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ROYD + VAS
Three times a year, ROYD made the trip to Brisbane to visit his primary sponsor. The 48 year old bodybuilder had agreed to the stipulation when had agreed to underwrite all of the athlete's needs to develop his physique to its absolute max. Both of their efforts had born fruit. ROYD was a spectacular physical specimen.
Whatever ROYD had requested over the past 10 years had been given without hesitation. Gym memberships, personal trainers, supplements, steroids, medical and physical supervision. It had all produced an exceptional specimen of male muscular development. ROYD was not into contests so he did not go on the mass versus definition roller coaster that many of his gym buddies endured. He spent all his attention and time sculpting every inch of his 5'8", 275 lb. body to perfection. ROYD took an extreme attitude when it came to constructing his body. Every muscle group was symmetrical and developed to its peak perfection. He was a walking Greek statue. All made possible by the sponsorship of VAS.
VAS had stipulated ROYD's visits be 3 times a year. Once in the Spring and once in the height of Summer, were standard 3 day visits every year - VAS also had the privilege of calling for a visit anytime he chose giving ROYD 5 days prior notice. That visit could be for 2 to 10 days and was usually spent on vacations, travel or some other special event that VAS wanted to share with ROYD. The 3 day visits were normally spent at the VAS' home where ROYD could be used in any manner VAS desired.
It was mid Summer and ROYD had received only one instruction from VAS on how he was to prep for his visit. He was to let all his body hair grow out - no shaving or clipping. ROYD knew what that meant. VAS had planned a painful full body waxing for him to start off the festivities. ROYD knew the drill. He didn't take a suitcase, everything that would be needed was already at VAS' residence. His traveling cloths were always the same. Subdued, conservative, revealing in an understated way: black swimmers jock strap, cargo pants, clean polo, white ankle socks and sneakers. The only thing that set the muscle head off from his fellow travelers was his obviously chemically enhanced muscular physique.
The 3:15 pm flight was uneventful and touched down on schedule. ROYD walked out to the pick up area and waited for the white van to pull up. It was hot and humid as usual this time of year in Brisbane. The bodybuilder was starting to sweat. It felt good. The body's lube. ROYD smiled and noticed the white van coming around the corner.
The vehicle pulled up in front of him. ROYD stepped off the curb and slid the side panel door open - he was always to get into the back. VAS was driving. He greeted him then directed the huge muscleman to strip down and put on the gear located on back seat. As VAS turned back facing front and pulled out of the Airport, ROYD balanced himself as best he could while stripping off his traveling cloths and donning the gear that had been indicated. There was a soft rubber cock ring that when in place was very tight and really uplifted his cock and balls forcing them out front and high. Next ROYD fastened a wide black leather collar around his massive neck. It had rings around the outside. Next was the hood. It was rubber and resembled a dog. It was heavy duty and if he hadn't been sweating like a naked pig by now he wouldn't have been able to force it over his head. With some trouble, ROYD got the hood in place. There was a steel leash which ROYD attached to one of the rings on the collar. He was not properly displayed. Sweating from the heat and his exertion in the back of the van, ROYD knelt down on all fours and struggled to keep balance for the remainder of the 20 minute ride.
The van pulled into the driveway and stopped. VAS walked around to the side door and pulled it open. The rush of hot air felt good on ROYD's naked and now sweat soaked hide. "Get out." VAS ordered. ROYD stepped out of the van into VAS' side yard. VAS took hold of the leash and led ROYD into the back yard. There were six men waiting for them. Having drinks and chatting. The leash attached to ROYD's collar was locked to a post and the mammoth bodybuilder was left on display and VAS went over to the bar and poured himself a bourbon and water. "Take a closer look, gentleman. The sweat accentuates his musculature and the hair underscores his masculinity, don't you think?" VAS said.
For the next half hour or so, the men examined ROYD from head to toe. They had him flex out his substantial muscles and pose in provocative positions. All while chained to the post. The men rubbed his nipples, cock and balls with their frosty glasses and one of them even slipped an ice cube up the muscle head's substantial ass. The bodybuilder submitted to the attention feeling flattered and proud that he could put on such a nice show for these gents. VAS finally came over, unlocked the leash from the post and led ROYD and the male guests into the Sun Room. The cool air felt good on ROYD's naked wet hide. There was a message table at one end of the room with comfortable chairs arranged around in a semi-circle.
VAS took ROYD to the table, undid the leash, the collar and pulled off the hood. ROYD breathed in a full lung of air expanding his enormous pecs till his tits looked like they would explode off his chest. VAS directed ROYD to a small hassock in front of the message table. He told ROYD to get up on the hassock and flex out a routine that would highlight his front and back muscles to their best advantage. Ever the exhibitionist, ROYD stepped up onto the hassock giving all the men an great view of his ass and monumental back.
After the posing routine, ROYD was directed to lay face down on the message table. A man who was also obviously a bodybuilder came in stripped down to a white provocative jock and began to message ROYD with warm oil. There was no transition from the warm oil to the sticky sugar concoction that the stripped down professional masseur smeared on the twin mounds of ROYD's ass. Strips of cotton where pressed into the ass cheeks and aggressively pulled off taking every hair on ROYD's ass with them. With the speed and ability that comes from years of practicing one's trade, the nearly naked masseur waxed and ripped out every hair on ROYD's back from his neck to his heels. There were cheers from the male observers when the particularly sensitive area of ROYD's ass crack was stripped clean of anal hairs. Both the sound of the strips of cotton tearing out the delicate hairs and ROYD's yelps of pain brought delight to the guests as well as to VAS. The meaty bodybuilder laid as still as he could on the message table allowing the agonizing manipulations to totally rip every body hair off his tight, huge physique until he was as naked as the day he was born.
When ROYD flipped over onto his back, his cock was huge, throbbing and dripping precum The cock ring held it straight up to the delight of the observers. The masseur gave ROYD a sensual warm oil rubdown from neck to toes, paying particular attention the muscle head's balls and of course his rigid prick. VAS asked the masseur to bring ROYD to the brink a few times; but not to let him ejaculate. ROYD was writhing in an erotic agony that only being brought to the brink of ejaculation over and over without release can produce. When the masseur was satisfied that ROYD was sufficiently aroused for his frontal waxing, he began with his feet, ankles and legs. By the time the muscular masseur got up to ROYD's thighs the muscle man's once ragging hard-on was at half mast. Still pointing skyward; but now with an beautiful arc in the middle which allowed the precum dripping out of his urethra to fall onto his nut-sack. The sight was a masculine joy. Next came the arm pits and then the chest - the masseur paused at each nipple to tease it, twist it and pull it - the effect was immediate and ROYD's cock was a vein-popping, throbbing erection once again. Just in time to have every hair yanked off the cock shaft and ripped off the scrotum. ROYD chanted a noisy mixture of manly arousal and excruciating pleasure.
