OIL + MUSCLE

hey...you look great but those trunks are WAY too small

hey...you look great but those trunks are WAY too small!! your balls are visible around 1:25...and they are TOO LOW in the front...just saying. if you wore those on purpose, great...if not, you need to get a pair that fits man.

Royd's XL Challenge

i need this to motivate my workouts!


Red Boy Butt Plug - The XL Challenge

This big boy is definitely NOT for beginners! Strong and sturdy, it weighs in at almost 4 lbs. This oversized butt plug is more than enough to please! 9 inches tall, 4½ inches in diameter, 15 inches in circumference of the largest section.

What incredible GREAT nipples! Complete explosion of muscles!

Orazio Salvatori for "Beautiful Muscles"

Beautiful Muscles has left a new comment on your post "Nice oiled-up offseason beef!": Really really sexy! I'd love can be his bitch guy

SIR i need you SIR!

matured ty fox

roidgutted + miniscule poser

roidgutted + matured

towel and tats

Nice oiled-up offseason beef!

Orazio Salvatori

daddy muscle in red poser 01

i was surfing the net and came across this pic of myself

i was on pumpedmuscles.ning.com and came across this pic of myself

Title
Anabolic Insider - Steroid Newsletter
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i'm ready for my closeup

Forgot to tell you that the video company Matured Men wants me to do a video for them. I'd be one of a few guys each doing a solo scene. Want to get my cock and balls another shot of silicone so they'll be packed and silicone will be my gimmick. They've never had a matured siliconed bodybuilder in one of their vids. I like their production values. They make even the not-so-hot look hot. Never done a video before so it could be fun. I'll keep you posted.

a tale of two plugs

Friday was a day off for me this week however it wasn't the best of days to be off. They were not only testing the fire alarms in the entire building, they also shut off the water in the entire building for maintenance. It's not a bad thing, but it wasn't at all a good thing either. A package I had been eagerly awaiting for was coming today, and yet without the water, I couldn't prepare. What I had received were 2 new butt plugs. I had been wanting a larger plug, up-sized from my normal medium butt plug, but all the plugs out there are too steep of an increase in size. I got lucky though when I found these 2 plugs, even luckier when I actually saw them and held them in my hands. Once I had the package, opened everything up, and threw out what I didn't need, I sat there with my 2 new black butt plugs just begging to be shoved into my hole. The size difference from my normal plug was unbelievable but it would help me train on more than just holding a plug in my ass. The plugs were tall and wide, and they actually looked like a larger version of my plug. Instead of the normal large plug that could be a small fist, these 2 plugs were longer in height to keep the butt plug shape. I was impressed and eager to try them out, however I never like plugging my ass without cleaning it out first. This is why today was just a bad day to have received the plugs, but it was a good day because I was actually home to receive them. So I sat around all day, playing games, chatting online, sniffing the strong rubber of my new plugs. The smell was just overpowering. If it wasn't for the insane size of my bod, I'd probably have a lot more rubber gear. I removed the plugs from my sight by sticking them on the bathroom counter. When the water comes back, I'd clean the plugs then try the smaller of the 2. That wasn't until at least 19:00 PM. The water was back on at 18:00 PM but I had supper at 18:30 PM which I had started when the water was back on. Once I was done supper and put my dishes on the kitchen counter for later, I waltzed into the bathroom and shut the door. I was going to take a shower, but I figured I'd try stuffing my ass first. During the day I made a decision to only use the smaller of the new plugs until I was ready, or thought I was ready, to take the larger of the 2 new plugs. So I made the smaller of the two of my new training butt plug and the larger my new goal. I was glad I got both plugs as they are well worth the money now that I actually saw them. Once I was stripped down to my cage, I gave myself a few douches to clean out so I could try this new toy! Once I was done emptying my ass of water, I started to prepare myself for the plug. I had brought my lube into the bathroom earlier with the plugs as I knew I'd be trying at least one of them today. I popped open the lube bottle and poured a fair bit onto the plug, then fingered my ass with some as well. I closed the bottle then placed the plug on the edge of the tub. I squatted over the plug and started lowering myself onto it. I felt as it touched the outer skin of ass before slowly entering. I went down a bit on the plug, and then lifted up, then down, then up. I repeated the process until I managed to take the plug. I however didn't have it for long as the new size of it would take some getting used to and for that, I'd have to be patient. The plug was taken out not a minute after having it in. I just proved to myself that I can get the new plug in, and that meant I was already one step closer to my goal of taking the larger plug. I took both plugs and put them in the tub, and then I climbed in after and took my shower. I won't be updating much about the plugs, but if someone asks about it, I will reply back!

