Damn, that's hot. Would love to lube up that muscled ass, work it with a stainless steel butt plug - chilled in the fridge. Encourage you to heat it up as you work out. Strip you down to those ultra-small posers, emphasizing those pumped cock and balls. Look deep into your eyes - command you to flex. Just feel that heavy steel plug in your ass - work it as you flex. Use those muscles in that pussy to work that butt plug. Flex harder ... harder ... you'll cum when you bend that steel butt plug, boy....
and judging
by both the amount of and the type of comments, people either hate or love his
bod - there is no in-between, even though the haters and their negative comments
easily outnumber the positive feedback...and that's what turns me on about him -
what he's achieved and how he's transformed his bod to. i do have to confess
that i like the ridiculously insane over-proportions he exhibited prior to
2002
i thought i would highlight some comments made on the above vid, so
that hopefully, you'll gain a better insight to me and my ideas for
bodybuilding, which is but one facet of my total persona and psyche
"yeah he's a mass freak I don't think he's as concerned about aesthetics as
some of the smaller bodybuilders" - MY RESPONSE: precisely what i want to
eventually become...a MASS FREAK and as you mentioned in your last email to me
that while "Ruhl is a competitor, shaping his body for bodybuilding shows and
competitions" that i "on the other hand, are free to shape your body as you
choose" - aesthetics and proportionate ARE NOT words in my vision for the
finished product
"I've just realized how ugly this guy's body is..........it's so out of
proportion, it's disgusting..........he's no bodybuilder where the fuck's the
proportion.......and he's cheating on the dips....shoulder should come below the
elbow on the way down......BRING BACK ARNIE!!!!!!!"
- MY RESPONSE: the first part of this comment, which most will consider as
negative, is what i want to long to read or hear when people, both bodybuilders
and non bodybuilders, see me...fuck arnold or columbo or for that matter all the
proportionate pros from the 80's. and 90's...i want to "so out of proportion,
it's disgusting", i want to hear people say that i'm "no bodybuilder where the
fuck's the proportion"
"HGH BELLY GROSS!"
- MY RESPONSE: if i hear that, i will instantly take it as a
compliment!
"he manages to give steroids a bad name, his muscle proportion is all
fucked up"
- MY RESPONSE: damn right, not just abusing roids but addicted to them -
fuck up my proportions!
"god only knows wot drugs this man has injected himself with! I bet Markus
hasn't got a f***ing clue either. As long as it was in a syringe I'm sure he was
happy to inject it. There was a similar guy in the UK in the 1980's called
Richard Farmer, and his body tore apart as well."
- MY RESPONSE: this statement gave me an instant very HARD hardon - "As
long as it was in a syringe I'm sure he was happy to inject it"
"you fuking kidding me? he has one of the best genetics out their that's
why he's a top bodybuilder. their are countless of other bodybuilders that try
to get at the level of Markus but never make it why ? because they don't have
the genetics for it, if steroids were the solution, then everyone could be a top
bodybuilder like Markus. and Markus trains for size not shape mediocre genetics
my azz"
- MY RESPONSE: whatever genetics i lack, i will pay in blood, sweat and
tears
"Are you a retard? Do you know just how huge Markus is? This is a man who
dwarfs even Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler. He is the freakiest bodybuilder in
the world. Not the best looking or most proportionate, but the largest. Pretty
much no matter how much you juice yourself, you will NOT end up looking like
Markus. Not with mediocre genetics."
- MY RESPONSE: hope that i will achieve markus' look
"Markus Ruhl is obviously a man with mediocre genetics who abused steroids
to get where he's at. His only trump card was 'roids. Therefore, no matter how
large he manages to get, he will never be a champion. Because, though you can
change the SIZE of your muscles by training, you can never change the basic
shape. The bellies will continue to grow, further developing his faulty
structure."
- MY RESPONSE: i will strive 200% to "change the SIZE of your muscles by
training" and hope that i will be a major contender in being one of those
bodybuilders whose "bellies will continue to grow, further developing his faulty
structure"
"this doesn't look natural...yuck...how can he do that to himself?" - MY
RESPONSE: "doesn't look natural"? natural is a BAD WORD in my vocab..."how can
he do that to himself?" easily, it's my only goal in life
"lol his stomach looks like a hero turtle"
- MY RESPONSE: yeah,call it turlte or tortoise shelled, that's what i
want!
"nothing appealing about that physique..tons of gh winstrol test. and god
knows what else post 95 bodybuilders look disgusting what happened to lean non
drugged looking bodybuilders with realistic physiques in the 200's. this is
wack" - MY RESPONSE: "nothing appealing about that physique"...isn't that
what every muscle freak wants? that's what this muscle freak wants, carves and
needs!
