Backstage after the Mister Olympia 2011

The top 6 decided to celebrate in their own way.

Australia: Vas
Germany: Markus Ruhl
Greece: Michael Kefalianos
Italy: Orazio Salvatori
Spain: Paco Bautista
USA: Royd Roided

They were holding his flexing massive right arm, Michael Kefalianos grabbing onto that giant corded left arm, Markus Ruhl wrapped around Royd Roided's huge right thigh and calf, Orazio Salvatori grinding his oversized cock against the Asian American's heavyweight's kicking left leg, spreading him wide and holding on, opening his cock and family jewels to extensive work by Paco Bautista. All of them ripped, all of them oiled, all of them tanned, all of them pumped, all of them naked and all of them hard. Get them to work on Royd till they somehow get him to beg Paco to hit him in the nuts. Markus jumps between his hard dented glutes and crams his muscular blond Germanic tongue in Royd's ass and sucks like there's no tomorrow. Hands reach to Royd's pecs and start rubbing. Tongues are all over the handsome bald Asian giant of muscle. In no time, he asks for what he craves.

"Bash my balls, Paco!" Royd screams, unwillingly, trying to squeeze his legs together to cover them, trying to pull his arms down to block the blows he knew were coming to his most sensitive body parts, his big, grapefruit sized, siliconed balls. Big as he is, he couldn't hide them with his entire body being spread open by five musclestuds as big and strong as he was.

Paco looked him in the eye: "You want it guy? You GOT it Royd!" and WHAM! biceps flexes, forearm knots and the pounds of muscle powered that giant fist into an uppercut into Royd's gigantic gonads. The sheer pain made Royd try to double up, and he almost did despite the muscle power holding his front open. He screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes clenched shut, and his cock throbbed. His whole body pumped up, and the studs holding him didn't fail to take note of it. At once, four tongues hit the muscle, and started licking, as Paco drew back for more. Pow! Pow! POW! POWW!! four rapid-fire, full-power uppercuts into Royd's aching balls. Royd was howling, and that was what Paco wanted to hear. It fed his strength and he power-thrust 10 quick hard pops into the bald Asian bodybuilder's groin. Paco's cock was dripping, and he was shaking as he drew back for 10 more poundings.

"How does it feel, Royd?" Vas screamed as he licked and stroked the stud's giant arm up toward the corded shoulder. Right in Royd's ear he bellowed "Like that action on those stud balls, muscle man?" Royd could only groan as the hard blows continued to bludgeon his gonads.

"My nuts...my belly...oh fuck...unghh...fuck...god--DAMN my nuts my NUTS!" He kept groaning as Paco went over, stroked Royd's powerful right arm, and took it from Vas. Vas took his place in front of the bald hunk, but instead of resuming packing his balls, he turned his punches to the huge pecs and distended but armored roidgut of the huge man, pummeling the award-winning, shaved muscle.

"How's that, Royd? That's what you want?"

In answer he got unintelligible groans. Royd was crazed. His pierced cock was hard as his pecs, and was spurting clear fluid, flowing off the thick ring plugging his cockhead lips, slashing in air. He murmured something almost inaudible, unintelligible.

"Speak UP, Royd!!" Vas bellowed as he power-packed five rapid-fire punches to the hard gut and one to each of the oversized, rock-hard pecs.

"Speak up!"

"My balls...my nuts...awwwwwwww my nuts!"

"Huh?" yelled Vas.

"Hit me in the balls! Bash my balls!"

Before he had finished the sentence, Vas' massive pumped-up arm was flying through the air, with a strong punch to Royd's unprotected, swelling balls. Five more, rapid-fire. Royd's moaning and spitting all over Vas' ridged roidgut. Seven more, hard, right! left! right! left! Hard punches to the bald stud's bull nuts. Royd was mewling like an idiot. His eyes were crazed, his siliconed, beer-can sized cock purple from being hard, and the pencil-thick, stainless steel ring jerked obscenely from hole in the tip, literally spurting clear fluid onto Vas' own beautiful gut and chest, as he moved in closer with his punches.