Royd Roided Gets A Leash - Part Four

Mr. Masters was not a man that waited for anyone. I knew this instinctively. I stayed right behind him as he exited the restaurant, even as I struggled to put my tight shirt back on my pumped up body. It was still very odd to be this massive guy who towered over the man in front of him and, yet, realize that the little guy in front of you could whip your ass. I still couldn't get my mind wrapped around that fact. And then there was this all-consuming desire to submit myself completely to my new master. I only desired to please this small man with the strength of what seemed like fifty men of my size. I glanced at our reflection in the limousine’s windows as we stood at the edge of the curb. I was a fucking muscle freak beside this guy. For a second I completely forgot how he had easily beaten me in our recent arm wrestling match. I dismissed the fact that he had stood there with his arm perfectly still as I used both of my arms and my entire body weight against him. I had been breathing heavily and perspiring like I had just finished a marathon and he was as calm as a baby taking a nap. But looking at our reflection I started to gain a little of my well known bravado back, I became slightly cocky because I saw that my bulging muscles and my size made Mr. Masters look like the ninety-pound weakling on the beach standing beside the huge bodybuilder. It occurred to me suddenly that my loss to this man could have been some kind of trick. Had he somehow hypnotized me or drugged me when I wasn't looking? Were my feelings of submission just a momentary lapse in judgment? What I saw in the windows of the car in front of me confirmed the fact that I was definitely the alpha dog in this so-called new relationship. Walter Masters was stunning and very successful but his body didn't hold a candle to mine. My beefy upper arms were almost bigger than his chest. Even if you put two of him side by side my fucking broad shoulders would be wider by far. It was clear that I could squash this guy with just one of my brawny hands. I took a deep breath and let my enormous chest inflate to a mind-blowing size. I could tell that the fabric of my shirt was straining not to burst at the seams from the pressure. A feeling of superiority swept through my body and I was finally able to regain the self-confidence that comes with being bigger and stronger than anyone you've ever met. I was Royd Roided, for goodness sakes, and I'm a muscled monster. I looked down at Walter and smiled in a way that made it clear I was reclaiming the title of the dominant top in this relationship.

The guy didn't turn to look at me. He only stared at our reflection in the limo’s windows. A very sinister smile crept across his face and it caused a chill to run down my spine. It was like he could read my mind and he knew that I was dismissing his power over me. I also believe he still realized I wanted him deeply, but I now intended to take control. The guy then actually chuckled out loud. This reaction infuriated me and my muscles tensed all over my body. It seemed that little Wally boy still thought he was my master. I began to look forward to showing him who was truly the boss. I contemplated grabbing his puny body, slamming him against the car, and plugging his ass with my giant cock right there on the street. I was sure that action would make it clear that from that moment on I was going to lead this relationship.

Walter turned to look at me, but the smile was gone. He now had a serious look on his face that immediately sucked some of my confidence away. The guy simply shook his head and then placed one of his small hands on my wide biceps. I look down at his fingers spread out completely and, yet, still not covering much of my bulging upper arm. He began to gently rub my hard muscles. He let his fingers slide across the indentions caused by the layers of bulging mass. He cupped my un-flexed, but giant, peak and we both noticed that his hand couldn't come close to covering the entire thing.

“Big Royd has some pretty impressive muscles, doesn't he? As a matter of fact he’s thinking his big body should automatically make him in charge. The last few hours have somehow melted away and the giant man wants to re-claim the obvious role of alpha male. It’s just common sense that the larger and stronger man should be on top, so to speak. Well, Mr. Roided, those are some very beautiful and massive muscles. You are one slab of perfect Grade A muscle beef. I certainly can't take that away from you. Your size and your chiseled body get my inner juices churning like never before. But let’s remind you of something, shall we? Follow me Mr. Roided.”

Just the sound of Walter Masters’ voice made my mind and body tumble back into a confusing world of self-doubt and some kind of submissive desire. The mixture of cockiness and something akin to super powers that dripped off of every word he spoke made me go weak in the knees. My mind was suddenly filled with visions of me licking his expensive shoes. I shook my head to clear it of stupid ideas and glanced back at our reflection, hoping to regain some previous self-assurance. I still towered over the smaller man and I got one more glance at how massive my arm was compared to his hand before he removed it from my biceps and turned to walk to the back of the limo. My legs followed Mr. Masters without any signal from my brain. I watched his bubbled ass move in front of me and my mouth opened slightly from being overwhelmed, again, by a desperate desire to please the man. We stood facing the rear bumper.