"Markus Ruhl is just another gross looking unhealthy steroid addicted
asshole bodybuilder.."
- MY RESPONSE: yes he is and that's what i want to be - "gross looking","
unhealthy", "steroid addicted", "asshole" bodybuilder - those words are music to
my ears!
"this is not at all natural ..... they all look like swollen potatoes ....
full of steroids up there asses ....... these guys are freaks who just keep on
looking at oneself in mirrors wearing underwear ..... go get a real job !! and
do society some good ..... rather hogging food like pigs and sitting and getting
beefed up .... ASSHOLES !"
- MY RESPONSE: "this is not at all natural....full of steroids up there
asses " - i want my muscled butt to be scarred from prolong injections, i will
see that as a badge of honor as well as a badge of courage, it's easy to lift
weights and call oneself a bodybuilder, but it takes hell of lot more to become
a muscle freak
"XXXL is my favorite bodybuilding film...Ruhl's abnormal size and gigantic
grotesque muscle really fascinate and inspire me. The guy has the strength of a
cyborg."
- MY RESPONSE: i hope that my "abnormal size and gigantic grotesque muscle
really fascinate and inspire" someone else
"I'd sell my soul to be that big!"
- MY RESPONSE: if i know it will work, i will too
"really why would you ever want to look like that??"
- MY RESPONSE: why? because i want to and i can do it!
"steroids and supplements addicted pea brain asshole"
- MY RESPONSE: yes addicted but not pea brained...and for the record,
asshole is what i am, more like a musclekunt
"Steroids and other drugs are for roiding homos"
- MY RESPONSE: and your point is? yes this "roiding homo" likes "Steroids
and other drugs"!
"I wud kill myself if I looked like that - small traps + insanely huge
shoulders = mutant looking freak who can't lift his arms up"
- MY RESPONSE: yes, i want to become a "mutant looking freak who can't lift
his arms up"
"Ruhl is natural, but looks like a an old fart. Does anyone feels the same
way I do"
- MY RESPONSE: i am an older fart and no he is not natural and neither am
i...as for markus looking older - i only like older men, more specifically older
muscled men
"there's nothing natural about that dude!"
- MY RESPONSE: duh!
"Naturals lift weights to get to their size and strength. These people lift
weights and use steroids/drugs to get to their size and strength. How convenient
of the roiders to leave out the part about their steroids/drugs." - MY
RESPONSE: i for one will not be one "of the roiders to leave out the part about
their steroids/drugs"...i want the words "juiced" or "jacked" or "roided"
tattooed PROMINENTLY on me....a living, breathing, ad for the promotion of roids
and supplementation
"Fuck you douche bags dogging on roid users. Its just cause you all are
to big of a pussy to inject. Do research on the shit before you dis it. You prob
don't know shit about it!"
Markus Ruhl ... you have good taste, boy. Look forward to talking with you more. And, yes, I'm confident you can do more - Ruhl is a competitor, shaping his body for bodybuilding shows and competitions. You, on the other hand, are free to shape your body as you choose.
markus ruhl has always been an inspiration for me, especially in his earlier days...his entire package from his freakishly oversized bod to his choice of posers to his bleached blond high and tight - all epitomizes my idea and my ideal.
there is a "slo-mo" button on the lower left side of the vid - i've used that to truly enjoy this german musclebull
will email you with a more detailed reply next week SIR!
boy -- I'm glad you've given me an email address so we can continue our conversation. I'm interested in hearing more about your experience and more about your current stats and capabilities as a roided bull boy. As I mentioned in my profile, my main fetish is muscle and power. I get off on seeing a boy work hard to gain more mass and get even harder if he's willing to dose up on roids, hgh and slam to pack on maximum size. Boy, right now you have the appearance of an experienced bodybuilder - a shredded mass of veined muscle, ready to be used. I think you can do more. I'm looking for a boy who is willing and capable, over time, of giving up any inhibitions and going beyond human to being a mass of useable bull meat. I enjoy integrating a roid boy's training with sm. After a hard workout at the gym and a rest period, I would want to measure and document your progress. Then I'd dose you up with chems for an evening of more hard work using that roid meat for my pleasure. First up would probably be some work on your arms and chest - curls and flys - as you're hooked up to a vac pump on your nips. Then, chest presses as I vac pump your cock and balls. Then, I'd probably want to use e-stim on your cock and balls as I vac pump that rosebud. I might have a pause at that point to get some more chems on you, refresh the slam. I would have you go through some posing routines for me, boy - I want to examine closely the progress you're making. If you please me, I'd want punch fucking that rosebud with my fist as I crank up the e-stim on your cock and balls or have you ride a horse-size dildo as I fuck that hot mouth of yours. So, boy - have you done hgh? How do you feel on roids? When you slam? I like the changes that roids and hgh make to your body turning that face more chisled, square and animal-like and seeing popped veins that make that bull muscle body of yours look like a hard-on, just waiting to be used.