"Cover me with that funk, Royd! Fucking spray me with that pre-cum," Vas screamed, crazed by the scene, and rubbing the thick liquid into his muscled belly and chest. His body shone from the coating of fluid Royd was blowing at his muscle. He clearly loved it, and his cock was blowing it out back on Royd's pumped award-winners. Harder and faster, and suddenly, Royd's pelvis started to move back and forth, he was trying to fuck something, but the only thing there was air, and so he fucked air. Vas started an especially heavy volley of hard punches into Royd's distended gonads, which were even more enormous from swelling. Vas was inches from the bodybuilder, and, exchanging his fists for his powerful knee, began slamming his knee into the stud's balls. Vas reached out to the pecs and grabbed Royd's inch long, cigar-thick, pierced nipples and pulled, kneeing him repeatedly in the crotch. Royd met every knee drive with a rhythmic grind of his pelvis. And when he felt the clenching fingers at his pumped nipples his head began flailing wildly, his eyes glazed over, his mouth hanging open covering his magnificent neck, chest and roidgutted abs with thick saliva. He pounded his bloated nuts into Vas' thrusting knee and thigh.

"Do it Vas!"

"Bring him off!"

"Make him shoot!"

"Make him!"

Four hot competition bodybuilders were grinding cock and balls and tongue on the stud whose balls were the target of Vas' crazed lust. Orazio was bashing his own nuts on Royd's thigh almost as hard as the impact to Royd's own bull gonads. They wanted Royd to sperm--on Vas! And they knew how it could happen. Very easily. It was simple, and they all knew it. Vas was just waiting.

"How about it, man?"

"UUngh!"

"What?" Vas screamed at the crazed stud.

"Yeah." Royd drooled.

"Yeah WHAT?" bellowed Vas.

"MAKE ME SHOOT!" Royd murmured.

"WHAT?" hollered Vas.

"MAKE ME SHOOT OFF! MAKE ME CUM! I GOTTA I GOTTA I GOTTA MAKE ME SHOOT MAKE ME MAKE MAKE MAKE ME UNGH MAKE ME SHOOT MY LOAD!"

His pelvis was pumping into Vas' knee, doing as much of the work as Vas was, meeting every strong power thrust with an invitation, an urging to push his nuts into that flying muscle. About to shoot his load without even touching it, Vas knew what to do. It was time to make Royd blow his battered balls, and he hoped, all over his own muscular chest and roidgut. Vas scrapped a fingernail over Royd's right nipple. The effect was unbelievable. A hideous expression overtook Royd's face. Spit flew out of the bald bodybuilder's mouth, a volley of clear fluid blew out of his cockhead onto Vas' pecs, and Royd screamed. Four musclemen were licking this ball-crazy stud, and four giant cocks were grinding against some part of his shaved, sweating, spit-and-precum-covered muscle body. Vas grabbed Royd's swollen balls, and started squeezing with one hand, pounding as hard as he could with his other fist.

Royd screamed in a crazed high-pitched voice: "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, VAS, PLEASE, RIP ON MY NIPPLES AND GET MY ROCKS OFF."