When the masseur had finished with the full body waxing and ROYD was a smooth as a baby's ass; the masseur rubbed a special oil into ROYD's skin to close the pores and moisturize his skin. It left a slick sheen on the bodybuilder's huge physique that set off every muscle which now was displayed without the interruption of body hair. ROYD looked magnificent and he felt it. VAS told ROYD to relax while he and his guests went in for dinner. ROYD climbed up into a oversized chair by the window and let the sensations of the last few hours wash over him like a warm stream. He was content. His manhood accentuated and his strength somehow regenerated.
VAS and his guests returned to the Sun Room after their light supper. They all had brandies and those who enjoyed the habit were smoking one of VAS' fine cigars. The room still had a lingering aroma of male sweat, scented oil and just smelled like feral man sex. Combined with the brandy aroma and cigar smoke wafting throughout the room - it was a very masculine domain. The men arranged themselves around the room in VAS' comfortable leather chairs while VAS went over to ROYD and pinched his left tit lightly to snap him back into reality. "Let's see the results, boy - get up off your ass and display yourself for us" VAS said with authority. ROYD hoisted himself out of the chair into an upright position. He could get a look at himself in VAS' full length mirror at the other end of the room. Fantastic! Fucking Fantastic! ROYD thought. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his freshly waxed body from all angles. The gentleman in their chairs were transfixed watching this magnificent bodybuilder examining his own body in the mirror. Like Narcissus in the pond. ROYD flexed, stretched, bent and felt every inch of his skin. It was like silk, exquisite Chinese silk. Every muscle was set off and accentuated by the oil rubdown the masseur had given him. ROYD looked exceptional! Just then, the masseur came in to inspect his handiwork and felt ROYD's body from head to toe. There were a few hairs that escaped his grasp earlier so the masseur had a few strips of pre basted cotton that he used to pluck out the renegade hairs. ROYD's full body wax was now complete. He hugged the masseur and thanked him. The sight of the two naked bodybuilders embracing, chest to chest, belly to belly, naked hide to naked hide was erotic to say the least. The two muscle men enjoyed it as much as did VAS and his guests.
ROYD spun around and proceeded to exhibit himself for over half an hour to VAS' guests. He let each man feel him as much as the man wanted - wherever he wanted - however he wanted. ROYD's head was swimming in the sensations flowing through his psyche and Libido. He never felt so powerful or so vulnerable. These men were awestruck at his physical perfection yet he was getting off letting any one of these physically ordinary men feel him or pose him in any way they wanted. It was a rush of emotions. He remembered what VAS had always told him in situations like this: "just go with the flow. Feel it - don't analyze it." He felt it and it felt awesome.
The remainder of the evening was spent with VAS and his guests enjoying ROYD's body. Feeling it, admiring it, posing it! ROYD enjoyed wrestling and did a few bridges for the guests - they put their drinks on his belly and flicked their cigar ashes on his crotch, abs and pecs. All in good fun. ROYD was enjoying this first evening. That joy would probably not last.
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Once the guests left, VAS took ROYD into his bedroom and bound him on a bondage table for the night. ROYD was on his back and had his cock and balls tightly tied and stretched up to the ceiling where the rope was tied off to an eye hook in the ceiling. His arms legs and torso were restrained by a hank of black rope that was securely but not tightly tied off to eye hooks placed around the edge of the table. The hairless bodybuilder would be comfortable, vulnerable and secured for the night. VAS stripped down and got into his bed to read for a while before turning out the lights and going to sleep.
ROYD had learned how to rest and even sleep deeply in stressful restraint positions. VAS had taught him that. He didn't know how long he had been asleep; but he felt the sharp slap to his stretched out nuts and was jolted back into consciousness by the biting sharp pain traveling though his scrotum. He groaned himself awake. VAS was looking down at him, shinning a light in his face. It was still dark. With the deftness that comes from years of experience, VAS quickly undid ROYD's rope bondage and released his cock and balls from the stretched burden. "Get up and follow me," VAS ordered. ROYD slid off the table and bare feet slapping on the wood floors, followed VAS.
VAS took ROYD out into his 6 acre back yard. VAS told ROYD that he wanted him to execute 100 spread eagle pushups followed by 100 jumping jacks and then 50 dolphin kicks. He wanted the colossal bodybuilder to work up a sweat In no time flat, the sweat was dripping off ROYD's hairless physique and as he finished off the dolphin kicks he was wet with sweat. It felt sexy and oddly arousing in the pre-dawn coolness. VAS told him to catch his breath.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, muscle head," VAS ordered. ROYD complied and VAS then smeared some lube onto his fingers and started to slowly stroke ROYD's freshly waxed ass crack. Little by little, up and down the crack feeling the warm velvety feel of the muscular ass cheeks on either side. Exploring the anus by tickling around the hole and leisurely messaging the entrance. VAS gently fingered some lube into ROYD's hairless hole and then very slowly; but with authority, finger fucked the huge specimen bent over in front of him. This intimate manly manipulation was driving ROYD nuts. He was moaning and groaning lost in the depths of an animal rut when VAS slipped a medium sized stainless steel butt plug into the anal cavity. ROYD grunted acknowledging the intrusion; but took the insertion with no trouble. He'd had much bigger items up his ass.
VAS also had a leather strap that bound ROYD's biceps behind his back. VAS put his foot into the muscular back and pulled the strap tight. The result was that ROYD's arms were pinned behind his back and his pecs were stretched tight and high. He told ROYD that he wanted him to jog around the back yard until he told him to stop and to jog at a fast pace. To help him find his way around the yard, VAS put a flashlight into ROYD's mouth. ROYD started jogging around the yard, stumbling over twigs and trying his best to see a few feet in front of him The flashlight didn't help much as it was bouncing up and down with every stride he took. He could barely make out his footfalls with accuracy and found stones or twigs impeding his lackadaisical pace. The sweat was rolling off him in drops by the time VAS called him over as he finished his third circuit. "Too slow big boy," VAS commented "you need some incentive," he said as he snapped two tit clamps onto ROYD's hard nipples already stretched taut by the binding strap around his biceps. ROYD groaned as the hard rubber tips of the clamps bit into the hard meat filled with blood feeding the nerve endings that objected strongly to this pinching pressure. "If you motivate yourself to pick up the pace, I'll take them off - now get moving muscle boy", VAS said as ROYD trotted off at a quicker pace.
Now every footfall jiggled the tit clamps making them bounce on the ends of his nipples. They ached and were aroused at the same time; but ROYD was motivating around that backyard. The tit clamps had another effect - they aroused ROYD's sleepy penis to full erection. Now it too bounced up and down as his bare feet hit the ground on each stride. It was an incredible turn on -- arms pinioned to his back - clamps on his tits - naked as a jaybird, sweating like a pig and now sporting a woody of mammoth proportions. The tit clamps burned; but they were more erotic than painful. It felt like two rods piercing through his tits pushing them out - holding them tight. His mind was analytical; but at this moment he was overcome by the sensations. He just felt his body reacting. By the time he finished 3 more circuits, his cock was dripping long strands of precum and his tits felt like they were jerking him off. He was on the edge. "Well you didn't even stop to have me remove those clamps - boy - it looks like they did the job", VAS chuckled pointing at the enormous erection.