my response SIR: "Roided and hot" SIR thank you SIR for acknowledging and validating my continuing quest for muscle-freakdom SIR "Great to see you again, boy." SIR, it's MY PLEASURE to be getting this message from you SIR! "I don't think you're big enough - you need to be filled with more roids and hgh and need to have that bull body of yours worked hard." SIR, thank you for your feed back and YES SIR, in my mind, whatever size i've achieved, i will never be "big enough" SIR - for you and for myself! that will always be the impetus and the stimulus that will allow me to push myself HARDER and LONGER to become the MUSCLE FREAK i want to become...as someone once said to me, i want a bod so built and so jacked and so juiced that my physique will no longer be suited for the competition stage - and that SIR is my all consuming, tunnel-visioned goal SIR! SIR, as for your comment that i "need to be filled with more roids and hgh and need to have that bull body of yours worked hard" - you are 200% correct SIR - as always you know me better than i know myself SIR! SIR, would love to continue this conversation SIR and if you are so inclined, this muscleboy's email is r.roided@live.com SIR royd
Roided and hot Royd Great to see you again, boy. I don't think you're big enough - you need to be filled with more roids and hgh and need to have that bull body of yours worked hard.
- "There is no logical reason for male bodybuilders not to be allowed to wear just thongs or G-strings on stage. Their genitals will be covered. Their gluteous maximus, their butt, are muscles that should be totally displayed."
- "I agree. The rules for men in the IFBB are so Victorian its untrue. This guy is great!"
T-shirt someone bought me - cool ass funny shirt but why would he give me this shirt?
and you you know about bodybuilders and shirts, if you give a bodybuilder a shirt that’s too big he’ll be flattered if you give him one that’s too small he’ll wear it.
This first story is short. It is about the Muscle Piss Pig (AKA Royd). He was the first freak I ran into at the International Mr. Glute Man
competitions. He stayed in a remote bathroom at the back of the contest
theater.
This story is an expose. Novice bodybuilders need to be alert
to what goes on at Glute Man competitions. I am all in favor of the fact that
we now have separate contests for bodybuilders with massive glutes. The fans go
nuts! And the athletes now have an outlet to show off their massive rear ends.
But, as a novice competitor, just be ready for some of the freaks you're going
to run into when you begin to compete in these wild and crazy Glute Man
shows.
I was a glute developer from my earliest days as a bodybuilder.
I loved pictures of massive striated glute muscles. When I went to bodybuilding
shows, I sat in the front row and waited for the athletes to hike their posing
trunks to display their oiled glutes. In terms of my own training, I squatted,
lunged, and leg pressed every other day. I was lucky to find a coach who
specialized in this aspect of training. He and I charted my progress every
week. After weight training, he always brought me back to his mirrored posing
room and he had me strip down. I posed and flexed, and then he measured the
circumference of my big glutes, and physically examined my striations. I loved
the feel of his hands, both on my glutes and in my crack.
But I am
getting diverted. Let me tell you about the Muscle Piss Pig. One day after I
finished competing in a Glute Man contest, I had to piss real bad. The janitors
already had the main bathroom closed off for cleaning, so one of the other
athletes told me about a bathroom way at the back of the theater. When I got
back there, I saw that the bathroom had three old fashioned full length
urinals. Kneeling down between two of the porcelain urinals was the Muscle Piss
Pig. He had his back to the urinals and was facing forward, just waiting.
He was wearing only a well-stained and pungently-ripe swimmer's
jock strap. And the smaller sized swimmer's jock not only served to accentuate
the size of his outrageously muscled and massively overdeveloped musculature,
but it also drew attention to his distended tortoise shelled roidgut. The pouch
of his jock was so obviously well used that the threadbare mashed fabric could
hardly contain his oversized cock and balls. His cockhead peeked out over the
top of the 1" waistband of his jock, to reveal the glinting stainless steel,
pencil-thick circular ring that pierced his cockhead.
He was also wearing a pair of well worn, knee high, black leather
loggers, laced with yellow laces with matching yellow socks that extended a full
three inches above the top of his boots. A full body black leather harness
could barely restrain his magnificently muscled upper body and pushed his
already enormous and pendulous pecs prominently forward, drawing attention to
his thumb-sized nipples that were deeply pierced and ringed with glinting
stainless steel, pencil-thick circular rings that matched the one in his prince
albert, that were captive in 4" high, oversized shotglass-sized lucite vacpump
cylinders.
A lace-up, again well used, black leather full hood covered his
head so I couldn't really see his face. The hood had an opening for his mouth
displaying his hungry, salivating lips. It also had perforations by his eyes to
allow him to see out of the thick, black leather that tightly encased his head.