“Lift it.”

That was all Mr. Masters said. He didn't point, he didn't look at me, and he didn't expect me to question his order in any way. How could I? My body had now returned to the place where anything my master asked of me became like an undeniable demand stemming from my own brain. I reacted to his request as if I were some kind of robot activated only by his voice. I bent down and grabbed underneath the bumper of the car. I gripped hard and then stood up slowly. It wasn't much of a struggle for me, but I could feel the incredible weight of the limousine in my arms as I lifted the back tires off of the street. I was easily holding the big car at waist level.

“Curl it.”

Again, my body reacted to his order without my brain processing it at all. I raised the car’s bumper to my protruding chest, letting the metal scrape across my now hard-as-rock nipples. Mr. Master’s voice and his attitude had made my entire body as rigid as my full-mast cock. Even as I stood there lifting the car in a obedient trance I was completely aware that my cum was building for another volcanic-like eruption inside my dick. I continued to lower and raise the heavy limousine for twenty repetitions. My arms, my chest, and my shoulders ballooned from the workout and my shirt actually began to tear at the seams across my biceps. The sound of the fabric ripping made Mr. Masters take an appreciative deep breath, which, in turn, made pre-cum ooze out of the slit of my dickhead. My body didn't know what feeling was giving it the most pleasure – the building orgasm, the powerful pump from lifting a car, or the intense desire caused by the man standing beside me. I was on some kind of sexual overdrive that was either going to cause me to have a heart attack or give me the greatest gratification ever in my entire life.

“Put it down.”

Again with the simple order and again my body followed the order automatically. My chest was heaving slightly from the exertion, but I was not tired. I was energized beyond belief. I turned to face my master. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Very impressive Royd. You are certainly stronger than most men. And might I add that your pumped muscles are one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I look forward to having all of that hard body of yours pressed up against mine at some point. But now I want to remind you of your proper place in this relationship. I want to confirm for your brain what your body continues to tell you loud and clear. I want to make sure you continue to follow your intuition, which overwhelms you with a desire you still do not fully understand. That’s not a problem Royd. You will come to understand this uncontrollable urge within you over time. You are learning to reconstruct your preconceived idea of the pecking order of life. Soon you will fully grasp Darwin’s theory of ‘survival of the fittest.’ Let me demonstrate.”

I stood there mesmerized by Mr. Masters’ words. My body was trembling with anticipation, but I was not sure what was coming – well, that wasn't exactly true, I was pretty sure I would be cumming pretty soon. I watched as Walter Masters took his right hand, palm facing upward, and pressed the tips of his forefinger and second finger against the thick metal bumper of the limo. My ears began to buzz and my head became dizzy as I watched those two small fingers push into the metal like other people poke through a piece of plastic wrap. I cried out in disbelief as I saw the tips of those little fingers demolish steel so easily. Before I fully comprehended what was happening Mr. Masters had his forefinger and second finger completely dug into the bumper. Walter Masters then turned his head to look at me. I glanced at his face momentarily and saw that the sinister look had returned. I quickly returned my gaze to his hand but I could tell he continued to simply stare at me. Without any strain at all and with no sign of even the slightest effort Mr. Masters lifted the back of the limo off the ground with just two fingers. My cock exploded uncontrollably, but I simply stood there staring at this man holding the back end of the huge car in the air like he was lifting a piece of paper. It didn't register at all that my body was shaking violently or that my entire crotch area was seeping with warm sticky cum. I only focused on the fucking incredible power of those two fingers. And just when I thought the show might be over, Walter Masters began to lift the back of the car up above his head and then lower it back down. His two fingers raised the car high into the air like an ordinary man might lift a five-pound weight. After the car went up and down three or four times quickly, I heard the driver’s door open and the guy tumbled out of the jerking car. I also heard him tossing his cookies, obviously unable to handle the unnatural rocking of the limo. Mr. Masters continued to lift the car up and down for about fifty reps and my cock continued to spew juice for the entire time. My super strong master continued to stare at me the entire time. I could tell he was getting off on my astonishment at his unbelievable strength. Without taking his eyes from me he finally lowered the car to the ground and pulled his imbedded fingers from the metal bumper. I could see where his fingers had bent back steel as if it were cardboard, leaving a gaping hole in the bumper. As soon as Walter Masters freed his fingers from the bumper and stood completely up, my legs gave out and I fell to my knees in front of him. The force of my orgasm was finally catching up with my body. I realized I was sweating like I had been in a sauna for an hour and my entire frame ached. Mr. Masters brought his two powerful fingers to my upper lip and I automatically inhaled through my nose marveling at the smell of a mixture of steel and oil or gas. The super man then pressed those fingers between my lips and I immediately let them slide in. I swallowed quickly and let the metallic taste register throughout my mouth. I let my tongue move around his fingers and, at the same time, I re-lived the extreme power that existed there. This memory caused my cock to jerk a few more times but there was nothing left in my body to emit. I had never felt so exhausted or satisfied in my entire life.

