into the task, knowing that there wasn't a man around that could resist my full force. Veins were streaking across my forearm and biceps. Beads of sweat were appearing on my chest and forehead. I was using all of my arm’s power and the thin arm against mine didn't budge even a fraction of an inch. Two thoughts ran through my mind at the same time. At first I figured there must be some kind of trick to his inhuman opposition to my strength. I tried to figure out how he might have braced his body in some way that I had not noticed. The second thought, however, was intense and caused a reaction I could not have anticipated. I suddenly focused on the fact that Mr. Masters was somehow stronger than anything I could have imagined. Just the thought of his power made my cock pulse harder than ever in my entire life. My knees wobbled a little from the exhaustion of losing to this man’s weak looking arm and because all the blood in my body was rushing to my hard dick. I glanced from our arms to the face of my tormentor. Walter Masters had a big smile across his face and, to my shock, was not straining at all. The guy’s body was as relaxed as ever. This was fucking impossible. This scrawny gorgeous man was overpowering me with as much energy as it takes to lift a piece of paper. Seeing him so calm caused me to become crazy with a desire to win. I grabbed the edge of the bar with my other hand to get more leverage. I tried to double the strength I was already using, but the small hand in mine stayed in place. I squeezed my hand harder thinking I might crush his hand a little to make him lose some ground. He didn't seem to feel my powerful grip at all. As a matter of fact he tightened his own hand more and I felt pain shoot up my arm. I cried out again from the unbelievable pressure of his fingers. But the most insane reaction was happening in my pants. My cock was beginning to spurt gobs of pre-cum as I got off on this man’s dominance of me. I couldn't believe it when Masters spoke because his voice was so natural and calm. I was breathing heavily as I struggled against the man, but he acted like he was just standing there doing nothing.
“You are very surprised aren't you, Royd? You thought you could beat me easily. You even thought you might crush my hand a little just to show off your strength and, yet, here I am causing you pain just by squeezing my small fingers. You know deep inside that I haven't even begun to really tighten my grip. You are starting to get a little scared that I might break some of your fingers just by compressing my hand a little harder. But the best part of this little moment is that I'm absolutely sure your cock is harder right now than it has ever been in your entire life. This moment is even better than the first time you figured out how to ejaculate as an adolescent. I bet your body feels like it is about to explode like some kind of super bomb just from the pressure that is building in your aching rod. You find my fucking power so unbelievably hot that you wish we could stay locked in this uneven strength match as long as possible. This is like mind-blowing foreplay for you. You've never known what it feels like to be dominated before. You've always been the guy in control and now a man you thought was just a little wimp is showing you what a true immovable force feels like. You suggested earlier that I might use both of my arms against you. Well, I think that I should give you the same opportunity to gain a little ground in our competition, but you know deep inside that using two arms isn't going to help you at all. My hand isn't going to move until I allow it to and that’s going to be when I force both of your arms down to the top of this bar. And here’s the best part, Royd, you're going to shoot the biggest load of your sweet man juice ever when I beat you. You are so fucking turned on right now that it is hard for you to focus on anything else other than your raging hard-on. Go ahead Royd and use both arms. Let’s see if having most of your three hundred pounds behind your grip is going to make a difference.”
The cocky little man holding my monstrous arm in place as if I were a small child was beginning to piss me off, but he was also turning me on more than anything I could ever remember. I let go of the bar and placed my other hand on top of our seemingly frozen strength battle. I poured every ounce of power my body could still give into my two bent gigantic arms that rested against his straight as a board wrist. It was as if I were pushing against a mountain. My added pressure did not cause our arms to move at all. Mine was a body that could probably bust through steel doors if I wanted to, but here I was helpless against Walter Masters’ one thin arm. I began to grunt from the strain of trying to make his wrist bend even a little and from the mounting force in my engorged cock. I could feel my entire body beginning to weaken from my losing battle. The sounds coming from my mouth must have been a sign for Mr. Masters. He began to slowly squeeze my hand harder and, at the same time, push it toward the surface below. The cocky asshole, who continued to excite me beyond belief, forced my arms down at what seemed like a snails pace, just to mess with my mind. I started to scream out from a mixture of pain and a last ditch effort to hopefully show off some strength. It was useless, though. A man that was less than half my size was manipulating me easily. My two almost-thirty-one-inch mega guns were being beaten in an arm wrestling match by something that looked like a teenager’s tiny limb. But the truly mystifying part to all of this was the fact that I was getting closer to what I knew would be the most awesome ejaculation of my lifetime and I was in heaven. I never stopped using all of my muscle power to try and gain a little ground on Mr. Masters, but it didn't help. The man easily pushed my arms down towards the bar and stopped when we were a mere inch from the wood. I was straining with all of my might and sweating up a storm. The gorgeous bastard smiled at me, as he continued to toy with my body. I was having trouble focusing because of the different pains shooting through my body.
“And now, Mr. Roided, we finish this little exhibition. We end with two consecutive big bangs, if you will. One will be mental and one will be physical. The first is that you will now know fully what has been eating away at you since you met me last night. We will have unleashed the new you in a giant way. Secondly, you will finally get to release that load of juice that has been building inside you since before I arrived at your place this evening. You were rock hard just from thinking about me all afternoon, but now you will explode in ecstasy because you have been dominated by a power even stronger than your fucking huge muscles. You thought this day would never come, but now you're willing to spew your juice as a sign of your desire for and your submission to me. When I slam your hand down on this surface you will cum for your master. You will cum as if it is the last time you will ever cum again.”
With that comment Walter Masters forced my hand down to the wood with a quick and powerful thrust. I registered absolutely no pain in my hand because at the same time my cock erupted like some kind of semen filled super volcano. I fell to my knees from the force of my violent discharge. It felt like gallons of warm sticky cream were being released into my underwear through a fire hose. My entire body was rocked by the convulsions overpowering my stomach and crotch. Mr. Masters kept his vice like grip on my hand as I shook violently beside the bar. His hold on my hand seemed like the only thing keeping me from becoming unconscious. The strength of his hand around mine kept me grounded and allowed me to simply let go, enjoying the unbelievable pleasure coursing through my body. When my cock finally quit jerking in my pants and the ringing in my ears began to subside the small man around the corner of the bar let go of my hand. My arms dropped to my side as I continued to kneel on the floor trying to catch my breath. Mr. Masters walked around the bar and moved so he was standing beside me. He began to run his hand across my hanging head, as if he were patting a tired puppy. This physical expression from the man that had just overpowered my muscles so easily both comforted me and, at the same time, made me feel weak and small.
“That’s it, big man. Just rest and catch your breath. I'm sure you find it difficult to meet someone so much more powerful than you. You see, Royd, it’s my strength that you've been responding to since last evening. When you met me your subconscious sensed what you have now fully discovered. You were the big alpha dog that instinctively knew to surrender to a more dominant force, but it was such a new feeling for you that you couldn't figure it out. Right now your mind and body are catching up with your instincts. You are beginning to realize that the only thing you desire in this world is to please your master. You want to submit to me completely. You also know deep down that your obedience will be justly rewarded, don't you. You know your master will take care of you. You seek my approval as much as you seek to make yourself big and muscular. You're a good boy, Royd. You make your master very happy. Just think about all the ways that I can continue to show you how proud I am. And if you are a really good alpha dog, Jack, I might give you what you most desire. One day I might pound that beautiful muscled ass of yours. You'd like that, wouldn't you Jack? No need to answer right now, I know that’s what you desire the most. Now get up and go clean yourself off in the bathroom. Our main course will be served when you return. We're going to have a really nice evening now, my pet. Your master is going to make sure you're really happy and, in return, you'll please me very much. I'll be waiting at the table.”
“Hey Sean.”
“Well, you made quite the impression last night, mister.”
“What?”
“Walter couldn't stop talking about you after you were gone.”