And prominently emerging from the black leather covering his nostrils, was
another glinting stainless steel, pencil-thick circular ring - he obviously had
his septum pierced. The hood also had another feature that set this hood apart
from all other leather hoods. Emerging from the top of the hood, was a 2" high
platinum blond mohawk, fashioned from nylon paint bristles, and the faux hawk
coupled with the ring through his nose only served to further animalistically
transform him into a prize bull! I could not determine his ethnicity and his
deep, rich, mahogany brown tan again offered no clues. He was holding some kind
of black rubber hose that was attached to a black industrial funnel in his right
hand.
"Are you with the Gold's Gym's team?" he asked. "Where are the
rest of the guys?"
These questions confused me. Although I had heard that some
bodybuilders from Gold's Gym were in the audience to support their gym buddies,
I wondered why they would be coming back here.
"No," I said. "Are you expecting them back here?"
"I hope so," he said. "Some of them showed up after the last show,
and I told them they could find me here again. I thought you were one of them.
I'm waiting for some group action."
I did not know what to
say.
"Go ahead, dude," he said. "I can tell you need to piss. Don't
waste it."
He groaned and lowered himself down so his hooded face was at the
level of my crotch. I was in sweats wearing my posers underneath. When I
lowered my sweat pants and pulled my cock out from my posers, he groaned some
more.
"Wait a minute, let me hook myself up."
All of a sudden, he attached the rubber hose with the funnel to his
mouth and dropped down further so the funnel was right under my cock. He pulled
out some poppers and took a big hit. Then he yelled out, "Piss in the funnel!"
I let loose with a full stream. I started calling him a lot of dirty names. I
love using nasty language. And he obviously liked it too, judging by his great
staying power. I pissed and pissed and pissed. He seemed like he almost was
going to choke a couple of times but he drank it all down and then sat there
waiting for more.
"Take this piss, you hooded piss bull," I yelled out.
He moaned and dropped lower in the urinal. Then I pulled the hose and funnel
away from his face and started slapping him around. "Yeah, you pig, take my
dick right into your mouth and drink my piss straight from the tap. You urinal
freak! You need groups! I've seen your type before. You'll pay money for
anonymous loads, won't you?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "I'm a piss bull!"
Then he turned around, dropped down toward the floor, took another hit of
poppers, and started licking the walls of the urinal. "Piss on me!" So I
pissed all over his body as he licked the walls and the inside of the filthy
urinal.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion not too far from the
bathroom.
"Hey, Charlie, let's open up another six pack. I need another
beer. Where is that damn bathroom? It's hidden back here somewhere. I hope
he's here. Do you think he's back here like he was after the last contest?"
Beer cans snapped open as the football players filled themselves up with more
and more beer.
Hearing all of this, the Muscle Piss Pig said to me, "The
team is on its way! Where are my poppers?" After taking a big hit of poppers,
the Pig crawled backward completely inside the middle urinal and then he said,
"Hey dude, piss all over me some more before they get here. They get turned on
when they see me all wet and filthy." So I gave him what he needed, as he took
another deep hit off his poppers.
"Should I funnel up for the team or
drink straight from their dicks individually?" he asked.
"Funnel up," I
told him. "That way you can handle high volume. They probably all want to piss
in the funnel at once." He groaned with pleasure as he hooked the rubber hose
and the funnel back up to his mouth.
"Here, take my poppers," he said.
"It's not easy to use the poppers when I'm hooked up to the funnel. Feed me
poppers when they guys dump huge loads and when I groan for more." So I took
the poppers and started watching his every move.
"I found the bathroom.
Back here, guys," yelled out Brent, the leader of the pack. "Dudes, he's here
already. Shit. He is all wet and he's inside the urinal."
All the guys
rushed into the bathroom. They were drunk and full of piss. They started to
unzip.
"Hey," said Charley, as he looked at me. "Who is this other dude
who is back here? Have you been pissing on him already?"
"I was mainly
pissing in him, not on him," I answered. "He wanted to drink straight from the
tap. But I pissed all over his body a minute ago, because he said you guys
liked to see him wet and nasty. He's been telling me he wants to drink the
whole team's piss down all at once." The Muscle Piss Pig groaned when he heard
me say this, and I fed him some more poppers.
"Finish up your beers,
guys. Line up. He wants big loads of anonymous piss!" Then the guys all
started to unzip, lining up in front of the funnel. From where I was standing,
I checked out every one of the Gold's bodybuilders' cocks. The first two guys
looked like linebackers and they had short fat cocks. They pissed and pissed
and pissed in the funnel, and the Muscle Piss Pig took it all.