Vas let the nuts hang, started up again with his powerful thigh-to-crotch uplifts, and brought both of his strong hands into play on Royd's pecs. He scratched at the hard nipples. Scratched hard and fast, nail to nipple, and Royd freaked. The studs let him go. They knew he wouldn't leave now. He needed this. Royd grabbed his own nuts in one hand, stretching them down into the sac, and flailed away with his other fist, biceps obscenely pumping and flexing, grinding his giant fist into his own balls, as 10 sets of fingers went after his nipples and pecs. Markus slid two fingers up the muscleman's asshole. Royd went wild, cramming his fist into his balls much harder and faster than Paco or Vas had done. He was pulverizing his own nuts, and he was babbling incoherently. His balls were bending around the fist that was clutching at their base. And that made him cram them even harder. He was hardly aware as the third and fourth German finger entered him. He was concentrating on the hands on his pecs and nipples, ripping them. But when the big thumb entered, he knew it, and he bucked his ass back onto the sweaty hand and forearm, broad with muscle. It slipped into his muscled ass. He fucked air as his nipples and pecs were scraped hard. No one had touched his obscene, spurting cock. Markus shoved hard, and saw the shaved cheeks spread to accept his entire forearm. Vas and Paco took over the nipples, biting down on the tortured nubs as hard as they could. And Michael sucked in the giant balls that Royd himself was squeezing out to him. He got them in the back of his handsome face and chowed down on the bull gonads with his jaw teeth. Royd loved the feeling of that giant forearm up his ass. It was in to the elbow and Markus was fucking him full-strength, wrist to elbow, merciless, pumping up his forearm as he packed it up the giant bald Asian's clutching hole, each time stretching it over the bulge just before the elbow. His hand never failed to grind the stud's overgrown, overproductive prostate, and it was obvious from the amount of stuff flying out of the man's cockhead that he was hitting it pretty hard. Royd was heaving, twitching, fucking air, and flexing, coated in sweat. Craving the teeth ripping apart his nipples. Craving the German's bodybuilder's forearm up his ass. And craving the teeth splitting his big nuts in half. Nothing had touched his cock. He came.You could hear the cum spurt out of his cock as he finally came. He shot no less than 25 volleys and was actually sobbing. Orazio was there to catch the unnaturally big load. His magnificent hairless pec-proud chest received the shots of Royd's sperm. Michael kept chewing down hard on Royd's nuts long after the sperm flow subsided, and the action on Royd's pecs and nipples continued till Royd's muscular body was flopping around on the shower floor like a fish on a deck. Totally spent, drained, and nuts bulging, he sat on the shower room floor. His ass still enclosed the grinding arm of the stud Markus. Markus was still deep arm-fucking the stud, grinding his hand against Royd's prostate. The bald cum-empty stud moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. The other five studs stood around him.

"Go on, guys. Unload it all on me. Give me your cum." Markus pulled his huge forearm out of the stud's ass with an obscene slurp. They were jacking off, aiming toward him. They took their time, and each one came in succession. Kneeling down as Royd opened his handsome face.

"Feed it all to me man." His own hand reached back for his ass and thrust inside easily. He pumped his asshole back on his hand and opened his mouth. They took turns unloading their sperm into his sucking throat. Orazio, coated in the stud's cum, stood up and gave him a good drop-kick right in the groin. He repeated it, and Royd wailed.

"God Fucking Damn. I needed that! My nuts are mush, and my pecs. Man you really worked them over. Gave 'em something to think about. Bash me any time, studs!"

"Vas' turn now!" yelled Orazio, finally laying off of Royd's overwrought nuts and scooping his Superman load of sperm off his massive chest, his cock dripping, and feeding it to his hungry, handsome mouth.

"All RIGHT!" said Vas. "Turn me to mush!" Orazio kicked his nuts hard, and part two of this shower scene began. Royd greased up both of his huge forearms and got them at the ready. He knew what Vas craved up his muscled ass.

baskets are for easter

happy saint paddy's

happy LUNAR new year of the TIGER

happy vd

3 new entries in my blog‏

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----dutch treats----‏

Jerry Koolhoven became a 3rd place at the worldchampionships NAC 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQgz3BSYPH8



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Belgium winner at the NAC world championships 2009 wears Deli - Wear
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HUNYWsSt1k

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Jörg Fuchs (D), NABBA Worlds 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM0KN0WFYu8



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Jörg Fuchs (D), NABBA Universe 2001
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5phkSKoJxk



----------FUCH YOU----------

Jörg Fuchs (D), NABBA Universe 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opMGKsTXUc8

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"Love the cod, gloves, and creaking leather"

http://royd-roided.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen-watch-leather-on-youtube.html

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royd's 2010 resolutions

Ringing in the NEW YEAR

The nipple rings were circles of heavy gauge stainless steel, thick as a pencil with a steel bead at the bottom of each. They were threaded through the base of the nipples, with the beads centered directly below them. They forced the nipple to stand erect. The aureoles surrounding the nipples were large for a man, and dark. The rings gleamed against them, and the beads caught the light as the heavily muscled dancer surprisingly flowed from one movement to the next on the stage. As his arms rose and fell, his pecs flexed and relaxed. The rings moved--closer together, further apart, up, down. Slow undulations of flesh and light.