VAS took the flashlight out of ROYD's mouth and released the strap binding his arms behind his back. VAS told ROYD to bend over and then reached down and pulled the butt plug out with a pop. The tit clamps were next. As VAS released them slowly, the blood rushed back into the crushed nubs filling every nerve ending with renewed and aggravated energy. ROYD yelped out; but otherwise held the sensations inside. His dick jerked violently; but did not erupt - that would come later.
VAS took ROYD over to one side of his back patio. He told the naked, sweat drenched bodybuilder to spread himself wide and clasp his hands behind his head. With little warning, VAS turned on his garden hose and proceeded to hose down the muscular man in front of him. ROYD rubbed the chilly water over his muscle sculpted figure - it felt good, rejuvenating. VAS played a little with the hose - sending a moderately strong stream of water up the bodybuilders ass hole - letting ROYD evacuate in a bucket until the stream ran clear. Next VAS positioned a strong stream on ROYD's pecs and tits - the water bounced off the tight flesh and hard nubs like bullets off Superman's chest. The cock and balls were another story. VAS had ROYD dancing around in no time flat as he aimed the stream from the hose onto the sensitive erection and tightly packed scrotum. VAS lingered for almost 20 minutes hosing ROYD down. They both enjoyed the sensations. As the sun rose, VAS took ROYD into the house so the bodybuilder could make breakfast.
Breakfast was clean and easy: egg white omelet with cheese, fillet mignon, fresh fruit, toast, coffee. VAS put ROYD's portions in a stainless steel dog bowl which he placed beside the table at his feet. Initially, ROYD had some problems eating out of a bowl like a dog; but now he just let go and felt his pure animal nature come through, He had a collar around his neck and VAS would pat him on the head and scratch him behind his ears and on his neck - it felt great and although he still had a problem with other men seeing him eat a meal like this - when he was alone with VAS - it was a release that he thoroughly enjoyed. VAS' enjoyment came with his coffee service. He would tease ROYD into a burning erection and then have the muscle head masturbate until he shot a load of hot bodybuilder cum into his coffee. VAS called it his private reserve coffee creamer. The massive hulk could shot huge loads so VAS would have a glass handy to catch the overflow. He'd add milk to the bodybuilder cum, stir it with a spoon and let ROYD drink it down - an excellent protein drink. ROYD would then stir VAS' hot coffee with his still hard dick - that was an amazing feeling. His prick was still aroused and the nerve endings still sensitive from the ejaculation and now being dipped into a hot liquid really sent waves of intense pleasure through his loins. Both men enjoyed breakfast.
After breakfast, VAS took ROYD into the backyard for some Landscaping work in the heat and humidity of summer in Brisbane. There were 15 bags of mulch that needed to be hauled into the yard, spread and raked in. Cutting the grass and raking. Trimming the palms and hedges and digging a drainage ditch along one side of the house. About 4 hours of work in the hot sun. ROYD would work bareass naked with only boots, work gloves, a steel neck chain and plenty of sunscreen to protect his freshly waxed skin. VAS came out periodically to hose the work horse down and when he needed motivation, a cat o'nine tails found sensitive areas to make an impression. ROYD worked all morning and into the early afternoon. VAS gave him 2 rest periods of 10 minutes and a dozen water breaks. Between the bottled water and hose downs - ROYD stayed hydrated; but the heat, humidity and hard work did have an effect on the bodybuilder. By the time VAS called a halt to the detail, ROYD was spent. He was soaking wet with sweat, grimy from the dust and dirt and generally pretty gnarly. The hose came in handy and VAS let ROYD use some soap and a hard sponge to get himself clean.
ROYD was taken into the house and into VAS' dungeon. VAS locked ROYD in a cage for a rest period. ROYD enjoyed these times alone in restricted space. The cage was larger than most but still required ROYD to squat not stand and he could not stretch out. This quiet time gave ROYD a feeling of release. He had nothing to worry about, his size and power could guarantee that there would be nothing he could not physically handle. His only concerns during these visits was his difficulty in being humiliated just for the sake of humiliation. He did not spend all that time in the gym, suffer all those pains that only bodybuilders really understand - to have it ridiculed. He had confidence in himself and also had gained confidence in VAS, that he would not be "hung out to dry." ROYD had come a long way in the 10 years he had been allowing VAS to take over control of his actions for these 3 days. He had come to not just enjoy these challenging days; but actually crave them.
Two hours later it was time for some cocktails and also time to bring ROYD out to "play." ROYD made VAS a Bourbon and water and then stood by for further instructions. There was a knock at the door and ROYD strode over to answer it. Four of VAS' friends were here for a special cocktail hour entertainment. In the back of the men, stripped naked and being dragged forward by a leash attached to a golden PA piercing his cock head was MARKUS RUEHL. ROYD had met MARKUS once before. He was a huge bodybuilder that was also an accomplished wrestler. ROYD knew what was in store for him, he was going to wrestle MARKUS for the amusement and pleasure of VAS and his friends.
The two huge musclemen were taken into the Sun Room where they were each displayed in static displays where the gentlemen could see and prod them. ROYD was put into a black leather jock, strict leather hood and wrist and ankle restraints all chained to a frame which allowed his movement so he could flex his muscles and respond to the numerous prods on his body. MARKUS was placed in a cage that held him by the neck upright. He was wearing a full body shackle that allowed limited movement. The gentlemen enjoyed drinks and cigars as the two huge muscle freaks faced each other and hurled taunts at one another. It was a good start to an afternoon of muscular exertion and glorification. The two gladiators were released and taken into VAS private gym where they were stripped down and set upon each other. This was a no holds barred match. No rest periods. The match would continue until submission.
Both combatants were in excellent physical condition. ROYD had been weakened a little by his hard labor in VAS' garden that morning; but that did not significantly affect how the two huge muscle heads went at each other. Crotch shots, slaps, punches, pinching, twisting, biting - it was all good. Grunts, yelps and shouts came out of the two combatants. The two Herculean gladiators went at each other for over 45 minutes. The end was quick. MARKUS got ROYD on his back, grabbed a handful of his nuts and sat his sweaty ass right on ROYD's head. He twisted ROYD's nuts until he screamed out in agony. Opening his mouth ROYD got a mouthful of MARKUS' ass cheeks. He couldn't breath - his nose was trapped in MARKUS' sweaty crack and his mouth was full of muscle man ass cheeks. ROYD tapped out. He looked up and saw MARKUS grinning down at him - the price for failure would be painful.