“So the big man gets off yet again on the his master’s power. That’s a good boy, Royd. You just needed to be reminded of what you're dealing with. For a while there you thought your size and your muscles could overcome the super strength in my body, didn't you? That’s all right, Royd. It will take some time for you to fully grasp what I can do. You need a few more demonstrations of the force inside this small body before you fully understand why you want me to completely control you. But you will absolutely submit to your master, Royd. You'll see how much you want this strong body to dominate and protect you. We've only begun to explore ways to make you feel weak and small, Royd. It’s a new feeling for you isn't it? You hate this feeling inside of you and, yet, you crave it too. You want a master as much as you want your body to be huge and muscled. It’s a mystery about yourself that is just now awakening within you. But you'll come to understand it fully and you'll come to love it. I promise you, Royd. And this strong man is going to take care of you in ways you never thought possible. You just need to remember who’s boss, okay Royd?”

With that, Walter Masters pressed his two fingers against the roof of my mouth and lifted upward. I felt like a fish caught by a giant hook. Pain shot through my mouth as the man pulled me to my feet much like he lifted the car. I could not begin to fathom the power in just one of his hands. Walter Masters was some kind of fucking super strong god and I was almost his servant completely. As he pulled his fingers from my mouth he reached over with his other hand and grabbed my still rock-hard cock. He squeezed tightly, causing me slight pain.

“God, I love how hard my strength makes your giant cock get, Royd. And we haven't even begun to explore what I can do. Let’s get you home now so you can have some dreams about what your master’s powerful body can do.”

I followed my master into the back of the limousine without saying a word. I was becoming his muscle slave and I loved it. The driver seemed to have recovered from his bout of motion sickness and he closed the door behind us. My huge body took up a lot of room in the car, but the width of the back seat still caused there to be quite a bit of space between Mr. Masters and me. I sat there quietly, just staring at the man that had so easily lifted the car with just two fingers – two fingers that he had punctured through the rear bumper as if it was cellophane.

“I don't like you being so far away from me, Royd.”

Mr. Masters reached over and placed his right hand on my giant quad. His hand didn't even begin to cover the huge expanse of my muscle. We both looked down and marveled at how small it looked against my leg.

“Flex.”

My master didn't need to say anything more. Instantly, I tensed my legs and the quad muscle burst into different layers underneath my pants. You could actually see a huge bulge of sinew and thick meat on top, which looked like a second, somewhat smaller, leg that had bloomed on top of my massive quad. Mr. Masters grabbed this hard muscle and squeezed tightly. My leg immediately felt pain but I did not lessen how much I flexed. It only caused me to tense the muscle more. This obviously pleased Walter Masters because he let out a long whistle of approval. He then gripped my leg harder and easily pulled my huge body across the seat causing me to end up right against him. The small superman had just pulled my three hundred and eighty pounds a few feet without any effort. I suddenly felt like a small stuffed teddy bear being manipulated by a huge construction worker.