Even though I was exhausted, my cock jerked hard at Sean’s words. I immediately felt a surge of happiness envelope my body because Walter Masters had talked about me. For a brief second I realized how idiotic and childish my reaction was, but it didn't matter. I was giddy like a love-stricken eighth grade school girl. I tried desperately to hide my excitement from Sean and attempted to speak very calmly.
“That’s very kind of him. I'm flattered.”
“Come on Royd, it’s me, Sean. I know you are a lot more than flattered. This is the Walter Masters, a man that makes me sometimes wish I had never met Curtis, and you know how much I love my man. So, don't be playing all innocent and calm with me, spill baby, spill. Tell daddy Sean all that happened! How did I miss this love connection happening?”
“Really, Sean, don't get overly dramatic. We just talked. Mr. Masters spoke to many people. It was no big deal.”
“The man made me rearrange people’s places at my table so he would be beside you, Royd. Don't tell me it wasn't a big deal. You know I've had that table arrangement planned for weeks and put you where Stan, the no show, would have sat if he could have been there. Walter knows what a control freak I am. He would not ask to be moved unless there was something very important that he would gain. I also saw him follow you outside after you left. The man has set his sights on you, Royd. Mark my words.”
“You are a control freak and you notice way too much. Yes, he did follow me out to my car and he asked me out.”
“I knew it! Please tell me you said yes. If you didn't I swear I will come down there and punch you out, that is, if a punch from me could hurt you in any possible way. Seriously, tell me you said yes.”
“I said yes.”
“Good boy! Now I'll be able to live vicariously through you. What did you think of Walter?”
There are people in our lives that are somehow able to get us to share anything. Sean was one of those people for me. I knew I needed to confide in someone about the diverse feelings that Walter Masters caused to well up in me, so this was a perfect opportunity to come clean.
“He turns me on so fucking much, Sean!”
“Join the club, Royd, join the club!”
“But there’s something more. I can't really describe it. When I'm around him I get all flustered and turn into some sort of subservient idiot.”
“Wow, even the big alpha dog, Royd, falls under the Walter Masters’ spell.”
“What?”
“Listen, Royd. Everyone I know has a similar reaction to Walter – even me. I can't explain it, but the guy has some kind of super power that makes other men go weak at the knees and act in strange ways. I've only known a few guys that Walter has dated, but one thing has been in common with all of them. They were all huge and they were all insanely devoted to the man.”
There was something in Sean’s words that both soothed and agitated me at the same time. I was immediately happy to hear that Mr. Masters liked big men. I didn't usually use my size to catch a person, but if my body pleased Masters that made me very happy. But at the same time I was really disturbed by the fact that other people had a similar bizarre reaction to the man. The kind of attraction that made people do crazy things, like spend an entire workout session daydreaming of what the man’s cock would feel like shoved up your ass. I was becoming a little more distressed by my overwhelming desire to have this man approve of me. I felt like I was some small child looking for my parents’ affirmation about something I had done. It was really hard to explain, but I wanted Mr. Masters to give me his blessing in some way – just to let me know that I was worthy of him. All of these conflicting feelings were very confusing and immensely frustrating.
“So did he ever date one of these guys for a long time?”
“Listen to you, already planning a wedding. I don't know Royd; he’s such a private man. I know he hasn't dated anyone for a very long time. I met one guy about five years ago, but I can't remember his name. One thing for sure, though, the dude wasn't as big as you. I think you might be a keeper for my man Walt. Like I said, he likes giant muscular guys that aren't afraid to show off their size and strength. That’s one of the things I remember about the last guy he dated, he wore a lot of tight clothes and was always making sure Walter was taken care of, you know, like always getting his drink, holding his coat, opening the door, and much more. I think Walter loves to be taken care of, even though he doesn't need anything or anyone.”
This last part of our conversation made me very happy. I felt like I was getting some inside scoop on how to win over a potential boyfriend. Sean was like my Cyrano de Bergerac feeding me lines to woo Walter Masters. I memorized everything he said and immediately started thinking of ways to impress the man on our date. My mind was so focused on the upcoming evening that I didn't realize that Sean had been silent for a few seconds.
“Oh shit, Royd, you're really smitten aren't you? This is great. I like you both so much and it would make me very happy if you two were together. Of course you'll have to promise to tell me everything. I'm serious. Promise me Royd. Promise me right now.”
“I know better than to make that promise, Sean. I will, however, promise to tell you as much as I can. There’s something fiercely secretive about Walter Masters and I get a strong feeling that I shouldn't do anything to displease him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like people sharing his personal stuff.”
“That’s a wise choice, Royd. I'll settle for you telling me what you can. That will have to do. So, this little pact starts right after your date. When are the two of you going out?”
“Tonight.”
“Dayyum, boy, you move fast. Or, more likely, Walter moves fast. Well that means you'll have to call me tomorrow and tell me what you can. Okay?”
“Yes, I will. And listen, Sean, thanks for inviting me last night. I had a really nice time.”
“Well I do believe you had the nicest time of anyone, well except for Walter, of course. I'll talk to you tomorrow, big man. Don't do anything I wouldn't do tonight and you know that leaves it wide open. Bye for now!”
“Bye Sean.”
I sat in the middle of the locker room thinking about my conversation with Sean. I was now even more confused by Mr. Walter Masters than before. It was hard for me to believe that other people had the same kind of reaction to the man as I did. I wondered if their reaction was just as intense as mine had been. Did they shoot a gob of cum into their pants, as well? Sean said he was attracted to Masters, but his desire did not seem to be as overwhelming as mine. Was it because he had known the guy for so long? Did the intensity wear off the longer you knew the man? Or was it something else? After a few more seconds of contemplation I had a revelation. Maybe the size of the man that was attracted to Masters had something to do with the severity of the reaction. Could my three hundred and eighty pounds of solid muscle have something to do with the way that Walter Masters reduced me to such a total slave pup? A feeling deep inside of me said that I was right. I also began to think that this also had a lot to do with the fact that Walter Masters was drawn to big men. I became determined to fight the feeling this evening. I decided that Masters would not have the same intense power over me as he did the night before. After all, I was fucking strong and powerful myself. I would use my strength to not fall under whatever spell the man had on people. I had just spent three hours lifting more weight than two or three men can lift together. I surely could withstand the attraction of a small man like Masters. I suddenly had a lot more energy than I had a few minutes before. My cock was still hard as stone, but I had been empowered by my reminder of who I was and what I could do. I was going to be the one in control on our date. Tonight, Mr. Walter Masters would definitely see that I am the alpha dog in our budding relationship. He would be the guy shooting a wad in his pants this evening – just from being around my body and my strength. I felt more powerful than I had felt in a long time and I was very much looking forward to my date with Walter.
At ten until seven that evening I was standing on the front steps of my townhouse covered in a nervous sweat as I waited for Mr. Masters. The confidence I had felt that morning in the gym had slowly dissipated during the day and completely drained from my body around six o'clock. I began to worry about every little detail as I prepared for my date. I changed clothes about eight times because I was desperate to find the right outfit to please Walter Masters. I washed gel out of my hair two times because I was sure I could make it look better for my date. When I noticed it was a quarter until seven I grabbed and put on the tightest shirt and pants I owned, grabbed my wallet and keys, and rushed downstairs. I did not want to keep Mr. Masters waiting, even for a minute. I was nervous he might arrive early so I wanted to be down there just in case. As I stood there waiting for the man I noticed that my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as it had the night before when I first met Masters. I also realized that my stomach was full of butterflies and I felt very light headed. I knew I needed to calm myself down so I spoke to myself out loud.