The Asian bodybuilder/dancer's exertions on the stage had no apparent impact on him. His gaze was inward, away from the crowd surrounding the platform on which he danced. He was distant, in a separate place. Each scallop of the muscled dancer's roidgutted abs stood out, and his thighs and calves were defined, full and rounded. His enormous biceps bunched and rose and fell with every movement of his muscular arms. As he rotated on the platform, his back and ass came into view. Vas waited impatiently until the dancer again faced him. His eyes focused on the chest. The dancer's pecs were heavy and sharply defined, with the thick, inch long nipples close to the edges of the outer curves, the steel rings that pierced them accentuating every movement of the dancer's body.

"Look at the nipples on that one."

"Nice. Bet you'd love to get your hands on those."

"My mouth is more like it."

The voices came from directly behind Vas. Soft voices, barely audible above the noise of the crowd, almost as if the conversation was taking place in his mind. The two men had to be standing right next to him. The massively muscled dancer stopped turning and moved in place facing Vas.

"Look at the way the bead shines in the light. It's like it's the only thing in the room."

"It's hard to focus on it. He's moving about so much."

"Just let your gaze soften. Don't try to stare directly at it. Just let it fill your vision."

"Don't think about it. Let your mind empty of all thought except the ring and the light on the bead."

"Just relax your eyes. Enjoy the light. Experience the light."

"It feels so good to relax. It feels so good to watch the ring and the light on the bead and just relax."

The voices droned on in Vas' mind, repeating the same messages over and over. Relax. Enjoy. Feels so good. Experience the light. Relax. The noise and heat of the crowd faded away. People walked around Vas, occasionally bumping into him. His gaze never waivered. There was only the bodybuilder/dancer. Only the voices. Someone handed him a drink. He absent-mindedly raised it to his lips and drank.

"All of it. Drink all of it," insisted the voices.

Vas tilted the glass back and drained the contents. He didn't even notice when the glass was removed from his hand. He couldn't take his eyes off the dancer.

"Your nipples are so sensitive. When we touch your nipples, you feel so much pleasure. More pleasure than you have ever felt in your life."

One of the men standing behind him wrapped his arms around Vas' chest and began gently stroking his nipples with his fingertips.

"Focus on your nipples. Only on your nipples."

The man holding Vas began to sway gently, matching his movements to those of the bodybuilder on the stage. Vas relaxed into the circle of the man's arms and let himself be moved back and forth. It felt so warm and safe and comfortable to be held in those strong arms, to be pulled back against the man's body, to feel the man's breath against his neck as he spoke. The man's fingers stroked Vas' nipples through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. The other people in the room disappeared from Vas' consciousness. There was only the man whispering in his ear, guiding him closer to the dancer, his body pressed against Vas' back. There was only the Asian bodybuilder dancing on stage, only his huge nipples and rings gleaming in the dark room. There was only the pleasure that began at Vas' nipples and spread outward through his body. The warm, languid pleasure that made his arms and legs feel so tired and heavy, the warm, languid pleasure that made his mind feel so open and relaxed. He didn't want to think any more, he couldn't think any more. All he could do was listen to the man's voice inside his head and focus on the dancer's nipples as the dancer backed away, offstage, and the man and Vas followed him down the corridor and into the room at the end.