This thought made a realization burst into my mind and it felt like the biggest epiphany of my lifetime. I could tell my consciousness was being opened in a life-changing way – I would never be the same. Out of the blue I now understood what Mr. Masters had been saying all evening. The image of the huge construction worker had made everything very clear. I instantaneously ceased to view this man beside me as small or possibly weak. My eyes no longer let outside images control what I thought or even imagined – no pre-conceived ideas forced on me by society. I looked down at the hand on my tensed thigh and now it looked like the most powerful thing in the world. It’s unbelievable strength made it look fucking huge to me. I looked at the dominant man beside me and I now saw him, as he truly was – my commander and my only desire. My cock was hard as rock and I was absolutely sure precum leaked from its head. Immediately I felt small and insignificant. My mind barely registered my massive body or my bulging powerful muscles – and any recognition of this fact merely informed my brain that my hugeness existed to please this god beside me. Tears formed in my eyes as I became overcome with gratitude that Mr. Masters had chosen me to be his muscle boy-toy. My body shook slightly from the all-consuming awareness that I had been given the chance to submit my entire being to this man. I fully understood what had been unleashed from deep inside of me since meeting this unbelievable power. I freely gave myself to this man. I also realized that in return for my complete devotion Mr. Masters would take care of me from this moment forward – for the rest of my life. A bond that was incomprehensible to any other human and seemed to be as old as the universe now existed between us. A second revelation exploded in my mind. This seemingly chance meeting of the two of us the night before had actually been planned for millions of years. We had been destined to be together since the beginning of time. His super strength completed my enormous body and vice-versa. I knew, instinctively, that no other man before this moment and none to come later had the ability to worship Mr. Masters the way I could. I was the disciple etched out of stone for this great master. When all things had been formed in the beginning, strength had been given to Walter Masters and size had been given to Royd Roided. These two halves needed to come together for some incredible reason, which was not clear to me at this moment but would surely be revealed at some point. Right now, all I cared about was the fact that I needed my amazing master more than I even needed to breathe. From this second forward there was no reason to live if I could not be with Walter Masters. Tears streaked down my face as I stared at the superior being beside me.

“All has been revealed, I see.”

Mr. Masters released his intense grip of my leg. My body immediately went limp and I began to cry uncontrollably. The powerful man beside me placed his hand at the back of my neck and pulled me into his body. I buried my face into his chest and released what seemed like years of pain, suffering, doubt, and confusion. Even as I cried I realized that I was being purified in some way. I was letting go of any falsehoods or anger that had ruled my thoughts and actions for all of my life. I was becoming completely open and focused on only one thing – Walter Masters. And even though the rest of the world would scorn what I was becoming, I knew that submitting myself to this master completely was not confining in any way. It was actually freeing and totally empowering. I would be taken care of in a way that would bring me more pleasure than ever possible if I had never met Mr. Masters. I would forever be exposed to strength beyond what any mortal imagined possible. The satisfaction – mentally, physically, spiritually and sexually – that would come from being with this brilliant specimen was mind-boggling. I forced myself to not think about it and merely allowed my body to rid itself of years of negativity and weakness. My sobs were the only sound in the car as we moved through the city. Walter Masters stroked the back of my head in a way that was both powerful and soothing at the same time. My entire body craved the touch of his super strong hands. After what seemed like hours I finally stopped crying. I could feel that Walter Masters’ shirt was sopping wet. The hardness of his chest through the soaked fabric was both soothing and an incredible turn-on at the same time. My cock had remained fully engorged and hard during my entire purging experience. I sat there and listened to the strong pounding of Mr. Masters’ heart through his brick-like chest. I would probably have fallen straight to sleep if I had not been so on fire with desire at that moment.

“Are you sure you want to be fully mine?”

His question did not surprise me or bother me in any way. My mind had been preparing for it during the entire evening – I had just not been aware of this fact. The sound of his voice, the way it reverberated in his chest, the feeling of his hand stroking my neck, and the knowledge of what my answer would be made a huge smile break out across my face. I knew immediately that Walter Masters could sense that I was smiling. A supernatural connection had been awakened between us, which seemed as natural as my muscles and his strength. It was like our minds were joined by some kind of energy or super new sixth sense. Mr. Masters’ hand on my neck squeezed harder. It probably was a little painful but that didn't register at all to my rock hard body – especially since I wanted him to touch and grope my body continually for the rest of my life. I realized that he was giving me the okay to answer his question and then it dawned on me that I had been waiting for his permission without even thinking about it. From now on I would never do anything again without my powerful master granting his approval first.

“Yes, master. I give my mind and my huge body to you completely.”

It was my turn to sense that Walter Masters was smiling. I knew it as well as I knew my own thoughts. Realizing that I had made him happy caused my body to shiver with excitement. My body’s reaction caused my master to laugh out loud. He waited a few more seconds and then spoke again.

“That is good, my enormous disciple. And know that in return for your devotion you will have anything you have ever desired – and more. I will give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible. You will never know fear or angst again. All I ask is that you continue to grow – both your body and your desire to please me. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven, master. A heaven full of muscle and full of super strength.”

“That’s right, Royd. We'll have strength beyond your imagination and size beyond my wildest desires. Our improved lives begin right at this moment. The true fun begins now.”

Royd Roided Gets A Leash - Part Three

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.

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.”