“Shit, get it together Roided. Where’s that bravado you had this morning? Remember who you are boy! Look at you. You're a fucking huge man and Walter Masters is basically a short little guy. Why are you getting so worked up? Calm down, Royd, calm down. You're just as good as Masters. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
At that moment I looked down my street and noticed a shiny black limousine making its way slowly in my direction. I knew it was Mr. Masters right away. I stepped down to the curb and waited. I glanced at my watch, but I knew it would be seven on the nose before I even looked. The limo pulled into the empty space in front of my place, which was reserved for drop offs and pick-ups. I clasped my hands together to try and prevent them from shaking. I also held them straight down to try and cover the blaring hard-on that pressed against my pants. My mouth went dry as the driver opened his door, said good evening, and then opened the back door for me to get in. I bent low, grabbing the side of the car to steady myself, and entered the spacious back of the limo.
“Good evening, Royd.”
God, just his voice alone sent shivers down my body as I slid into the seat beside Mr. Walter Masters. I didn't respond to him immediately. I just stared at him like a man that was seeing water for the first time after being lost in the desert for days. He looked incredible. His hair was perfect in that messed-up-but-it’s-supposed-to-look-like-this sort of way. He had on a collared Ted Baker shirt and some dark slacks. He was a beautiful man. That’s the only thought that kept running through my mind. My mouth opened but I could not speak. I just continued to look at the man beside me.
“You look very nice, Royd. That shirt and those pants show off all of your bulging attributes.”
I was instantly embarrassed and realized that he was mostly referring to my hard cock. My hands shot to my crotch to cover the thick piece of stiff meat. This made Walter Masters smile and that, in turn, made me flush a darker shade of red. I took a deep breath to calm my shaking body. I also finally realized that the car had begun to move.
“Why so nervous, Mr. Roided?”
“I don't know. You just seem to have some kind of power over me that makes me weak at the knees.”
I was surprised by my own honesty, but I was also trying to keep the conversation light and fun. Masters reached over and placed his hand on top of mine, which was resting on the other one that was covering my cock. The moment his skin touched mine I was overcome with a need to cry out in pleasure, but it quickly passed and my body began to settle down. He grabbed my hand tightly and my heart began to beat slower, as if I was falling into the rhythm of his body. Once we both knew my body was peaceful, as well my cock, he took his hand from mine and placed it back in his own lap. Again, I was amazed at how this man could manipulate my body’s needs so easily. I was breathing normal and I felt natural.
“I don't believe your knees are very weak, Royd. As a matter of fact, I don't think there’s a weak part to that beautiful body of yours. I'd say you're pretty strong.”
His compliment soothed me even more. I was filled with happiness at the thought that he noticed and liked my body. I felt affirmed and it was like I had pleased him in some way. I turned to look into his beautiful eyes. He was staring at me with a smile that invited me even more deeply into his mysterious power. I felt protected and comforted in a way that was hard to explain. I also desired the man more than before, if that was even possible.
“We're feeling a lot calmer now, aren't we, my friend?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your heart’s not pounding uncontrollably and you're not sweating up a storm, right?”
I could not believe he knew my body had reacted this way. Was the guy a mind reader or something? I was blown away at how well he knew me, but at the same time it felt natural and familiar.
“No, that’s all stopped, sir. But how could you know that was happening to me?”
“Call it intuition Royd or something like it. Maybe it’s because I can sense weakness in other men. I don't know what it is, but I know you're a lot better now.”
His words stung me in a way that I couldn't explain. It was a mixture of being hurt and also knowing that he had hit the nail on the head. I still had enough self confidence to chuckle at the fact that he thought I was weak. I initially wanted to grab his skinny neck with my massive hand to show him just how powerful I was, but there was a feeling still buried somewhere in my subconscious that bubbled up to my mind and told me his statements were absolutely true. I could not believe this little man beside me could even begin to dream that he could find a weakness in me, but the fact that I had gone limp like a wet noodle beside him only made it worse because it affirmed his words. Even though I didn't understand it at all, Walter Masters did have some kind of unknown power over me. I made no move to prove my strength to him; I merely sat there like a submissive puppy.
“You had the urge to show me your power just now, didn't you? You were hurt by my comment about weakness. But something deep inside told you I am right. You can't explain this feeling within you, but there is a desire fueling your actions now. It’s a desire that you've never fully felt before, but it has always existed. Not since childhood have you met anything or anyone that has this kind of impact on you, have you Royd?”
“No . . . No, sir.”
“Even the automatic need to add the word ‘sir’ to your response is an indication of this soon-to-be blossoming awareness inside you, Royd. You're responding to something very primitive, my friend. You are connecting with a part of you that has longed for release for quite some time, but there has never been anyone that could harness that inner desire. That is, there hasn't been anyone until now. Ah, here we are at the restaurant.”
I was so lost in what he was saying that I didn't realize the car had stopped and my door had been opened by the driver. I was trying desperately to make some sense out of Walter Masters’ comments. On a deep level I knew everything he said was true, but I simply could not understand it. Why did I have this need to say sir to him each time I responded? Why did he have this unimaginable power over me? And why in the hell did I find him so fucking irresistible? I forced myself to turn and get out of the car. My entire body could sense that the man was staring at me and smiling as he followed. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed that we were in front of the most popular and most expensive French restaurant in town. I had only been here once for drinks, and that had been because Sean wanted to check it out. This place was even too high-end for Sean and Curtis, let alone me.
When we stepped into the restaurant the first thing I noticed was that there was no noise. The place was as quiet as a library. We were met by a tall young man that spoke to Mr. Masters in French. As they shook hands I took a moment to look around the large dark restaurant. I suddenly realized why it was so quiet, there was no on there. The entire place was empty. I turned to my date with a very puzzled face.
“I thought it would be nice if we had the place to ourselves.”
“You mean they opened it just for us?”
“No, I'm afraid not. I simply rented out the entire restaurant for the evening. I hope that’s okay. I wanted us to have some privacy. I also didn't want to share you with anyone.”
I'm sure I looked like some kind of country bumpkin with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide with surprise. This guy had, in less than twenty four hours, rented out one of the most expensive restaurants in town. That was so fucking incredible. It was also something extremely foreign to me.
“But what about the people that had reservations? What about all the wait staff?”
“Don't worry your pretty self, Royd. Everyone has been taken care of. Other patrons have either been given a lovely dinner at home or a free meal at another restaurant and the staff has been taken care of in a very profitable way. We'll have my favorite waiter, Francois, and Chef Martin has prepared a wonderful meal just for the two of us. Shall we?”
Walter Masters was holding out his hand in the direction of a table in the middle of the restaurant. If the place had been filled it would have been the perfect spot to see everything and to be seen. I felt like I was in some kind of romantic comedy film or a fairy tale. I noticed a very handsome man, I assumed was Francois, standing beside our table and he greeted us as we walked up. He pulled each of our chairs out for us as we sat down. He then unfolded our napkins and laid them in our laps. If he saw the outline of my hard cock bulging at my crotch he did nothing to show it. He poured us both a glass of champagne and then disappeared into the kitchen. It became very quiet and I simply stared at the perfectly set table that reflected the candlelight beautifully. Soft music was playing through the house speakers. I had never been on a more romantic date. Mr. Masters lifted his glass of champagne, so I did the same.
“Let’s drink to unleashing hidden desires, shall we?”
“Yes, sir. I'll drink to that.”
I brought my glass lightly against his and the crystal made a perfect ringing sound. We then sipped our champagne. I was no expert, but the way the drink went down so smoothly told me it was very nice champagne. Francois came out of the kitchen with a platter of mixed oysters. He and Mr. Masters spoke to each other in French and the only thing I understood was “merci,” which was said by both.
“I'm sure you know that oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac.”
“Yes, I did know that . . . sir.”
We sipped out champagne and ate a few oysters in silence. No one came to bother us. It became clear that Mr. Masters would let Francois know in some way when we were ready to move to the next part of our dinner. I felt myself feeling extremely comfortable with the man in front of me. We simply stared at each other and let the thrill of the evening surround us completely. Walter Masters smiled at me and then spoke sweetly and, yet, firmly.
“Why don't you take off your shirt, Royd.”