The man guides Vas closer and closer to the bodybuilder. He speaks, and Vas' mouth opens. Vas brushes the tip of his tongue against one of the Asian bodybuilder's nipples. He licks it, feeling the flesh of the nipple yield slightly and the steel ring press into his lips. He gradually draws the nipple into his mouth and lets his teeth rake gently over it, not enough to hurt, just enough to send a sharp electric thrill of pleasure running through his mind. The nipple stiffens, and he sucks it into his mouth, licking it now, harder and harder. He seeks out the other nipple with his fingers, rubbing it gently between them at first, and then tugging on it, arousing himself with the alternation of caresses and pinches. The man presses him into the bodybuilder. The man and the bodybuilder/dancer wrap their arms around each other, containing Vas between the two of them, their nude bodies surrounding his naked flesh and heating it with their own heat. The bodybuilder moves slowly, and slowly Vas begins to move in time with him, matching his own movements to those of the bodybuilder/dancer and the man, their sweat-lubricated bodies gliding over one another. Vas' mind grows blank. His flesh is more alive than it has ever been. Each movement of the others against his body makes him feel weaker and weaker. His will has been taken away from him. The voice inside his head tells him what to do, and he does it. For him, there is nothing but the voice in his head and the bodies. The man lowers Vas onto the floor. The bodybuilder kneels over Vas' hips and slowly impales himself on Vas' cock. He continues to dance, rising and falling with the rhythm of the music, as he takes Vas' cock within himself.

"Focus on the nipple rings," says the voice inside Vas' head. "There is nothing but the rings. Their motion is your motion."

The nipple rings gleam in the dark room. The eyes of the man on the floor follow their every movement, as the pleasure swells within his body. Every movement of the dancer doubles the hot pleasure within his mind and fills him with submission. The bodybuilder/dancer holds out two rings, rings identical to the ones that pierce his own nipples. The man on the floor takes the bodybuilder's hands and guides them toward his own nipples. When the metal rings touch them, he moans with desire. Behind him, the third man holds up a gleaming needle and then gently pinches the right nipple until it stands erect. He inserts the needle, piercing the nipple, and threading a ring through it. The man on the floor cries out as a hot bolt of pain and pleasure passes through his nipple. He groans again when the dancer screws the bead into place closing the ring. His gaze remains fixed on the bodybuilder/dancer's nipples. His mind is empty of all thought. He is nothing but desire, his body held just at orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure reverberating in his mind and engulfing his body, destroying his old self. When the needle pierces his left nipple, his body becomes rigid. The ring flows through his nipple and his mind. Only the rings matter to him now. The bodybuilder/dancer slowly screws the bead into place. Each movement of the bead and the ring pulsate through the man's body. When the circle is complete, his cock thrusts upward into the bodybuilder and ignites in orgasm.

The two muscular dancers on the small stage wear only matching g-strings and matching nipple rings. The beat of the music makes the rings vibrate, and they automatically adjust their movements to match the vibrations of the rings. Their eyes are blank, and they seem oblivious to the audience. Yet the audience is not oblivious to them. They stare. The smell of their desire thickens the air in the bar. Their breathing becomes harsh. Groans rise from deep within their bodies. Their eyes focus on the gleaming beads beneath the nipples, following their every movement with their eyes. To the right, the left, up, down. The undulations of light drawing them in, arousing them, emptying their minds and filling them with longing. Their tongues flick out and lick their lips, each of them wanting to take a nipple between his lips and feel the body-hot metal of the ring burning his mouth.

happy new decade

gag gift

Another Christmas, another gym party, another Secret Santa. I knew I'd just get aftershave again. That's what I always got, even though I never wear it. The names were picked at random, so it must be different people buying things for me, but always with the same level of imagination. I picked out the package with my name on it. It was unusually small for a bottle of aftershave - perhaps just for once, someone might have given me something different? Something actually useful? I unwrapped it, but there was nothing in it. Nothing, that is, except for a small bunch of keys. But nothing useful. I guess the keys must have been the gift, but I didn't know what they might be for. I looked at them closer, they were round high-security keys, and there were four of them, in two pairs. But no note, no explanation, no clues. I thought it would be impolite to just throw them away, so I put them in my pocket and thought nothing more about them. An hour later, after several bottles of wine had been emptied around the office, Royd came up to me. He was looking very festive today, wearing a tight red sweatshirt showing off all his masculine and muscular curves and an uber short white spandex shorts. He's quite a shy guy, I'm not sure we'd spoken before so I was surprised he had come over to speak to me now.