ROYD was ordered to bend over so his anus was viewable by all the men gathered around congratulating MARKUS. He stayed in that position until MARKUS had been eagerly and completely congratulated on his victory. He went over to ROYD and slapped his two exposed ass cheeks hard. Two red had imprints emerged from the hard hits. MARKUS leaned over and whispered in ROYD's ear - "That's my brand on your ass, bitch - you're mine to play with until I'm satisfied - now get on all fours, muscle toy!"
ROYD could feel the heat rising in his face. He knew his naked, hairless hide was starting to glow red - and not just on his ass cheeks. He had lost - that was embarrassing enough; but what was to follow was humiliation that he would have a difficult time contending with. MARKUS was anal focused - he liked to play with a man's ass and he wasn't gentle. MARKUS had ROYD restrained butt up on his shoulders so he could enjoy the sight of the huge bodybuilder's ass exposed to his appetites.
Over the next hour, ROYD endured dildo after dildo being rammed up his ass chute. Fat black butt plugs were seated and ROYD was compelled to duck walk around the room displaying his shame while stretching his ass. Finally MARKUS greased up his hand and forearm and pushed it up into ROYD's already tortured hole. ROYD screamed out at the intrusion but took the fisting like the athlete he was. It was a challenge and he was a strong man. He took it like the muscle man he was. VAS and his friends and even MARKUS was impressed with ROYD's stamina and masculine grace under pressure.
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ROYD had his head bowed, looking at the floor, hand behind the small of his back. VAS brought ROYD over closer to his chair and then put him in a stress position of a modified wrestler's bridge so that he could use the big guy's belly as a cocktail table. VAS liked to put ROYD in this position because it placed all of the muscle head's body at his disposal. He could play with the tits, balance his cold drink on the belly while slapping the nuts or fingering his hole and there was always that mammoth cock to play with. Through practice ROYD was able to stay in this position for about half an hour - plenty of time for a good drink and some erotic play with an enormous muscle toy.
After VAS enjoyed his cocktail and playing with his cocktail table, he had ROYD do some stress posing for him. ROYD went through the poses that VAS had taught him and held each one of them until VAS released him. VAS enjoyed posing him in these stress poses because it showed off all his effort. His body was his canvas and this private exhibition was an empowering session for ROYD .
For the remainder of the evening, VAS posed ROYD in different positions admiring his incredible musculature. VAS would direct exercises in stress positions in order to observe how ROYD's muscles moved under his skin. The display was breath taking. ROYD was huge, strong and took great personal pleasure showing himself off. The massive muscle man particularly enjoyed exhibiting himself in the various muscle gear VAS always had around for him. He got off arousing himself, stretching, flexing every muscle while being displayed in the very erotic gear that was made especially to stimulate and show off a muscular man.
As the evening wore on, VAS spiced up the proceedings by incorporating some objects into ROYD's stress position posing. First VAS had ROYD present his ass to him while he messaged some anal lube into ROYD's hole. On the table next to VAS was an assortment of butt plugs of varying sizes. He started with the smallest, inserting it into ROYD's hole and then had him push out 100 push ups. VAS replaced the plugs with bigger and bigger models until ROYD's anal cavity was stretched wide and his ability to take the intrusion was being tested to his upper limit. Still, ROYD took great pride in displaying his strength and stamina to his sponsor and friend. It felt particularly manly to display a huge black plug up your ass by bending over in a stress position and holding it until VAS was satisfied with the exhibition.
After the plugs, VAS brought out two different pairs of tit clamps for ROYD to show off and exercise his meaty nipples. To accentuate the show, VAS had ROYD pull on a tight rubber hood with small eye slits and nose holes. It was confining and very sensual. The first pair of tit clamps that VAS applied was a plain pair of steel clamps that pinched ROYD's nipples. There was a chain dangling between the clamps which had the effect of moving the clamps slightly whenever ROYD moved, breathed or flexed his pecs. It caused an arousing sensation in his tits. Every breath manipulated his nipples in an erotic manner. The effect on his sex drive was immediate. ROYD's cock stood straight out, stretching the soft rubber cock ring that had been embracing his cock and balls since he arrived. VAS had ROYD stand for half an hour with his arms to his sides watching his chest raise and fall with each breath and observing the effect on the naked muscle man's hairless erection. From time to time VAS would direct ROYD to flex his pecs or bend over at the waist so that the effect of the chain was even more pronounced. The result was that ROYD's cock was throbbing in dry contractions. Long strands of glistening precum stretched from the tip of ROYD's urethra down past his knees before breaking off and landing on the floor between his feet.
VAS held the most challenging pair of tit clamps for last. These little babies were alligator clips attached to a rod that held up to 10 small magnetic discs each weighing an ounce. The effect of adding the weight made the alligator teeth bit deeper and deeper into a man's tits. There was an added sadistic benefit in that if one of the disc's was held with the polarity reversed and brought up to the other discs dangling from a pair of tortured nipples, that disc would cause the other discs to twist away resulting in a dance that was really agonizing. ROYD knew what he was in for; but with masculine confidence the pumped up muscle head presented his chest to VAS to have the nasty devices applied to his already aroused and tender nipples.
The sharp steel alligator teeth bit down into the hard muscle nipple. ROYD threw back his head and groaned as VAS snapped the second clamp onto ROYD's other tit. The agony was instant and considerable. ROYD shut his eyes tight and let out a deep growl acknowledging the considerable pain shooting through his pecs. Like hot pokers applied to his nipples, the clamps bit down into raw, sensitive tit flesh and set his pecs on fire. There was only one disc dangling from the end of each clamp - 1 oz that felt like 10 lbs to ROYD's tormented tits. VAS had ROYD stand a parade rest with his arms behind his back. The bodybuilder stood there dropping his chest to ease the agony. ROYD could feel sweat streaming from his hairless pits down his ribs and over his thighs. He let himself drift into that headspace that bodybuilders know when they hit a wall in training. Take the pain into yourself, feed off it, make it fuel your stamina, feed your will. VAS told ROYD to jiggle his pecs, he complied and the effect was electric. His tits were now in an arousal state that only a few men can imagine. His cock was rigid and flexing with each pec flex. The erotic reverie was intense and illogical. How could this severe agony in his nipples produce such a huge rush of sexual energy. A rush that had his cock hard and flexing uncontrollably.
VAS played with ROYD for another hour, adding weight discs to the clamps feasting on his nipples. He also played with the reverse polarity of the magnetic discs to make the whole tit clamp mechanism dance wildly on ROYD's chest. The result was a harsh twisting and pulling on ROYD's ravished tits. The bodybuilder's cock maintained a rock hard erection throughout the session. ROYD knew how to please both himself and the man who was using him. It was a symbiotic association and both men fed off it to their own personal stimulation and satisfaction.