My hand put down the glass of champagne without me even thinking about it. I reached down to grab the shirt and pull it from my pants. Not until then did it fully register what I was doing. I hesitated, but then I noticed a stern look appear on Mr. Masters’ face. I didn't move for a few seconds. I started to speak, but the man across from me raised his hand and the motion silenced me.
“Give in to the desire, Royd. You know you want to please me. Having you shirtless at the table will make me very happy. I'm pretty sure it will also make Francois very happy. We are the only ones here. Why fight what you know is your destiny. I know you can feel it deep inside. Take your shirt off for me.”
My hands moved even as my brain screamed for me to stop. I pulled the shirttail from my pants and then struggled as I tried to pull the tight shirt off of my upper body. It was usually difficult to get this particular shirt up over my big chest, large arms, and massive shoulders, but today it seemed almost impossible. Mr. Masters noticed that the shirt had become stuck halfway off of my huge upper body. He called out to the kitchen.
“Francois, could you assist us please?”
In only a few seconds I suddenly felt two hands tugging at the bottom of the shirt that was tightly wrapped around my raised arms. It took a little maneuvering for Francois to pull the stretched fabric over my bulging triceps. Once the shirt was off I reached up to smooth down my tussled hair. I avoided looking at Mr. Masters by watching Francois neatly fold the shirt and place it on a neighboring table. I also saw the waiter take many lustful glances at my muscled body. Mr. Masters was right, the man serving us tonight was happy that I was now shirtless. Francois lingered at our table for a bit more by pouring us more champagne and asking my date a question. I'm sure he wanted to know if there was anything more he could do for us. Walter Masters answered in French and the waiter reluctantly walked away, stealing glances back at my chest and arms as he made his way to the kitchen. Once he was gone there was nothing more for me to do than take a big gulp of champagne and then look at Mr. Masters. The man had a very sly smile across his face. He looked me straight in the eyes. He did not, as most men did, stare at my body.
“See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it Royd? You are one beautiful man. No, to be more specific, you are one beautiful massive man.”
My entire upper body flushed warm with embarrassment. I'm sure my meg pecs even turned red. I quickly took another sip of champagne. I desperately wanted to look away from the man across the table, but something in his gaze made me keep my eyes locked on his. I think a combination of the champagne going to my head and the taste of the wonderful oysters made me quickly return to my earlier calm state. I became comfortable again with my surroundings, in spite of being half naked.
“Tell me about becoming big, Royd.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Tell me what it was like to grow so massive. When did it happen? How did it feel? What are the benefits of being so huge? Are there any drawbacks? Tell me a little about your life. Can you see that I'm avoiding all those ‘first date’ questions that are so boring? I figured I'd move quickly to the stuff that is really good.”
I stared at the object of my affection and searched for words to answer his questions. I had never been asked most of these particular questions before. Most guys wanted to know things like my measurements, was I a bottom or a top, how much I could lift, and stuff like that. Here was a man that wanted to know more about my past and my feelings about being big. I was filled with a deep need to find answers that would please the man in front of me. I watched as Mr. Masters took a sip of his champagne and waited patiently for me to organize my thoughts.
“I, um, I . . . I mean I've kind of been big since junior high school. I sprouted up to six feet in eighth grade. It was . . . it was really awkward at first and I was really clumsy. But that all changed when I started working out with a coach in ninth grade. I was the only freshman in the history of my school to start on the wrestling team, the football team and the basketball team. Coach Simmons was really kind to me. I became like a pet project of his. I think he was astounded by how well my body responded to working out with weights. He always looked shocked when I would increase in size or hit new amounts of weight when lifting. Somewhere at the beginning of my sophomore year I passed him up in size and strength. I didn't really like the sports, but I really loved lifting weights. I guess it was then that I started dreaming about being a bodybuilder.”
“What was Coach Simmons like, Royd? Did you like him?”
“Yes sir, I did. Man, though, he was tough. He never let up on me when we would work out together; always pushing me beyond what I thought were my limits. But, yeah . . . yeah, I liked him a lot. It was good to have someone directing me in my training. I followed his plans for me completely and devoutly. Unfortunately, he was killed in a car crash my junior year of high school. A drunk driver hit him head on. It was one of the saddest things that ever happened to me. I didn't work out for a few months because I missed him so much, but then I remembered it was his dream that I would enter and win some local bodybuilding contests. I went back to working out like a fiend and put on about seventy-five pounds of muscle that year. By the time I got to college I was winning every competition I entered. I also started doing Strongmen Contests on the side because it was great showing off my strength. I basically won all of those, as well.”
“I think Coach Simmons would have been very proud of you, Royd.”
“Yes sir . . . yes sir, I think he would have been.”
Francois appeared at that moment with our salads. I had no idea how he knew we were ready for dinner, but his timing was perfect. Again, he and Mr. Masters spoke in French and a red wine was poured into the glasses before us. I was feeling a little tipsy and quite bold, caused I'm sure by the way Mr. Masters continued to smile at me - like I was really pleasing him. I lifted my wine glass making it clear I would like to make a toast. Masters raised his glass, as well.
“Here’s to the men in my life that I've made proud.”
The beautiful smiling man across from me brought his glass to mine and then we both tasted the wine. It was full and robust, with a taste that seemed to compliment the evening. It was at that moment that I knew I would allow myself to get drunk. I made the decision to enjoy the evening completely. I knew I was in safe hands with Mr. Masters. We took a few bites of the delicious salad in silence and then the conversation began again, moving in a new direction.
“Do you hope to make me proud, Royd?”
The question caught me off guard, but felt comfortable at the same time. I knew deep down that Mr. Masters was already aware of my answer. This was just a way to move to a new plateau in our relationship. I answered honestly and calmly.
“I have never wanted to please someone so much, sir. I don't understand where this desire comes from or what it means, but making you proud seems like the most important thing in my life at this moment.”
“That’s very good Royd. I was hoping you would feel this way. You have already made me very happy by being so willing to let me lead you this evening. It’s a new feeling for you, isn't it? You're not used to someone else being in charge.”
“No sir. I don't think anyone has made me feel this way since Coach Simmons. I've always been so much bigger and stronger than everyone else that no one has ever intimidated me. I can't understand why I feel this way around you. I mean, I hope this doesn't offend you, but I'm more than twice the size of you and, yet, you can make me start shaking just from the sound of your voice. I'm so confused, but at the same time it all feels so right and comfortable.”
“It’s really quite simple Royd. You just instinctively connect with something about me that makes you feel this way. Call it an animalistic sixth sense or whatever, but you feel this way for a specific reason, I promise. I've met many people that connect with me this way, but no one has ever felt it as strongly as you. I noticed it immediately last night, even before we were introduced. It was apparent to both of us the minute you stepped onto that patio last night, wasn't it?”
“Yes sir.”
“Would you like me to help you understand the indescribable desire you feel inside your body? Shall we clear up the mystery once and for all, my friend?”
“Please, sir.”
I watched as Mr. Masters looked around the restaurant. I didn't know what he was looking for, but I finally figured out he was checking out pieces of furniture. Something he saw made him smile and then he turned to me.
“Let’s leave our meal for a minute or two, Royd. Follow me to the bar over there.”
Walter Masters placed his napkin on the table, pushed his chair back, stood up, and then started walking to the large wooden bar on the other side of the room. He didn't look in my direction because he knew I would follow like a small child following his parent closely because he is afraid he might miss something. As I moved toward the bar it registered again that I was shirtless. I had been so engrossed in our conversation and was feeling so comfortable that I had forgotten. The cool breeze in the room and my excitement over what was to come made my nipples as hard as my aching cock. The small man in front of me moved to the corner of the heavy wooden bar. He moved around the edge and turned to look at me. He broke into a large smile as he faced me.