Then
eight or nine more bodybuilders lined up at the funnel. Some of them had
enormous cocks. They dropped huge piss loads into the funnel, sometimes two or
three at once. Eventually there was a sewage backup and the funnel started to
overflow. But I could tell the Piss Pig was doing fine, because he frequently
moaned for more poppers. And his dick got hard. It created an obscenely
tenting bulge with his jock strap.
Brent, the cocky leader, was the last
bodybuilder in line. He yelled out, "This dude is hot! Give me another beer.
Dudes, look at the size of his muscles and his huge wet jock strap! I want to
play with his nipples." Turning to me, he said, "Snap those suction cups off
his nipples. And get rid of that hose and that funnel. He's going to take my
piss directly from my cock and then he's going to suck me off. Just like my
bitch whore does after every football game."
I snapped off the lucite
cylinders and the Muscle Piss Pig's nipples stood out fat and thick on top of
his huge pec muscles, like maduro cigars snapped in half. Brent started pulling
on the hot nipples, as he slipped his huge cock into the Pig's mouth. Finishing
up his beer, he dropped a huge load of piss into the Muscle Piss Pig. Then
Brent's dick got fully erect and he pumped it back and forth in the Pig's
mouth. "Yeah, take my hot cumload, you cum dump" The Pig screamed out when
Brent's huge load hit the back of the Piss Pig's throat.
Brent then
ordered the Pig to lay down flat on the bathroom floor, with his hooded mouth
facing up toward the team. "Now the guys are going to shoot their loads all
over you!" The Muscle Piss Pig groveled around on the floor and I fed him a
huge hit of poppers. He begged for cum. The he surprised us all when he began
to piss all over himself. The piss started squirting out of his jock strap.
"Look at him pissing out the loads we fed him," yelled Brent. "What a filthy
pig!" And the guys shot their loads all over his face. Eventually he was
swimming in an ocean of piss and cum.
While his buddies were pissing on
the Piss Pig, one of the older bodybuilders moved behind me and started feeling
my ass. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I watched you on stage. Dude,
you looked great in the contest. You have got a hot pair of glutes. Listen.
Follow me into this toilet stall here. I'd love to give your ass a hot
breeding. I know I could squeeze out something for you."
I could not
believe what I heard. This handsome bodybuilder dad was asking me to take it
his load in my ass. But that's another story for next time.
WHAT IS FOR YOU TO BE MUSCULAR? i got this message today: “you are the man I want to be LOL… Married guy here… I lift, I juice… but secretly want to be used… what is it for you to be muscular? I mean I have the same goal and want to look that way - but most guys do it to be more alpha looking… Just curious…” and here is my reply: “thanks for your email and thanks also for your compliment! i am sure that since you LIFT and you JUICE, that in southern cal, if you join the right gym, you will be noticed and probably be USED! you asked “what is it for you to be muscular?” well for me, i have always been turned on by muscled man - beginning with watching TARZAN on TV as a very young kid to seeing WILD WILD WEST as a teenager and always hoping that james west would be in some scene where he was stripped and tortured and then i discovered bodybuilders and let’s say, i found my goal in life! i didn’t just want to be muscular, i wanted to be FREAK OF NATURE - to go beyond muscular and that’s when i discovered SUPPLEMENTATIONS! and that for me has been the end all be all for my existence! i am sure that you feel the same - how heavily are you juicing? how committed are you to wanting “to look that way”? it takes a lot of blood, sweat and tears - yes, tears, as you push yourself beyond what you think you have ! and yes while “most guys do it to be more alpha looking”, i do it to become the sub i want to be - or to put it in another way - if i were a top, i would like to find a bottom that looked like me! hope that satisfies your curiosity! royd”
9.19.2012
From the far corner of the gym, the corner which most dread and avoid, thrives a man intent on making a real impact on bodybuilding. He knows what is needed to reach success, but unlike most he carries it out with iron determination. So he just walks the walk and does not desire to talk at moments such as these. Why? Because he is steeling his mind and body and channelling all his energies into his upcoming set of TORTURE squats. He is shortly to demonstrate why most fear this part of the gym. This 51 year old man is in his element. He moves slowly and purposefully with a remorseless glare in his eyes while he loads the bar with 4 plates a side, never taking his eyes off the weight. He next prepares himself under the bar, his lips are imperceptibly moving, and if we could only listen in, we would hear this matured bodybuilder talking coldly, commandingly to himself, to get on with the work in hand no matter how tough. He reinforces why he is doing this and why it is necessary to become a champion: only 4 weeks to go he says to himself, big legs, big legs come on, focus, focus, "DO IT" and "DO IT -OR ELSE!" and then, he unracks the huge weight and takes two steps back. After a deep breath he descends keeping his body very tight, his glutes squeezed like a vice ALL the way down until his butt grazes the floor then, explodes back up, easy