When VAS was satisfied with ROYD's workout - he removed the tit clamps gently and slowly massaged the tormented nipples until they were standing straight out and back to normal. ROYD groaned and moaned at VAS' astute touch. His cock was twitching and throbbing at every touch - the precum leak had not subsided and was now very strong. VAS moved over to ROYD and started to lick and suck on the huge muscle man's tits. ROYD flexed his pecs and offered his nipples to VAS to feast on. While he was sucking on ROYD's tits, VAS' hand was working the huge erection - slowly masturbating the bodybuilder to a climax. ROYD flexed his knees and thrust his pelvis forward in an attempt to help VAS to get a good grip on his sex tool. VAS knew how to work this muscle toy and took great pleasure hearing the moans of sexual pleasure coming from the bodybuilder in his grasp.
It didn't take too long for ROYD to reach the edge of an orgasm; but VAS caught the sign just in time. He slapped ROYD's nuts hard and bit down on one of his tits. ROYD pulled back and sucked in a big breath. He knew how VAS enjoyed holding him off and it actually got him even more excited. VAS brought ROYD to the edge twice more, each time interrupting the sexual frenzy of the muscular behemoth with a hard slap to the nuts. Finally VAS brought ROYD to full orgasm. It was a huge sexual release. ROYD's cock contracted in a tight spasm over and over again pushing white strands of potent muscle man sperm erupting from the tip of his dick. VAS caught most of it in a glass and then sucked down on the heaving muscle head's tender cock to draw out ever last drop of the intoxicating liquid. ROYD was moaning and shivering in the last throes of his enormous orgasm. When the last drop of muscle cum had been drawn from his exhausted body, ROYD slumped down on one knee and then finally collapsed on the floor at VAS' feet.
VAS went off to the kitchen and filled the glass with ROYD's sperm splattered inside with cold milk. After stirring it, he returned to the worn out bodybuilder and gave it to him to drink down. ROYD devoured the liquid. He liked the taste of his own cum and this batch was produced by powerful forces. It tasted great. After a rest period of an hour when ROYD just laid at VAS' feet serving as a foot rest while VAS read his newspaper - VAS prodded him up and took him into the garage where a rusty old set of free weights served as ROYD's forced exercise equipment.
VAS watched as ROYD pushed out a series of exercises. Every exercise executed with just one rep to exhaustion. Then the next exercise. 12 different exercises in all. Each one executed with only one rep and done to exhaustion of that muscle group. The process took almost two hours to complete. VAS allowed ROYD to relax in between exercises so that he could recoup. Even so, the naked, hairless bodybuilder was dripping sweat and totally exhausted at the conclusion. VAS took ROYD out onto the back patio and hosed him down. It was late and the cool evening sea breeze dried ROYD's slick skin while VAS relaxed on a chaise.
ROYD was tied spread eagle to the guest bed and left to rest and sleep if he could. He would be flying home early the next day; but he was sure that he would be interrupted during the early morning hours when VAS came in for his sexual release. ROYD enjoyed these hours. He enjoyed these visits.
Early the next morning, VAS came in and released ROYD. He took him into his dungeon to meet one final challenge. ROYD was told to do a handstand - when up in position, ROYD's ankles were tied and his legs spread wide apart. His balls were then secured and stretched out hard by a bungee chord attached to the ceiling. VAS then took out a bundle of canes tied together. He flogged ROYD for the better part of half an hour until the bodybuilder's physique was glowing red from his neck to his butt cheeks.
After the canning, VAS would put ROYD into a g-string, muscle tank and flips and drive the muscle stud down to the local nude beach so that they could enjoy a day enjoying the Australian summer sun. ROYD's reddened back was a topic for discussion and he really enjoyed telling it like it is. The proud muscle head never made up stories; but came right out with the fact that he had just been flogged and was proud to display the results. ROYD's nude physique was a focus point on the beach and he showed himself off with pride and pleasure.
The two men spent a great day at the beach. It was a perfect way to conclude ROYD's summer stay. That afternoon, VAS took ROYD to one of Brisbane's hot bars where he exhibited the muscle toy in a tight pair of leather shorts, chain harness encircling his substantial chest and the leather collar ROYD had worn his first night. He got a lot of free drink offers and had his tits pinched and pulled by just about every patron in the bar. At 6:30 ROYD and VAS drove back home, where VAS hosed his muscle boy down and then laid out a jock, shorts, white sports shirt and sneakers for ROYD to put on. He took the colossal hunk out for a very fine dinner at one of the area's most popular restaurant. They sat upstairs on an outside deck with an unimpeded view of the City. It was cool and peaceful. After dinner, the two men returned to VAS' residence. VAS went out onto the back patio while ROYD went into the guest bedroom and stripped down. After fixing his sponsor a brandy on the rocks and fetching one of his cigars from the humidor, ROYD joined VAS on the patio.
VAS took in the naked muscular specimen of manhood relaxing next to him. VAS asked his companion if he needed anything. ROYD said he would enjoy a big bowl of ice cream. VAS told his muscular companion to go in and get what he wanted. ROYD returned with a huge bowl of ice cream. VAS smiled at ROYD and said, "Don't you think that needs a nice topping to finish it off?" ROYD knew what VAS had in mind and immediately stood up - started working his cock until it was rock hard and proceeded to masturbate until he reached a huge orgasm. The quivering muscle guy shot stream after stream of muscle man jism onto the top of his ice cream. A protein topping. ROYD gobbled it down to the last drop.
After a good night's sleep and a fantastic al fresco breakfast, VAS dropped his muscle toy off at the Airport. ROYD would remember this visit as he flew home. The heat and discomfort he still felt on his back underscored the challenges he had met and triumphed over during this visit. It seemed to give him an empowerment for his manhood that nothing else could. He was already looking forward to VAS' next call.
Whatever ROYD had requested over the past 10 years had been given without hesitation. Gym memberships, personal trainers, supplements, steroids, medical and physical supervision. It had all produced an exceptional specimen of male muscular development. ROYD was not into contests so he did not go on the mass versus definition roller coaster that many of his gym buddies endured. He spent all his attention and time sculpting every inch of his 5'8", 275 lb. body to perfection. ROYD took an extreme attitude when it came to constructing his body. Every muscle group was symmetrical and developed to its peak perfection. He was a walking Greek statue. All made possible by the sponsorship of VAS.
VAS had stipulated ROYD's visits be 3 times a year. Once in the Spring and once in the height of Summer, were standard 3 day visits every year - VAS also had the privilege of calling for a visit anytime he chose giving ROYD 5 days prior notice. That visit could be for 2 to 10 days and was usually spent on vacations, travel or some other special event that VAS wanted to share with ROYD. The 3 day visits were normally spent at the VAS' home where ROYD could be used in any manner VAS desired.
It was mid Summer and ROYD had received only one instruction from VAS on how he was to prep for his visit. He was to let all his body hair grow out - no shaving or clipping. ROYD knew what that meant. VAS had planned a painful full body waxing for him to start off the festivities. ROYD knew the drill. He didn't take a suitcase, everything that would be needed was already at VAS' residence. His traveling cloths were always the same. Subdued, conservative, revealing in an understated way: black swimmers jock strap, cargo pants, clean polo, white ankle socks and sneakers. The only thing that set the muscle head off from his fellow travelers was his obviously chemically enhanced muscular physique.