“You really are one gorgeous massive man, Mr. Roided. I am very impressed with your size and definition. That chest is amazing and your arms are unbelievable. You have worked your muscles to perfection, young man. I love gazing at you.”
I became embarrassed again, as if I were some shy adolescent boy that had just been praised by his idol. It was the first time that I noticed Mr. Masters actually look at my body. I could see a deep lust in his eyes, but there was something else mixed up in his gaze. I could not figure out what it was, but it felt a little like he anticipated surprising me in some way. The man actually looked like he was about to reveal a deep dark secret. This all made me very excited and very horny.
“Promise me that no matter what happens you will not let it ruin our lovely evening. No matter what happens, okay Royd.”
“I promise, sir. I don't understand, but I promise.”
“Very well then, let’s proceed.”
Mr. Masters unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve and slowly folded it up his forearm. I looked at his small wrist and lower arm, surprised by the fact that it looked very sexy and fairly muscled. It occurred to me that my date might actually have a pretty tight body underneath his clothes. This thought made my cock twitch a few times. Walter Masters then brought his arm up to the bar, bending it at the elbow and placing it on the solid wooden surface.
“Let’s arm wrestle, Royd.”
I looked at the smaller man in front of me and laughed out loud. This was the craziest thing I had ever heard. Sure he had lots of money and he was famous, but the guy was barely one hundred and fifty pounds. I easily outweighed him by his weight. The man was insane if he thought this would even be a slight contest. I could lift four or five of him put together. I bet the guy could barely bench press his own weight. I glanced down at his arm and actually got nervous that I would snap it in two if we even thumb wrestled. My forearm was double the size of his upper arm. My hand would almost wrap around his twice.
“You've got to be kidding, sir. I realize you like to be in control and everything, but this will be no contest at all. Why don't we just return to our nice salad and that great wine? I don't want to ruin the evening by embarrassing you or, worse, hurting you.”
“Now, Mr. Roided.”
I raised my arm quickly as if in a natural response to his order. I couldn't believe his voice could still have that kind of power over me after his crazy challenge. I had to step back from the bar and bend my arm out more because my palm was so much higher than his. I grabbed his palm in mine and chuckled again when I noticed how puny his hand felt.
“This is fine sir, but I don't want it to ruin your evening either. Promise me that you'll be fine with whatever happens. I'll do my best not to hurt you, but I'm pretty competitive. Maybe I should let you use both of your arms or I could just use a few fingers. Promise me that you'll still enjoy the evening after this.”
“Don't worry Royd, I'll be fine. Ready, set, go!”
Suddenly his hand felt like some kind of super vice-grip on mine. I actually let out a little cry as he squeezed my palm. I had intended to just hold his hand in place for a while to taunt him, but I quickly realized that he actually had a little power so I decided to just slam his hand down to the surface of the bar so we could get back to our meal. I began to apply pressure against his palm intending to push it down. To my surprise his hand didn't budge at all. I gripped harder and pushed more intensely. My biceps bulged upward beautifully from the exertion. I was feeling very cocky and knew that I would swiftly put Mr. Masters in his place. I pushed harder against his palm and nothing happened. I was not moving the small man’s arm in the least. I immediately put all of my strength into the task, knowing that there wasn't a man around that could resist my full force. Veins were streaking across my forearm and biceps. Beads of sweat were appearing on my chest and forehead. I was using all of my arm’s power and the thin arm against mine didn't budge even a fraction of an inch. Two thoughts ran through my mind at the same time. At first I figured there must be some kind of trick to his inhuman opposition to my strength. I tried to figure out how he might have braced his body in some way that I had not noticed. The second thought, however, was intense and caused a reaction I could not have anticipated. I suddenly focused on the fact that Mr. Masters was somehow stronger than anything I could have imagined. Just the thought of his power made my cock pulse harder than ever in my entire life. My knees wobbled a little from the exhaustion of losing to this man’s weak looking arm and because all the blood in my body was rushing to my hard dick. I glanced from our arms to the face of my tormentor. Walter Masters had a big smile across his face and, to my shock, was not straining at all. The guy’s body was as relaxed as ever. This was fucking impossible. This scrawny gorgeous man was overpowering me with as much energy as it takes to lift a piece of paper. Seeing him so calm caused me to become crazy with a desire to win. I grabbed the edge of the bar with my other hand to get more leverage. I tried to double the strength I was already using, but the small hand in mine stayed in place. I squeezed my hand harder thinking I might crush his hand a little to make him lose some ground. He didn't seem to feel my powerful grip at all. As a matter of fact he tightened his own hand more and I felt pain shoot up my arm. I cried out again from the unbelievable pressure of his fingers. But the most insane reaction was happening in my pants. My cock was beginning to spurt gobs of pre-cum as I got off on this man’s dominance of me. I couldn't believe it when Masters spoke because his voice was so natural and calm. I was breathing heavily as I struggled against the man, but he acted like he was just standing there doing nothing.
“You are very surprised aren't you, Royd? You thought you could beat me easily. You even thought you might crush my hand a little just to show off your strength and, yet, here I am causing you pain just by squeezing my small fingers. You know deep inside that I haven't even begun to really tighten my grip. You are starting to get a little scared that I might break some of your fingers just by compressing my hand a little harder. But the best part of this little moment is that I'm absolutely sure your cock is harder right now than it has ever been in your entire life. This moment is even better than the first time you figured out how to ejaculate as an adolescent. I bet your body feels like it is about to explode like some kind of super bomb just from the pressure that is building in your aching rod. You find my fucking power so unbelievably hot that you wish we could stay locked in this uneven strength match as long as possible. This is like mind-blowing foreplay for you. You've never known what it feels like to be dominated before. You've always been the guy in control and now a man you thought was just a little wimp is showing you what a true immovable force feels like. You suggested earlier that I might use both of my arms against you. Well, I think that I should give you the same opportunity to gain a little ground in our competition, but you know deep inside that using two arms isn't going to help you at all. My hand isn't going to move until I allow it to and that’s going to be when I force both of your arms down to the top of this bar. And here’s the best part, Royd, you're going to shoot the biggest load of your sweet man juice ever when I beat you. You are so fucking turned on right now that it is hard for you to focus on anything else other than your raging hard-on. Go ahead Royd and use both arms. Let’s see if having most of your three hundred pounds behind your grip is going to make a difference.”
The cocky little man holding my monstrous arm in place as if I were a small child was beginning to piss me off, but he was also turning me on more than anything I could ever remember. I let go of the bar and placed my other hand on top of our seemingly frozen strength battle. I poured every ounce of power my body could still give into my two bent gigantic arms that rested against his straight as a board wrist. It was as if I were pushing against a mountain. My added pressure did not cause our arms to move at all. Mine was a body that could probably bust through steel doors if I wanted to, but here I was helpless against Walter Masters’ one thin arm. I began to grunt from the strain of trying to make his wrist bend even a little and from the mounting force in my engorged cock. I could feel my entire body beginning to weaken from my losing battle. The sounds coming from my mouth must have been a sign for Mr. Masters. He began to slowly squeeze my hand harder and, at the same time, push it toward the surface below. The cocky asshole, who continued to excite me beyond belief, forced my arms down at what seemed like a snails pace, just to mess with my mind. I started to scream out from a mixture of pain and a last ditch effort to hopefully show off some strength. It was useless, though. A man that was less than half my size was manipulating me easily. My two almost-thirty-one-inch mega guns were being beaten in an arm wrestling match by something that looked like a teenager’s tiny limb. But the truly mystifying part to all of this was the fact that I was getting closer to what I knew would be the most awesome ejaculation of my lifetime and I was in heaven. I never stopped using all of my muscle power to try and gain a little ground on Mr. Masters, but it didn't help. The man easily pushed my arms down towards the bar and stopped when we were a mere inch from the wood. I was straining with all of my might and sweating up a storm. The gorgeous bastard smiled at me, as he continued to toy with my body. I was having trouble focusing because of the different pains shooting through my body.