"Hi Vas. Did you enjoy the Secret Santa thing? I just got some Christmas socks."

It can't be a coincidence, Royd coming over and asking about that after I got such a strange present. But I thought I'd play along with it. I said, "I just got a bunch of keys. No explanation, nothing."

Royd asked, "So what did you do with them?"

"I was going to throw them away." He looked shocked. "But I kept them." Relief.

"Well," he explained, "actually they were from me. It was a kind of a mistake, I shouldn't have done it. I mean, it was a kind of gag gift. Could I have them back?"

If he wants them back, they must be good for something. I asked, "So what are they for?"

He tried to look nonchalant. "Oh, nothing really. But could I have them?"

Aha, finally it was getting interesting! If it was something dull then he'd have told me. "So if they're for nothing, why do you want them? Why did you give them to me?"

Royd got flustered. "Well, I wanted you to know, and I thought about perhaps showing you, then I thought I couldn't, then I thought that if I gave them to you then I'd have to, then I thought I couldn't, but now I don't want to, but I do, and I don't know what to do!" He sat down, and his gorgeous deep mahogany brown eyes looked up at me.

"So it sounds like you gave them to me because you wanted to make yourself talk to me, is that it?"

"Yes. I've always...liked you. And you're always so popular, and I'm just me, and I couldn't just talk to you."

"Well, it's worked out well, because now we're talking. And you could have just come over and said 'Hi' to me any time."

Royd looked down. "Yes, I guess so. I'm just, you know..."

"Yes, I know you're an attractive matured guy that has nothing to be shy about." He smiled.

So these keys must be something important enough for him to force himself to talk to me. Whatever could that be?

I said, "So, about these keys then?"

"Oh, yes. Well, no, well, just, if you could give them back to me then I'll leave you alone and you won't have to talk to me again and it will all be over and done."

"I think you gave me the keys so you would have to talk to me, and you wanted to talk to me about whatever the keys are for."

Royd looked up at me, startled. "But I've never told anyone! I thought that I'd like to, and with you being you, and it's just so... just so..."

I though of all the things he might do next, but I couldn't have imagined what actually happened. He stood up, took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. Then he took hold of the waistband of his shorts with both hands, and pulled it down to show me what was underneath. Shining steel. Perfectly polished steel underwear. And I could see some small round holes in it, that look just the same size as the keys I'd been given. My jaw dropped. "Wow."

Still with eyes shut and skirt lifted, he said, "I'm banned from the gym right, aren't I?"

"No, not at all. It's just so... unusual. Is it comfortable?"

He opened her eyes, and looked almost surprised at the question. "Yes, it's quite nice actually. Very... secure."

I wasn't quite sure what to do next. I said, "Do you wear it all the time?"

"No, just sometimes when I'm feeling adventurous."

I wasn't sure what 'adventurous' meant. I asked, "So is it to stop other men touching you?"

He looked shocked. "No, not at all - it's to stop me touching myself!"

I must have looked confused, because he added, "Sometimes it's nice to just not be able to, you know, pleasure yourself for a while, then it's all the better when you do get to do it after a while. So I use this to, ah, keep myself under control for a while."

Wow, so it's like some sort of bondage self-denial thing. I knew what he meant, sometimes when I felt horny I would deliberately just not do anything about it for a day, which would build up that horniness.

I asked, "So how long do you keep it on for?"

"Oh, only over night usually. I've worn it for a weekend sometimes."

"And do you usually give the keys away to strangers in the gym?"

He looked embarassed, and not for the first time tonight. "No, I usually leave the keys in my drawer in my gym locker overnight or over the weekend. Actually I've never given the keys to someone else."

So this attractive, massively muscled Asian bodybuilder had given me the keys to his virtue. Did he really want me to give them back? I wouldn't keep them against his will, but if he didn't want me to have them he wouldn't have given them to me. I thought about this. I said, "So as I understand it, you do things like leaving the keys to, what is that, a chastity belt?" Royd nodded. "You leave the keys in your locker over the weekend because you like not having control over them. And you've given me the keys also because you like not having control, you like the idea of giving up control to someone else. To me."