he says. After another breath, it's rep two which was just as smooth. With rep three the weight starts to feel heavier. His thighs are aching. Part of his mind tells him that that's enough to give in but the other part, his champion bodybuilder's mind, the part which is full of fire and true grit tells him to do 3 more and no less or else! And with that, he grinds out 2 good reps with the weight which is now feeling like it is crushing him. His body has had enough and his mind says STOP! BUT his soul wants it, it wants success so badly - it wants to win. It's the part that doesn't feel the gnawing pain and the waves of nausea but forces him on and makes him go for that last rep - PLUS. By this stage his mind is now in the bodybuilding dimension where only results count. It has shut down and his punished body is running on the power of his WILL and GUTS. PAIN, UNRELENTING PAIN IS ATTACKING IN WAVES. IGNORE - IGNORE! MUST GET BIG-MASSIVE-SHREDDED - MUST KILL IT!! The WILL to GROW takes over. Nothing else matters. With a huge yell of agony he just makes that possible last rep and then he drives past the impossible and does one more "Agghhhhhhhhh, No-NO please no!" BUT it’s the one which forces new growth and which will make him a champion. As he racks the bar even though his body and legs are in immense pain and close to collapse. Pumped. Swollen, dripping, red and raw, his mind is now happy, happy that he's done what was needed to be done and happy at the sheer sense of accomplishment that comes with it. This surely is the very essence of bodybuilding - personal accomplishment! Others may stare longingly at that freaky beef that looks as though its solid steel and all those dense sculpted bulging peaks and valleys of deep projecting muscle BUT I AM that muscle, it’s ALL me and every part of me is burning or numb and IT’S AN AWESOME FEELING AND I’ve only just started on my road to unreal! The person I am talking about is myself! I wanted to take you in to the mind of someone who has true passion for his sport. I wanted to share with you how I reached the stage of development that I have, but it’s only " the tip of a giant iceberg’, and the road will be long and incredibly tough, AND I’m ready for all of it. You too can accomplish amazing things if you build the right mind set, DRIVE YOURSELF OR BE DRIVEN TO THE EDGE. With under 4 weeks until I compete in my next contest as I write this, I now feel one step closer to my goal I am not about to unleash on you some mega pumping workout routine or miracle supplement. Everyone is different in what works for them. You should and must keep an open mind as to what works best for you; this is all part of the exciting growth journey. The information is all out there, yet there are so many people who don't know the right way to train for themselves. This does not mean you should implement all the information and research you find but to analyze it with care, and have the common sense to know what is genuine and what is not. I follow my own principles which I believe to be the soundest I know. But I am always on the look out for further knowledge which might take me to the next level. I guarantee if I were to pick 10 pro bodybuilders and asked them what principles and routines they follow they would all have different opinions and methods of training and dieting. But the one thing they all have in common and all have in abundance is cast iron commitment, dedication, persistence WILLINGNESS and yes OBSESSION to take the pain and yet more pain to WIN - and true passion for their sport. This is what separates the men from the boys and the champions from the not so accomplished and wannabes. If you are committed to becoming the very best bodybuilder and person you can be, it's vital to create a strong mind-set from the beginning, that way your discipline stays with you when the "tough times come along" and what’s more, remain as a vital part of you for the rest of your life. When I started my journey in bodybuilding I created this mind-set straight away and also developed a steel-tunnel, warrior type mind-set for when I am in the gym. This does not of course mean I take out aggression on other people, but it undoubtedly means I channel all my physical and mental power into lifting those heavy punishing weights that FORCE me to grow. When it comes to setting personal goals, many limit themselves to the minimum they feel they can achieve. GET THE HARDEST, EVIL-EST PARTNER/COACH /MUSCLE MASTER AND GO FOR THE MAX - ALWAYS." Note: This is NOT without SUPPLEMENTATION. Just THINK what he could achieve with a ruthless MUSCLE MASTER driving him on through the blood, sweat, pump, screams and tears AND an even more aggressive program of roids and pump oils to force him under severe discipline and punishment to do MORE, MORE and almost EXPLODE THROUGH HIS SKIN. When the bodybuilder is remorcelessly treated like a MACHINE and FORCE- pushed beyond previous barriers OR severely punished for lack of 100% effort, there is ALWAYS MORE and that MORE means bulging, tortured, roasting muscle bursting-out of his skin growth. Nothing else matters!
THE POSEDOWN
We lined up to go onstage, the five superheavyweights waiting to strut their stuff. I could feel the charge in the air as the crowd waited anxiously to see us big boys. It's what most of them came for, to see some freakage, dudes who are pushing the envelope with their massive development. They were about to get their money's worth.