“And now, Mr. Roided, we finish this little exhibition. We end with two consecutive big bangs, if you will. One will be mental and one will be physical. The first is that you will now know fully what has been eating away at you since you met me last night. We will have unleashed the new you in a giant way. Secondly, you will finally get to release that load of juice that has been building inside you since before I arrived at your place this evening. You were rock hard just from thinking about me all afternoon, but now you will explode in ecstasy because you have been dominated by a power even stronger than your fucking huge muscles. You thought this day would never come, but now you're willing to spew your juice as a sign of your desire for and your submission to me. When I slam your hand down on this surface you will cum for your master. You will cum as if it is the last time you will ever cum again.”
With that comment Walter Masters forced my hand down to the wood with a quick and powerful thrust. I registered absolutely no pain in my hand because at the same time my cock erupted like some kind of semen filled super volcano. I fell to my knees from the force of my violent discharge. It felt like gallons of warm sticky cream were being released into my underwear through a fire hose. My entire body was rocked by the convulsions overpowering my stomach and crotch. Mr. Masters kept his vice like grip on my hand as I shook violently beside the bar. His hold on my hand seemed like the only thing keeping me from becoming unconscious. The strength of his hand around mine kept me grounded and allowed me to simply let go, enjoying the unbelievable pleasure coursing through my body. When my cock finally quit jerking in my pants and the ringing in my ears began to subside the small man around the corner of the bar let go of my hand. My arms dropped to my side as I continued to kneel on the floor trying to catch my breath. Mr. Masters walked around the bar and moved so he was standing beside me. He began to run his hand across my hanging head, as if he were patting a tired puppy. This physical expression from the man that had just overpowered my muscles so easily both comforted me and, at the same time, made me feel weak and small.
“That’s it, big man. Just rest and catch your breath. I'm sure you find it difficult to meet someone so much more powerful than you. You see, Royd, it’s my strength that you've been responding to since last evening. When you met me your subconscious sensed what you have now fully discovered. You were the big alpha dog that instinctively knew to surrender to a more dominant force, but it was such a new feeling for you that you couldn't figure it out. Right now your mind and body are catching up with your instincts. You are beginning to realize that the only thing you desire in this world is to please your master. You want to submit to me completely. You also know deep down that your obedience will be justly rewarded, don't you. You know your master will take care of you. You seek my approval as much as you seek to make yourself big and muscular. You're a good boy, Royd. You make your master very happy. Just think about all the ways that I can continue to show you how proud I am. And if you are a really good alpha dog, Jack, I might give you what you most desire. One day I might pound that beautiful muscled ass of yours. You'd like that, wouldn't you Jack? No need to answer right now, I know that’s what you desire the most. Now get up and go clean yourself off in the bathroom. Our main course will be served when you return. We're going to have a really nice evening now, my pet. Your master is going to make sure you're really happy and, in return, you'll please me very much. I'll be waiting at the table.”
7.30.2009
Royd Roided Gets A Leash - Part One
There is really no way to know in advance how our lives will turn out. You just finally look back one day and see the clear path that led to what you've become. I would have never guessed I would become a huge professional bodybuilder and that I would ultimately be the perfect example of what it means to be hen-pecked. Yes, that’s right, hen-pecked, pussy-whipped, a boy-toy, or whatever you choose to call a man that no longer makes any of his own decisions. Now, before you go feeling sorry for me, please understand that I truly enjoy what my life has become – I really do. It’s just a shock to think that a guy that’s five feet eight inches tall and weighs over three hundred pounds would want to do nothing more each day than please a man that stands five feet five inches and weighs, even when he’s sopping wet, barely one hundred and fifty pounds. And, yet, that’s exactly what my life has become. I guess I should do some explaining.
It all began the day my voice dropped a few octaves and my head shot upwards by about a foot. It was sometime in the middle of eighth grade. Looking back, it feels like I went to bed one night - just a scrawny kid with a high-pitched voice and then woke up the next day - a towering muscle head with a voice like a tuba. I kid you not. I got huge in just a few months. I saw the high school coach’s mouth actually begin to water when he saw me on a scouting visit to our school. He was recruiting eighth graders that might be good for any of his teams the next year. That day he signed me up for football, wrestling, and basketball. All of them sounded good to me, but what excited me the most was the fact that he said he would teach me how to build up my body even more by lifting weights.
You see, by this time, I knew I was gay – well, I knew I was different, anyway. I had already shoplifted a few bodybuilding magazines from the local drugstore so I could whack off while I looked at what I thought, at the time, were huge guys. Little did I know that in just twelve more years I would be bigger than any of the guys that I beat off to. But that’s exactly what happened; I lifted weights in high school and college to become something just shy of monstrous. My mom still shakes her head sometimes when she looks at me; she thinks no man should be so big. I can tell, though, that she’s actually very proud of me and a little turned on. My dad doesn't even begin to hide his awe of my size. Each time I visit them, wait, no, each time I am allowed to visit them, my dad schemes up crazy things that will make me have to show off my strength. Like the time he hid his car jack just so I'd have to lift the back of his Cadillac as he changed a tire. I was pretty sure he even punctured the tire himself, but I couldn't prove it. I also knew he had Triple A, but I really liked to show off for him. Making my dad proud made me feel good – which, I'm sure plays into what happened to me later, as well.
Anyway, by the time I was out of college I was winning local bodybuilding contests and was also doing very well on the regional Strongest Man circuit. Because of my training schedule and my fear of what people might say, I had done very little as far as living out my homosexual tendencies. I had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Quite a few guys, however, did come up to me after contests and offer me money for an evening of muscle worship or just some posing, but none of those seemed to interest me. I knew, deep inside, I was waiting for something more, and I knew it whatever it was it was going to be intense, but I just didn't know what it would be.
I eventually settled down to a job managing one of the best gyms in a city that was about two hours away from home. It was a perfect job for me – I got to mix my business degree with my love for pumping iron. I quickly became aware of a group of gay men in the area that were what you might call the “A” crowd. These were guys that made a crap load of money and tended to only hang out with gay men just like them. Well, anyway, the size of my muscles seemed to make up for the fact that I wasn't rich, and I began to be invited to elite dinner parties around town. Two of my favorite members of the gym were Curtis and Sean. They took me on as a close friend and began to invite me to their place, often. Curtis owned some major international marketing firm and Sean was some kind of high-end lawyer. I never have understood exactly what kind of law he is involved with.
One day, when I was giving Sean some pointers on how to increase the benefits of biceps curls, he asked if I was free for a small dinner party that evening. He knew it was short notice, but one of the guests had backed out that morning and it was going to throw the table balance off. I knew that Sean saying the dinner party was going to be small usually meant it would actually be about twelve to sixteen people. As it happened, I was completely free and thought it would be great to spend an evening at their fantastic house and have a nice meal. Sean told me the only downside was that the meal was formal. I'd need to wear a tux. I told him that was no problem, having had one made for myself about six months before because I got so tired of shops freaking out about my size when I came in to rent one. I could tell my yes would make Sean’s large dining table have equal numbers on both sides and how much this pleased him. He gave me the details and encouraged me not to be late. He then told me the reason for the dinner party and my desire to go increased. It seemed that he and Curtis were giving a party for a friend that was visiting. When Sean mentioned the guest’s name I recognized it immediately, because Walter Masters was one of the biggest independent film directors in the world. I knew his incredible work – having seen all of his “art-house” films over and over. He was what you'd call a director’s director. He was respected by everyone in the business, mainly because he had never sold out by making big-budget crap. He only made films he personally loved and that usually meant they were a reflection him. He had won two Academy Awards and countless other honors in his career. Everyone knew Walter Masters was gay, but everyone also knew that he was somewhat of a recluse and you rarely heard anything about him. I was even more excited about the party now that I knew I would meet the famous Walter Masters.