The 3:15 pm flight was uneventful and touched down on schedule. ROYD walked out to the pick up area and waited for the white van to pull up. It was hot and humid as usual this time of year in Brisbane. The bodybuilder was starting to sweat. It felt good. The body's lube. ROYD smiled and noticed the white van coming around the corner.
The vehicle pulled up in front of him. ROYD stepped off the curb and slid the side panel door open - he was always to get into the back. VAS was driving. He greeted him then directed the huge muscleman to strip down and put on the gear located on back seat. As VAS turned back facing front and pulled out of the Airport, ROYD balanced himself as best he could while stripping off his traveling cloths and donning the gear that had been indicated. There was a soft rubber cock ring that when in place was very tight and really uplifted his cock and balls forcing them out front and high. Next ROYD fastened a wide black leather collar around his massive neck. It had rings around the outside. Next was the hood. It was rubber and resembled a dog. It was heavy duty and if he hadn't been sweating like a naked pig by now he wouldn't have been able to force it over his head. With some trouble, ROYD got the hood in place. There was a steel leash which ROYD attached to one of the rings on the collar. He was not properly displayed. Sweating from the heat and his exertion in the back of the van, ROYD knelt down on all fours and struggled to keep balance for the remainder of the 20 minute ride.
The van pulled into the driveway and stopped. VAS walked around to the side door and pulled it open. The rush of hot air felt good on ROYD's naked and now sweat soaked hide. "Get out." VAS ordered. ROYD stepped out of the van into VAS' side yard. VAS took hold of the leash and led ROYD into the back yard. There were six men waiting for them. Having drinks and chatting. The leash attached to ROYD's collar was locked to a post and the mammoth bodybuilder was left on display and VAS went over to the bar and poured himself a bourbon and water. "Take a closer look, gentleman. The sweat accentuates his musculature and the hair underscores his masculinity, don't you think?" VAS said.
For the next half hour or so, the men examined ROYD from head to toe. They had him flex out his substantial muscles and pose in provocative positions. All while chained to the post. The men rubbed his nipples, cock and balls with their frosty glasses and one of them even slipped an ice cube up the muscle head's substantial ass. The bodybuilder submitted to the attention feeling flattered and proud that he could put on such a nice show for these gents. VAS finally came over, unlocked the leash from the post and led ROYD and the male guests into the Sun Room. The cool air felt good on ROYD's naked wet hide. There was a message table at one end of the room with comfortable chairs arranged around in a semi-circle.
VAS took ROYD to the table, undid the leash, the collar and pulled off the hood. ROYD breathed in a full lung of air expanding his enormous pecs till his tits looked like they would explode off his chest. VAS directed ROYD to a small hassock in front of the message table. He told ROYD to get up on the hassock and flex out a routine that would highlight his front and back muscles to their best advantage. Ever the exhibitionist, ROYD stepped up onto the hassock giving all the men an great view of his ass and monumental back.
After the posing routine, ROYD was directed to lay face down on the message table. A man who was also obviously a bodybuilder came in stripped down to a white provocative jock and began to message ROYD with warm oil. There was no transition from the warm oil to the sticky sugar concoction that the stripped down professional masseur smeared on the twin mounds of ROYD's ass. Strips of cotton where pressed into the ass cheeks and aggressively pulled off taking every hair on ROYD's ass with them. With the speed and ability that comes from years of practicing one's trade, the nearly naked masseur waxed and ripped out every hair on ROYD's back from his neck to his heels. There were cheers from the male observers when the particularly sensitive area of ROYD's ass crack was stripped clean of anal hairs. Both the sound of the strips of cotton tearing out the delicate hairs and ROYD's yelps of pain brought delight to the guests as well as to VAS. The meaty bodybuilder laid as still as he could on the message table allowing the agonizing manipulations to totally rip every body hair off his tight, huge physique until he was as naked as the day he was born.
When ROYD flipped over onto his back, his cock was huge, throbbing and dripping precum The cock ring held it straight up to the delight of the observers. The masseur gave ROYD a sensual warm oil rubdown from neck to toes, paying particular attention the muscle head's balls and of course his rigid prick. VAS asked the masseur to bring ROYD to the brink a few times; but not to let him ejaculate. ROYD was writhing in an erotic agony that only being brought to the brink of ejaculation over and over without release can produce. When the masseur was satisfied that ROYD was sufficiently aroused for his frontal waxing, he began with his feet, ankles and legs. By the time the muscular masseur got up to ROYD's thighs the muscle man's once ragging hard-on was at half mast. Still pointing skyward; but now with an beautiful arc in the middle which allowed the precum dripping out of his urethra to fall onto his nut-sack. The sight was a masculine joy. Next came the arm pits and then the chest - the masseur paused at each nipple to tease it, twist it and pull it - the effect was immediate and ROYD's cock was a vein-popping, throbbing erection once again. Just in time to have every hair yanked off the cock shaft and ripped off the scrotum. ROYD chanted a noisy mixture of manly arousal and excruciating pleasure.
When the masseur had finished with the full body waxing and ROYD was a smooth as a baby's ass; the masseur rubbed a special oil into ROYD's skin to close the pores and moisturize his skin. It left a slick sheen on the bodybuilder's huge physique that set off every muscle which now was displayed without the interruption of body hair. ROYD looked magnificent and he felt it. VAS told ROYD to relax while he and his guests went in for dinner. ROYD climbed up into a oversized chair by the window and let the sensations of the last few hours wash over him like a warm stream. He was content. His manhood accentuated and his strength somehow regenerated.
VAS and his guests returned to the Sun Room after their light supper. They all had brandies and those who enjoyed the habit were smoking one of VAS' fine cigars. The room still had a lingering aroma of male sweat, scented oil and just smelled like feral man sex. Combined with the brandy aroma and cigar smoke wafting throughout the room - it was a very masculine domain. The men arranged themselves around the room in VAS' comfortable leather chairs while VAS went over to ROYD and pinched his left tit lightly to snap him back into reality. "Let's see the results, boy - get up off your ass and display yourself for us" VAS said with authority. ROYD hoisted himself out of the chair into an upright position. He could get a look at himself in VAS' full length mirror at the other end of the room. Fantastic! Fucking Fantastic! ROYD thought. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his freshly waxed body from all angles. The gentleman in their chairs were transfixed watching this magnificent bodybuilder examining his own body in the mirror. Like Narcissus in the pond. ROYD flexed, stretched, bent and felt every inch of his skin. It was like silk, exquisite Chinese silk. Every muscle was set off and accentuated by the oil rubdown the masseur had given him. ROYD looked exceptional! Just then, the masseur came in to inspect his handiwork and felt ROYD's body from head to toe. There were a few hairs that escaped his grasp earlier so the masseur had a few strips of pre basted cotton that he used to pluck out the renegade hairs. ROYD's full body wax was now complete. He hugged the masseur and thanked him. The sight of the two naked bodybuilders embracing, chest to chest, belly to belly, naked hide to naked hide was erotic to say the least. The two muscle men enjoyed it as much as did VAS and his guests.