Ron motioned for me to go ahead of him, but I declined. "Age before beauty," I said to him. He laughed and said, "Very funny, smartass." Then he turned and strutted out onto the stage. I let the other three dudes go before me, too. I noticed that as Ron walked, his massive glutes forced his posers into his deep crack. I'd told him to use something to hold the posers in place, but he'd either forgotten, or did it on purpose. He'd come in so razor sharp that his exposed glutes were totally striated even when he wasn't flexing them. By the time he reached the far end of the stage, it looked like he was wearing a thong. Only when he turned to face forward did he reach back and pull the stretchy material over his big cheeks. By then, we were all on stage, and I could tell Ron had already gotten the crowd's attention. I could hear people going whoa, damn, jeezus, look at that guy! The three dudes between Ron and I had just gotten their first close look at Ron's back, and they were all looking a little freaked out. The massive hulking spread of Ron's shoulders was a good six inches wider on each side than any of theirs. And then there was me behind them, a good 70lbs bigger than they were. Ron and I outmuscled them so easily, it looked like they'd entered the wrong weightclass, especially standing there in between the two of us. And I was so jacked up on gear, I felt like I could wrestle all three of them down at once, no problem. Just the thought of it cocked up my muscle even more, making the suckers next to me look even more defeated. The judges called out compulsory poses for us to hit, and the crowd started to go wild. We'd only gotten as far as the side chest shot when the head judge called for #1 and #2 to step forward, and for the other men to step back. That didn't take long, I thought to myself, as Ron and I went to the front of the stage, and the three losers stepped back. Ron and I stood side by side in a relaxed pose. Relaxed, my ass. I was tensing every muscle I could, my arms jutting out to the side from the mindblowing pump I'd gotten backstage. Ron was taller than I was and about 40lbs bigger, but I was gonna take that trophy home with me. When our forearms smacked into each other, I tried to move mine in front of his, but he blocked me. Then I tried to push his out of the way. It didn't even budge. Might as well have tried to move a granite statue. I saw the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. The old man was going for it.
The head judge called for a double bi. I brought up my arms and crunched them hard as I could. I bounced my arms up and down a little, squeezing the balled up muscle even more. I could feel the burning heat of the muscle as I held the pose. But when I glanced down at the judges, they were all looking at Ron, then at each other, nodding and smiling. I heard the crowd hooting and hollering. I looked over and saw Ron, his arms locked into a double bi...and his peaks had swollen so high that he was able to feel them with his own hands, his 26" guns rising up more than halfway up his forearms. He had a huge grin on his face.
Then they called for a back lat spread. We turned our backs to the crowd, put our hands on our sides, and flared. I could feel my thick lat muscle stretching out, spreading like a cobra hood. But I could feel Ron's shadow next to me. His enormous presence. I could practically taste the alpha male smell of him as his deep pits opened up, spreading his back to the size of a stealth bomber. The huge old fucker was beast. Veins were popping out all over his back. The crowd roared as we compared back muscle. I flared mine out so hard I thought the lats might rip right out of their joints. I was starting to sweat like a pig. I looked over at Ron. The old fuck winked at me. Then he crunched down on his lats even harder. I swear I could hear his muscle spread wider, as his back swelled another couple inches on each side. The massive son of a bitch was kicking my ass.
We turned around to face the crowd, and before the judges could even call for another pose, Ron pulled in his stomach, creating a deep cavern beneath his huge chest. Then, putting his hands on his hips, he slowly forced out his abs, smirking as he flexed into his rope pose. His ab muscles were so thick and dense with fibers that it did look like a rope. But not any old rope...a real thick rope, like you'd see holding a huge ship to a dock. And he was so ripped up that his skin looked like rice paper, so thin and tight against the muscle. The crowd went nuts as he clamped down on the pose, showing off that thick column of granite that ran from his posers to his pecs. He turned from side to side, and people in the audience were actually gasping as he sucked in the sides even deeper. Even the judges were gaping at him, open-mouthed.
They went even more nuts when he pinched some skin and moved it up and down, showing the nearly 0% bodyfat he had on his abdomens. A woman in the front row fainted. Two of the judges looked like they were gonna jiz right in their pants.
That's when I did it. I don't know what made me do it, but I knew I had to. I knew Ron had the contest won. Not only was he the biggest, but also the most profoundly muscular man any of us had ever seen. I reached over and put my hand on his flexed ab column. The heat of it sent a jolt thru me. Ron looked at me, his lips curling into an evil grin. I rubbed the skin of his stomach and felt as it moved up and down against his granite abs. The muscle was like a giant cock in my hand, and I began to stroke it up and down. The billy club in Ron's posers began to swell, and he turned toward me. The entire crowd was on its feet. Dude's were jacking. I stroked Ron's ab wall harder, faster. Ron took my other hand and jammed it down his posers. I grabbed a handful of manhood. The posing oil on my hands made his skin feel like satin. I had two handfuls of muscle, one in his posers and one on his ab wall. I could feel each ridged section of his ponderous abs. They were like bricks. Hard and rippling. He crunched down on them, made them even harder.