For some reason I got really nervous as I began to get ready for the dinner party that evening. I was acting like some young school girl getting to meet the boy-band heartthrob of her dreams for the first time. As I arrived at Curtis and Sean’s gated mansion I began to sweat a little in my tux – just from the anticipation of being at a party with Mr. Masters. I was ushered to the expansive back yard of the house where, just as I thought, about sixteen men in various styles of tuxedos were drinking, eating appetizers, and trying not to be obvious in their desire to speak to Walter Masters. It was clear that I was the last guest to arrive; the vultures had all come early in hopes of getting some kind of lead on being near the guest of honor.
Now I know what I share with you next will sound very cheesy and stupid, but I can only tell you the truth. When I first gazed at Walter Masters, standing there in a simple tux and running his hand through his thick, curly dark hair, I fell in love. I am not joking. I fell fast and hard. I had seen pictures of the guy for years and I thought I knew what he'd look like in person, but I had been wrong. Most of my adult life I had been surrounded by much better looking men, but no one from my past came close to affecting me the way this guy did. I don't exactly know what made me so attracted to him – was it his looks, was it his incredible talent, was it his money, or was it something I couldn't explain. I would only learn the answer to that question a few months later – when I was finally open and ready to fulfill my destiny. At that time all I knew was that Walter Masters made my more-than-ample cock shoot achingly hard just by gazing at him. Thank goodness black tux pants tend to hide most everything. I also pulled the jacket closed in hopes that I would cover part of the thick, tense log snaking down my muscled thigh.
Let me give you a little more information to digest about Mr. Masters. He had a wide and gracious smile that seemed to jump at the slightest chance to beam across his face. I was mesmerized by his laughter from across the huge patio of our hosts’ home. It was infectious and full – as if everything he laughed at was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Forget what people mean when they say someone’s eyes sparkle – his gaze felt like a fucking fireworks show and he tended to focus on people in a way that made them feel both engaged and self-conscious. It was as if he was reading your mind and, yet, didn't judge what he found there, even the slightest. When you first looked at the guy he was short and kind of scrawny, but then, as you stood near him and listened to him, you could see that his personality more than made up for his smallness. Even out on a large patio the guy seemed to “fill the room” with his presence. He didn't have a gorgeous face, but he was handsome in that confident-as-hell sort of way.
I had not realized that I had stopped moving as soon as I laid eyes on Walter Masters. The only thing that brought me out of my engrossed staring was Sean’s hand grabbing my arm and leading me towards the small group of men across the patio as he spoke.
“Hello stud. He’s amazing isn't he?”
I didn't know what Sean was talking about at first, but when I looked down at his face I could see that he, too, was staring at Walter Masters and smiling broadly. I was taken aback by his frankness and my face turned a little red. I didn't really think about my answer and I just said what was on my mind.
“He’s incredible.”
“And you haven't even spoken to him. I swear he can make your dick leak pre-cum just by saying hello.”
Sean laughed out loud and I did, too, as we joined the group of men standing around the object of our awe. There seemed to be a natural lull in the conversation so Sean took advantage of the moment.
“Gentlemen, most of you know our trainer, Royd Roided, but I'd like to introduce him to the guest of honor. Walter Masters, this is Royd.”
“Hello Mr. Masters. It is a pleasure to meet you.” I stuck out my big hand and spoke quickly – making a complete ass of myself. That’s the kind of reaction this man evoked from me.
To show what a gentleman Walter Masters truly is, he did nothing to acknowledge or draw attention to my weird behavior. He simply stared at me with his emerald eyes, smiled broadly, and grabbed my hand in the same quick manner as I had done.
“Hello, Mr. Roided, the pleasure is all mine. Please call me Walter. May I call you Royd?”
“Of course, sir.”
I was fumbling for words and quickly spouted my response, not fully sure why I added the word “sir.” This made the group around me laugh a little, but they took the lead from Walter Masters and he was still holding my hand while he stared at me. My body turned to jelly and I got a little dizzy. The combination of the man’s grip on my hand, his invigorating smile, and his soul-piercing eyes made me weaker than I had ever felt in my entire life. It was a feeling that I was not used to and it was quite obvious that Mr. Masters sensed what his presence caused in me. I could tell he was partly continuing to hold my hand to give my body a little support, but then I also noticed he was using our connection to get some kind of read on me. I can't explain it, but I knew his hand touching mine enabled him to send and receive some kind of secret signal. I was not the same when we released our grips; I was now under a spell that tied me to the man in a way that could only be described as magical. I also noticed that, whether because of my temporary weakness or something else, his handshake was extremely powerful. It didn't really register until I felt my hand slightly throbbing when I returned it to my side. Another amazing thing about Walter Masters’ greeting was that he never took his gaze from my face. Most guys I met either never looked at my face or landed there for mere seconds before moving to what was obviously their favorite part of a hugely muscled body. Mr. Masters continued to look me in the eyes through our entire exchange and then turned to look at whoever spoke next in the group. I, however, could not take my eyes off of the man in front of me and I shamelessly stood there gawking until I heard Sean invite everyone into the house.
I didn't budge from my place until Mr. Masters did. Don't ask me why I did this – it could have been that I was being polite to the guest of honor, but I sensed it was something else - something deeper and more intense that hospitality. I was not at a point, however, to fully understand and I simply followed this man as he led the group into the dining room of the wonderful house. I found it very hard to contain my surprise and my joy when I noticed that I was seated right beside the man of my sudden desires. It was even more exciting since Walter Masters was seated at the final chair on one side of the table, next to our host at the head and me on his other side. This meant that while Sean was talking to the guest on his other side or away from the table, Mr. Masters would find it easiest to turn my way and chat with me. It was still pretty uncomfortable in my crotch area because of my rock-hard cock, but, at least, I had the table to help cover it. My body seemed to be on fire from the heat caused from the close proximity to the man beside me. As we began the meal I found it very hard to think of something to say to this man that made me so weak at the knees. I began to panic that I would be silent the entire meal, but then Mr. Masters turned to me and spoke first.
“I hope you don't mind, Royd, I asked Sean to move me to this spot. I was originally going to be placed at the center of the table, but I thought I would like this seat much more.”
I was caught off guard by this revelation and didn't know how to respond, at first. I found myself just staring into the eyes of Mr. Masters with my mouth slightly open. I must have looked like a simpleton. I somehow gathered enough energy to answer him.
“I don't mind at all, Mr. Masters . . . I mean, Walter.”
The man laughed lightly at my small slip up and took a sip of his wine. He continued to look at me the entire time. I began to feel a little self-conscious. He turned back to his salad as he spoke.
“Why do you seem to have the need to be so formal, Royd?”
“Well, you are pretty famous.” I was being very honest and quick in responding – as if some force was making me answer his questions efficiently.
“Oh, is that it? I was hoping there might be more to it than that.”
I was, again, not prepared for that response. I had no idea what he meant by the comment, but something in his words triggered a part of me that had never been awakened. I sensed some thought or some desire being born in me, but I still had no clue as to what it might be. I believe he saw the seed of what was being planted in my eyes and he smiled in a way that was inviting and disturbing at the same time. He did not wait for me to respond.
“Well, maybe there is something more, which you have not felt before. Wouldn't that be interesting? My guess is that right now there is a feeling deep in your gut, Royd, which you can't explain. You are probably trying hard to sort through emotions that my presence causes within you. I'm sure it is as if you are repelled by me and drawn to me at the same time. You're becoming aware of a great need at your core that has never been exposed before. Maybe you're even becoming a little scared, huh Royd?”
I had no idea what voodoo magic this man was pulling on me or how he had hypnotized me, but his description nailed all that was going on in my head and body perfectly. Small drops of sweat had begun to gather on my back and across my forehead. My heart was thumping like it was being pounded by a bass drummer on acid. I felt a little queasy and worried that my food might be filled with some kind of mood altering chemicals. But the truly fucking strange thing was that I also felt like some hidden strength was being released inside me – or maybe it was some demonic power being unleashed. Whatever it was, scary and all, it was incredibly invigorating – pumping my blood and cock into overdrive. Again, Walter Masters did not wait for a response from me.