He was suspecting where I was going with this and he answered, "Um, yes."

"So when you ask me to return them, you don't 100% mean that, and a part of you would be disappointed if I did. But you ask because you're scared about what might happen."

"Um, yes."

"So if I were to tell you that I have a great respect for what you're doing, and I understand the trust you're putting in me, and that I would never abuse that trust, would you then want me to keep hold of your keys?"

He gulped. "Um, yes."

Now's the time to challenge him. "Say it."

"What?"

"Say what you want."

Royd looked confused. But he finally said, "Would you keep my keys?"

I laughed. "Say it like you mean it, or I'm going to give you the keys back right now."

Then he understood the game. He bowed his head, but still looking at me. "Please would you look after my chastity belt keys for me, Sir."

"Well done. You can keep calling me 'Sir'. So tell me why you need me to keep them from you."

He smiled. "Because I want you to stop me from jacking off, Sir. I want you to keep me as horny as I am right now, without release until you choose, Sir."

I too was getting very hot and horny, hearing him say that. I don't know if he'd seen the big bulge that had formed in my pants.

I smiled. "Very good. You can consider yourself secured, and your masturbation habit under my control until... well, until I choose otherwise."

"Thank you, Sir. Um, and I would like you to know that, when you do choose to release me from my bonds, and release the barrier to my pent up orgasm, you may if you wish... assist me to that orgasm by any means that you feel is appropriate."

For a professed shy guy, he was quite forward. "Royd, are you asking me to fuck you?"

"Um, Yes, Sir, if it should please you."

I was getting hornier by the second, but didn't want to give too much away. "If I feel so inclined at the time, I may or may not do so. You will have to wait and see."

He put his hand out to touch the bulge that my hard cock was making. He said, "I have a great need for some sexual release right now, and since I know I can't get it myself, I need to give it to someone else."

I sat down and spread my legs as he unzipped my fly and sucked my cock into his mouth, for the first time but not the last.

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Saturday finally arrived. Royd had been quite flirty with me in the gym, perhaps hoping for a release. I tried to play it cool, but just said that he should meet me in a local bar at 8pm the following Saturday. I had been horny all week, wanking like mad at the thought of Royd lying in bed trying to grope himrself and failing, and that I would soon unlock his passion. The holiday party during which he had handed over keys was on a Tuesday, and the longest he'd ever worn the chastity belt for before was a weekend, so I thought the following Saturday would be a good time to get him hot and horny without overdoing it. I had told him to dress to impress, and he had not disappointed me. He wore a skin tight, lycra black tank top which from the front had a v-cut that was open almost down to the waist, showing off his great pendulous pecs, and the back was almost completely backless. The white shorts he wore today was even shorter than the shorts he wore before, in fact it was so short that I expect I could have seen the chastity belt if he turned. He wore a pair of black lace-up army boots. We stood at the bar as I ordered drinks. Royd said, "There's something I have to do. These are for you, Sir," and he put another pair of round keys onto the bar.

I put them in my pocket and said, "What are these for?" I guessed it was something else locked onto him, but what he was wearing didn't hide very much.

He smiled and said, "You'll find out later."

I pulled up a high bar chair and sat on it. He pulled one up, sat down but then said, "Oh!" and stood again. He tried to sit again, very gently lowering himself onto the chair, but winced and then said, "It's okay, I'll stand."

I stood too. I said, "I've been reading up on chastity belts. I see that some of them come with a lockable rear bar that can be used to hold something in the wearer's arse which then can't be removed. That wouldn't explain the new keys and the sitting problem, would it?"

"Yes, Sir. I've used the rear bar a few times before, but tonight I'm trying a bigger anal buttplug than I usually use. And it is, as you say, fully secured in place until you decide otherwise, Sir."

This guy was quite a masochist, and was giving me a lot of power over him. And I loved it. We had a few more drinks and talked about life and particularly our sex lives. He'd had a few partners in the past, but not since he started playing with her chastity belt, as he never thought anyone would understand it.

I said to her, "Would you care to accompany me to my place?"