"Pull out the beast," said Ron. I lifted his swelling dick out of his posers. It was thick and heavy, as solid as he was. It flopped right out of his trunks. He wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me against him. I stuck my face deep into his pec crevice and breathed him in. Who knew an old dude could smell so fucking good. He crushed me into a bearhug. I felt his hardon sliding on my oiled up roidgut as his pecs rolled up and down my face. He released me long enough to rip off my posers. I did the same to his, tossing them down on the stage. He squatted down and put one huge shoulder against my gut. Then he stood up, lifting all 340lbs of me into the air. I could hear the crowd going ape shit, but they seemed far away, as they watched two buck naked muscleheads leave the stage.
"How about we go back to my place and destroy one room at a time?" said Ron.
"Works for me," I said. As we passed thru the backstage area, I reached out and grabbed the winner's trophy and took it with us.
I fucking LOVE posing trunks!! Bright, shiny, tiny, sticky, sweaty posing trunks clinging to/getting gobbled/swallowed up by a huge pair of fuck off juicy glutes. WOOF!! Trunks so outrageously bright and shiny you need sunglasses to look directly at them…posers with straps thinner than fucking dental floss which look like they’re about to snap at any given moment to reveal the bare huge freaky hard striated ass of the muscle beast! I also fucking HATE it when guys were those velvety trunks. Whoever is responsible for creating those should be fucking SHOT. They’ve gotta be that shiny sticky wet look material and they’ve got to be shiny as shit, paper thin and look about three sizes too small. SLURP!!
Favourite posing trunk colours: Lime green (nasty and tacky), bright genie green, bright baby metallic blue, wet look black, silver, the colour of the owners national flag (outrageous), shiny as shit GOLD *bites fist*!"
AND, i wrote a response to him:
"MUSCLE ADDICT:
love your posting about posers and i have to confess that it's one of the reasons why i started working out years ago - and my mantra then and today remains the same: MASSIVELY MAXED-OUT MUSCLE IN UBER MINIMAL POSERS = ME!
like you, i find "Bright, shiny, tiny, sticky, sweaty posing trunks clinging to/getting gobbled/swallowed up by a huge pair of fuck off juicy glutes. WOOF!!" - and especially so these days, when the back of the posers are either seamed or gathered! and not only should the back of the posers appear to disappear into one's buttcrack, the front of the posers - the pouch - needs to be equally minimal - cupping one's genitals and nothing else! and the word "ENCAPSULATE" comes to mind, which most dictionaries define as "to enclose in or as if in a capsule" - which s what i feel 100 percent is what the pouch of one's posers needs to do and nothing else!
and you are so right in saying that "Trunks so outrageously bright and shiny you need sunglasses to look directly at them" - my personal belief is that the more outrageous brighter colors gives me the edge over my fellow competitors, it draws attention to me and in a contest, that's one of the psychological tools i use to set myself apart from the rest of the pack! is it an unfair edge? DAMN RIGHT it is - and i am always flabbergasted that most bodybuilders do not understand this concept, even at the PRO level!
and yes, "posers with straps thinner than fucking dental floss which look like they’re about to snap at any given moment to reveal the bare huge freaky hard striated ass of the muscle beast!" - which unfortunately in recent contest, we are not seeing as much of! there seems to be trend to go for sides that are one inch or more - which i feel is ludicrous, as it restricts the bodybuilder from properly showing off ALL of his hard work! i am with you - posers need to be two dental floss like sides connecting a very abbreviated isosceles triangle for the back (preferably seamed down the middle and gathered as well) and the pouch should look like a codpiece and nothing else!
and as to your gripe about "those velvety trunks" - you are so on mark with that and i totally concur with your statement that "Whoever is responsible for creating those should be fucking SHOT" - shot and decapitated and quartered! the fabric is so bulky, not to mention that it reminds me of curtains and ballgowns - and they have no place onstage at any bodybuilding show!
and again you've hit the nail on the head - "They’ve gotta be that shiny sticky wet look material and they’ve got to be shiny as shit, paper thin and look about three sizes too small. SLURP!!" - if only more bodybuilders read your blog, there would an epiphany in the bodybuilding world!
and now on to your fav colors "Lime green (nasty and tacky)" - which i totally concur with, the vibrancy of the color serves to both compliment and complement the deep darkness of one's tan, as well as shows off one's musculature to the fullest!
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