“It is okay, my huge friend. This moment has been enough. There is no need to find all of the answers right now. Just sit a while with that new feeling that has been uncovered. There will be plenty of time for exploring what it all means at a later date. For now, just relax and enjoy this lovely meal. I think we have some mountains to move later, Royd, but, for now, we'll settle for the small boulder that has been turned into pebbles. We, my friend, have a lot in common. How do you like the salad?”
A slight breeze would have caused my body to erupt in orgasm – that’s how charged this man’s words had left me. My mind could not begin to understand what was happening. It felt like and “out of body” experience, but the pressure in my cock assured me that I had not left my skin. Somehow, I found the strength to raise the fork in my hand to my mouth and take a bite of my salad. I could taste nothing, though, because my senses were too busy trying to prevent the hard stick of dynamite in my pants from exploding. I forced myself to turn from Walter Masters and stared at the plate in front of me.
“Steady on, Royd, steady on.”
Even the sound of his voice made my body quiver in excitement. I inhaled deeply through clenched teeth and held my breath for a few seconds. I had never been this “out of control” in my entire life. I was baffled, embarrassed, stunned and extremely excited all at the same time. I wanted to get up from the table and run from the room, but at the same time I wanted nothing in the world more than to be sitting beside Walter Masters. I was worried that my body would not be able to live with such intense feelings pulling me from both sides. And then suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, everything stopped. My head stopped spinning, my heart stopped pounding, and my cock even began to subside. The sudden calmness scared me as much as the intense disorientation that had preceded it. I began to eat my salad calmly and I knew that Mr. Masters sensed the change in me.
“There, you see, it has passed. All is right with the world again. But be forewarned, Royd - when you remember this moment, and you will remember this moment, you will begin to slowly understand the calling that has begun within you. And please know that I'd like to be part of your response to that desire as it grows. This doesn't make sense right now, but it will someday. I just want you to, hopefully, think of me when you are awakened fully.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about or what just happened, but I'm pretty sure you were part of what caused it – so I think it would be safe to say that you'll be part of whatever benefits you think will come of it.”
As I said these words I knew how strange they sounded, but I also knew that my body, not to mention my mind, had become somehow intricately connected to this man. I also knew that the path to self discovery, which I seemed to be starting, began with him and would ultimately lead to him.
The rest of the evening passed without any more sexual eruptions in my body. Sean dominated Mr. Masters’ attention for most of the meal, but I could tell that the object of my lust was still very conscious of the effect he continued to have on me. When we moved back onto the porch to have some after-dinner drinks, I was disappointed that Mr. Masters seemed to be ignoring me. He was caught up in a conversation with a gentleman I barely knew, but I could tell, by the way they were talking, the conversation had to do with some kind of high finance. I finally decided it was time for me to leave, and I said my farewells to our hosts and left – a little sad that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Mr. Masters. As I was walking down the huge staircase from the front door of the house I heard a voice call out to me.
“I can't believe you would leave without saying goodbye.”
I recognized the voice without turning around. I could hear his footsteps as Walter Masters descended the stairs to where I was standing. I turned around to find him right behind me – his closeness caught me off guard and I stumbled back a little.
“Careful, big guy. We wouldn't want anything to happen to that beautiful body, now would we?”
I was simultaneously embarrassed and flattered. I looked down at the ground, having moved into a genuinely shy mode.
“Ah, the big man is sometimes shy. How cute is that?”
I glanced up quickly, detecting something condescending about his comment. I couldn't believe it when my cock also sprang instantly hard at his words. There was something in the way he spoke to me – something that I still could not name – that made me both hard as a two-by-four and, at the same time, somewhat ashamed of myself. I was beginning to realize that I felt intimidation and a little fear when Walter Masters was around. I also had this growing urge to do whatever I could to make this man happy. I hadn't a fucking clue where all of this came from, but I felt it just the same. The freight train of awareness that was obviously coming gave no hint of what it might birth within me and, yet, I desperately wanted it to arrive soon.
“Like I was saying, Royd, I can't believe you would leave without saying anything to me. I distinctly got the feeling that you liked me – was I mistaken?”
I stared at the man, unable to form words. I knew my feelings had been pretty transparent and that he had somehow sensed my wild physical reaction to him as we talked at dinner, but hearing him say those words caused me to become embarrassed and somewhat disoriented. I fumbled so say something to answer his question.
“I, uh . . . I mean . . . I do really . . . what I mean is . . .”
“That’s fine, Royd. No need to speak. Be ready tomorrow night at seven and standing outside your place. I'll pick you up then. Please, don't keep me waiting. I'm not a man that likes to wait.”
“Yes sir.”
I answered immediately and with an obedient tone that shocked me. My response made Masters smile broadly. He didn't say another word. He simply turned around, not even acknowledging that our conversation was over, and walked back up the stairs into the house. I stood there dumbfounded. As soon as he was away from me the cloudiness in my head and the unexplained magnetic pull of Walter Masters seemed to lessen. I became coherent enough to analyze what had just happened. I had been invited out by the Walter Masters and I had said yes. This is not what held my attention the most, however. I focused on how this man could render me so completely useless with just his attitude and a few words. If you compared the two of us physically there would no contest. I could basically squash the guy with one hand – my arm being almost as big as his upper body. When I trained guys like him I could usually lift with one hand what they were bench pressing with their puny bodies and sometimes I could do it with just two fingers. But here was a guy that made me go weak at the knees and turn into some kind of ninety-pound weakling. Walter Masters was the guy on the beach kicking sand in my face and not the other way around. I tried to get a handle on what it was about him that created in me a desire to do whatever he said. The word that came closest to describing how I felt was “slave.” I had become this man’s bitch after just one meeting. If he had asked me to get down on my hands and knees to lick his shoes, I would have gladly done it – even in the middle of the dinner party.
I shook my head hard and started walking to my car again. What was I thinking? This is Royd Roided thinking this nonsense. I'm no one’s bitch. I'm fucking huge. I'm stronger than most men – even if you put a few of them together. I didn't need to answer to anyone – and hadn't for many years. I could probably throw Walter Masters farther than he could throw a baseball. I opened my car door and slid into the seat. After I shut the door I sat in silence for a few moments. I felt something dark bubbling up inside me as I emphasized, in my mind, how powerful and big I was. There was a desire growing slowly in the center of my gut. I was beginning to let something unknown to become even stronger than the awareness of my own strength and size – and it was becoming more influential the more I tried to ignore it. A flood of uncontrollable lust for Walter Masters shot through my body and many other things shot off at the same time.
First of all, my mind became completely aware of my insane need for Walter Masters’ approval. I wanted the man to like me, I wanted the man to use me in any way he desired, I wanted the man to take control of me completely, and I wanted the man to fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. This final realization made my uncontrollable hard cock begins to spew inside of my underwear. I had not shot a load without help from my own palm, or someone else’s, since I was an adolescent. I also began to cry out like a wounded beast as my dick erupted. I knew that anyone within a hundred yards of my car would have been terrified by the sound and probably would have started running, but luckily no other person was around. No one saw or heard my instant descent into an orgasmic place of no return, where I fully understood that I was now connected to Walter Masters in a way that could not be explained or even described. The man had a power over me that seemed demonic and angelic at the same time. When my body stopped jerking and my screams of pleasure ceased, I instinctively glanced toward the house. There, in one of the front windows I saw the outline of my tormentor, my desire, my master. I knew, somehow, that he was fully aware of what had just happened in the car and in my pants. This frightened me a little, but also made me feel proud in some odd way. I started the car, turned on the lights, and began down the driveway. I was already counting the seconds to our rendezvous planned for the next evening.
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