ROYD spun around and proceeded to exhibit himself for over half an hour to VAS' guests. He let each man feel him as much as the man wanted - wherever he wanted - however he wanted. ROYD's head was swimming in the sensations flowing through his psyche and Libido. He never felt so powerful or so vulnerable. These men were awestruck at his physical perfection yet he was getting off letting any one of these physically ordinary men feel him or pose him in any way they wanted. It was a rush of emotions. He remembered what VAS had always told him in situations like this: "just go with the flow. Feel it - don't analyze it." He felt it and it felt awesome.
The remainder of the evening was spent with VAS and his guests enjoying ROYD's body. Feeling it, admiring it, posing it! ROYD enjoyed wrestling and did a few bridges for the guests - they put their drinks on his belly and flicked their cigar ashes on his crotch, abs and pecs. All in good fun. ROYD was enjoying this first evening. That joy would probably not last.
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Once the guests left, VAS took ROYD into his bedroom and bound him on a bondage table for the night. ROYD was on his back and had his cock and balls tightly tied and stretched up to the ceiling where the rope was tied off to an eye hook in the ceiling. His arms legs and torso were restrained by a hank of black rope that was securely but not tightly tied off to eye hooks placed around the edge of the table. The hairless bodybuilder would be comfortable, vulnerable and secured for the night. VAS stripped down and got into his bed to read for a while before turning out the lights and going to sleep.
ROYD had learned how to rest and even sleep deeply in stressful restraint positions. VAS had taught him that. He didn't know how long he had been asleep; but he felt the sharp slap to his stretched out nuts and was jolted back into consciousness by the biting sharp pain traveling though his scrotum. He groaned himself awake. VAS was looking down at him, shinning a light in his face. It was still dark. With the deftness that comes from years of experience, VAS quickly undid ROYD's rope bondage and released his cock and balls from the stretched burden. "Get up and follow me," VAS ordered. ROYD slid off the table and bare feet slapping on the wood floors, followed VAS.
VAS took ROYD out into his 6 acre back yard. VAS told ROYD that he wanted him to execute 100 spread eagle pushups followed by 100 jumping jacks and then 50 dolphin kicks. He wanted the colossal bodybuilder to work up a sweat In no time flat, the sweat was dripping off ROYD's hairless physique and as he finished off the dolphin kicks he was wet with sweat. It felt sexy and oddly arousing in the pre-dawn coolness. VAS told him to catch his breath.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, muscle head," VAS ordered. ROYD complied and VAS then smeared some lube onto his fingers and started to slowly stroke ROYD's freshly waxed ass crack. Little by little, up and down the crack feeling the warm velvety feel of the muscular ass cheeks on either side. Exploring the anus by tickling around the hole and leisurely messaging the entrance. VAS gently fingered some lube into ROYD's hairless hole and then very slowly; but with authority, finger fucked the huge specimen bent over in front of him. This intimate manly manipulation was driving ROYD nuts. He was moaning and groaning lost in the depths of an animal rut when VAS slipped a medium sized stainless steel butt plug into the anal cavity. ROYD grunted acknowledging the intrusion; but took the insertion with no trouble. He'd had much bigger items up his ass.
VAS also had a leather strap that bound ROYD's biceps behind his back. VAS put his foot into the muscular back and pulled the strap tight. The result was that ROYD's arms were pinned behind his back and his pecs were stretched tight and high. He told ROYD that he wanted him to jog around the back yard until he told him to stop and to jog at a fast pace. To help him find his way around the yard, VAS put a flashlight into ROYD's mouth. ROYD started jogging around the yard, stumbling over twigs and trying his best to see a few feet in front of him The flashlight didn't help much as it was bouncing up and down with every stride he took. He could barely make out his footfalls with accuracy and found stones or twigs impeding his lackadaisical pace. The sweat was rolling off him in drops by the time VAS called him over as he finished his third circuit. "Too slow big boy," VAS commented "you need some incentive," he said as he snapped two tit clamps onto ROYD's hard nipples already stretched taut by the binding strap around his biceps. ROYD groaned as the hard rubber tips of the clamps bit into the hard meat filled with blood feeding the nerve endings that objected strongly to this pinching pressure. "If you motivate yourself to pick up the pace, I'll take them off - now get moving muscle boy", VAS said as ROYD trotted off at a quicker pace.
Now every footfall jiggled the tit clamps making them bounce on the ends of his nipples. They ached and were aroused at the same time; but ROYD was motivating around that backyard. The tit clamps had another effect - they aroused ROYD's sleepy penis to full erection. Now it too bounced up and down as his bare feet hit the ground on each stride. It was an incredible turn on -- arms pinioned to his back - clamps on his tits - naked as a jaybird, sweating like a pig and now sporting a woody of mammoth proportions. The tit clamps burned; but they were more erotic than painful. It felt like two rods piercing through his tits pushing them out - holding them tight. His mind was analytical; but at this moment he was overcome by the sensations. He just felt his body reacting. By the time he finished 3 more circuits, his cock was dripping long strands of precum and his tits felt like they were jerking him off. He was on the edge. "Well you didn't even stop to have me remove those clamps - boy - it looks like they did the job", VAS chuckled pointing at the enormous erection.
VAS took the flashlight out of ROYD's mouth and released the strap binding his arms behind his back. VAS told ROYD to bend over and then reached down and pulled the butt plug out with a pop. The tit clamps were next. As VAS released them slowly, the blood rushed back into the crushed nubs filling every nerve ending with renewed and aggravated energy. ROYD yelped out; but otherwise held the sensations inside. His dick jerked violently; but did not erupt - that would come later.
VAS took ROYD over to one side of his back patio. He told the naked, sweat drenched bodybuilder to spread himself wide and clasp his hands behind his head. With little warning, VAS turned on his garden hose and proceeded to hose down the muscular man in front of him. ROYD rubbed the chilly water over his muscle sculpted figure - it felt good, rejuvenating. VAS played a little with the hose - sending a moderately strong stream of water up the bodybuilders ass hole - letting ROYD evacuate in a bucket until the stream ran clear. Next VAS positioned a strong stream on ROYD's pecs and tits - the water bounced off the tight flesh and hard nubs like bullets off Superman's chest. The cock and balls were another story. VAS had ROYD dancing around in no time flat as he aimed the stream from the hose onto the sensitive erection and tightly packed scrotum. VAS lingered for almost 20 minutes hosing ROYD down. They both enjoyed the sensations. As the sun rose, VAS took ROYD into the house so the bodybuilder could make breakfast.