His eyes widened, as did his smile. "Yes, I think I can do that this evening."

I got Royd back to my flat. As soon as we got through the door, I took him in a long, slow kiss. I ripped the shoulder straps holding the tank top around his massive neck, and the tank top fell to the ground. I then ripped the short shorts he had on, leaving him naked except his boots and of course his gleaming chastity belt.

I said to him, "Undress me."

I stood as he slowly and lovingly removed everything I was wearing, carefully folding up my shirt and my pants. He knelt in front of me, staring at my hard cock, then staring up at me and said, "Sir, may I?"

"You may."

He kissed the tip of my cock, then slowly drew its length into his mouth. He pumped up and down, working his tongue around the tip and along the shaft. As I watched him, I saw his right hand was down where his cockhead should have been, it was frantically rubbing the front of his belt but getting him nowhere. Before he took me too far, I told him to go lie on my bed. His eyes widened when he saw me walk in with a large hank of rope.

"Oh yes, if you're going to get unlocked then don't go thinking you're going to be able to just do whatever you like. You're going into bondage if you want your freedom."

Royd smiled. "Where do you want me?"

Soon I had him secured down where I wanted him. He lay on his back, his hands were tied up to the top corners of my bed, and his knees were pulled up and tied to each elbow, which kept his legs apart and beautifully presented his chastity belt secured cock and balls and his arse to me. I got a close look at the belt. There was one lock around the waist, but another which was securing a mesh panel over his cock. He explained it was a secondary shield, and prevented him from touching the cock lips which were squeezed through a slit in the main belt. I found the key and unlocked the shield.

When I touched the parts of his cock that were then exposed, he cried out as though it was a full orgasm. He said, "My God, I've been wanting to do that ever since I locked the belt on. It feels wonderful after so long."

I played with his cock for a while, enjoying his reaction. Then I said to him, "So are you ready for a good hard fucking?"

"Yes, Sir!" was all he could scream.

But I had something different in mind. I unlocked the rear bar of his belt, and pulled out a sizeable buttplug from his arse. Then I pushed my cock into the waiting hole which had been stretched all evening.

As I pushed in I said to him, "Have you been fucked in the arse before?"

"Yes a few times, but I've always been able to play with my cock while anyone's done it. Getting fucked this way while being tied up and locked up is just so frustrating!"
I was pumping in and out. "Well you said you wanted to get fucked, didn't you?"

He could say nothing, just moan with sensations received and sensations denied.

I only continued a few minutes, I wasn't going to be as cruel as to limit my penetration of him to only two holes.

I pulled out, then unlocked his main belt. First I brushed cock and balls with my cock, then I blew gently over the flaring head of his engorged cock.

He cried out with ecstasy and frustration, getting new sensations he'd been longing for but still denied that final closure.

I leaned over to his head and said, "Thank you for the gag gift you gave me. Now I have one for you," and I secured a rubber ball into his mouth with leather straps around his head. After some more playing with his heightened nerve endings, I thrust my way into his muscled asskunt, but staying shallow and keeping away from his prostrate so limiting the sensations he was getting. He yelled and screamed. I yelled and screamed. Finally I went full in, giving him all I had got, and pounding his prostate hard. After so long having been denied, he was getting an intense full sex experience and so was I. As I heard him reach his point of no return, I shot my load, cum pumping through my cock as he hit new decibels and octaves of orgasmic outpouring. Soon it was all over, and we were both spent, and fell to sleep instantly in each other's arms.


When he woke, Royd found that the ropes had been removed but his chastity belt was back on, secondary shield in place with an even bigger and thicker buttplug this time. As I was making breakfast, I said, "I went out this morning and not only bought you the largest buttplug I could find, but I also dropped the keys to your chastity belt into the overnight box for my bank safety deposit box. I figured you seemed to enjoy last night and that was only after a few days of lockdown, so think about what it will be like after a few weeks. Or perhaps even a few months. What do you think of that?"

His jaw dropped with shock, he was speechless. Then his hand moved down over his metal cage and smiled, and he said, "Thank you, Sir."

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