Breakfast was clean and easy: egg white omelet with cheese, fillet mignon, fresh fruit, toast, coffee. VAS put ROYD's portions in a stainless steel dog bowl which he placed beside the table at his feet. Initially, ROYD had some problems eating out of a bowl like a dog; but now he just let go and felt his pure animal nature come through, He had a collar around his neck and VAS would pat him on the head and scratch him behind his ears and on his neck - it felt great and although he still had a problem with other men seeing him eat a meal like this - when he was alone with VAS - it was a release that he thoroughly enjoyed. VAS' enjoyment came with his coffee service. He would tease ROYD into a burning erection and then have the muscle head masturbate until he shot a load of hot bodybuilder cum into his coffee. VAS called it his private reserve coffee creamer. The massive hulk could shot huge loads so VAS would have a glass handy to catch the overflow. He'd add milk to the bodybuilder cum, stir it with a spoon and let ROYD drink it down - an excellent protein drink. ROYD would then stir VAS' hot coffee with his still hard dick - that was an amazing feeling. His prick was still aroused and the nerve endings still sensitive from the ejaculation and now being dipped into a hot liquid really sent waves of intense pleasure through his loins. Both men enjoyed breakfast.
After breakfast, VAS took ROYD into the backyard for some Landscaping work in the heat and humidity of summer in Brisbane. There were 15 bags of mulch that needed to be hauled into the yard, spread and raked in. Cutting the grass and raking. Trimming the palms and hedges and digging a drainage ditch along one side of the house. About 4 hours of work in the hot sun. ROYD would work bareass naked with only boots, work gloves, a steel neck chain and plenty of sunscreen to protect his freshly waxed skin. VAS came out periodically to hose the work horse down and when he needed motivation, a cat o'nine tails found sensitive areas to make an impression. ROYD worked all morning and into the early afternoon. VAS gave him 2 rest periods of 10 minutes and a dozen water breaks. Between the bottled water and hose downs - ROYD stayed hydrated; but the heat, humidity and hard work did have an effect on the bodybuilder. By the time VAS called a halt to the detail, ROYD was spent. He was soaking wet with sweat, grimy from the dust and dirt and generally pretty gnarly. The hose came in handy and VAS let ROYD use some soap and a hard sponge to get himself clean.
ROYD was taken into the house and into VAS' dungeon. VAS locked ROYD in a cage for a rest period. ROYD enjoyed these times alone in restricted space. The cage was larger than most but still required ROYD to squat not stand and he could not stretch out. This quiet time gave ROYD a feeling of release. He had nothing to worry about, his size and power could guarantee that there would be nothing he could not physically handle. His only concerns during these visits was his difficulty in being humiliated just for the sake of humiliation. He did not spend all that time in the gym, suffer all those pains that only bodybuilders really understand - to have it ridiculed. He had confidence in himself and also had gained confidence in VAS, that he would not be "hung out to dry." ROYD had come a long way in the 10 years he had been allowing VAS to take over control of his actions for these 3 days. He had come to not just enjoy these challenging days; but actually crave them.
Two hours later it was time for some cocktails and also time to bring ROYD out to "play." ROYD made VAS a Bourbon and water and then stood by for further instructions. There was a knock at the door and ROYD strode over to answer it. Four of VAS' friends were here for a special cocktail hour entertainment. In the back of the men, stripped naked and being dragged forward by a leash attached to a golden PA piercing his cock head was MARKUS RUEHL. ROYD had met MARKUS once before. He was a huge bodybuilder that was also an accomplished wrestler. ROYD knew what was in store for him, he was going to wrestle MARKUS for the amusement and pleasure of VAS and his friends.
The two huge musclemen were taken into the Sun Room where they were each displayed in static displays where the gentlemen could see and prod them. ROYD was put into a black leather jock, strict leather hood and wrist and ankle restraints all chained to a frame which allowed his movement so he could flex his muscles and respond to the numerous prods on his body. MARKUS was placed in a cage that held him by the neck upright. He was wearing a full body shackle that allowed limited movement. The gentlemen enjoyed drinks and cigars as the two huge muscle freaks faced each other and hurled taunts at one another. It was a good start to an afternoon of muscular exertion and glorification. The two gladiators were released and taken into VAS private gym where they were stripped down and set upon each other. This was a no holds barred match. No rest periods. The match would continue until submission.
Both combatants were in excellent physical condition. ROYD had been weakened a little by his hard labor in VAS' garden that morning; but that did not significantly affect how the two huge muscle heads went at each other. Crotch shots, slaps, punches, pinching, twisting, biting - it was all good. Grunts, yelps and shouts came out of the two combatants. The two Herculean gladiators went at each other for over 45 minutes. The end was quick. MARKUS got ROYD on his back, grabbed a handful of his nuts and sat his sweaty ass right on ROYD's head. He twisted ROYD's nuts until he screamed out in agony. Opening his mouth ROYD got a mouthful of MARKUS' ass cheeks. He couldn't breath - his nose was trapped in MARKUS' sweaty crack and his mouth was full of muscle man ass cheeks. ROYD tapped out. He looked up and saw MARKUS grinning down at him - the price for failure would be painful.
ROYD was ordered to bend over so his anus was viewable by all the men gathered around congratulating MARKUS. He stayed in that position until MARKUS had been eagerly and completely congratulated on his victory. He went over to ROYD and slapped his two exposed ass cheeks hard. Two red had imprints emerged from the hard hits. MARKUS leaned over and whispered in ROYD's ear - "That's my brand on your ass, bitch - you're mine to play with until I'm satisfied - now get on all fours, muscle toy!"
ROYD could feel the heat rising in his face. He knew his naked, hairless hide was starting to glow red - and not just on his ass cheeks. He had lost - that was embarrassing enough; but what was to follow was humiliation that he would have a difficult time contending with. MARKUS was anal focused - he liked to play with a man's ass and he wasn't gentle. MARKUS had ROYD restrained butt up on his shoulders so he could enjoy the sight of the huge bodybuilder's ass exposed to his appetites.
Over the next hour, ROYD endured dildo after dildo being rammed up his ass chute. Fat black butt plugs were seated and ROYD was compelled to duck walk around the room displaying his shame while stretching his ass. Finally MARKUS greased up his hand and forearm and pushed it up into ROYD's already tortured hole. ROYD screamed out at the intrusion but took the fisting like the athlete he was. It was a challenge and he was a strong man. He took it like the muscle man he was. VAS and his friends and even MARKUS was impressed with ROYD's stamina and masculine grace under pressure.
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ROYD had his head bowed, looking at the floor, hand behind the small of his back. VAS brought ROYD over closer to his chair and then put him in a stress position of a modified wrestler's bridge so that he could use the big guy's belly as a cocktail table. VAS liked to put ROYD in this position because it placed all of the muscle head's body at his disposal. He could play with the tits, balance his cold drink on the belly while slapping the nuts or fingering his hole and there was always that mammoth cock to play with. Through practice ROYD was able to stay in this position for about half an hour - plenty of time for a good drink and some erotic play with an enormous muscle toy.
After VAS enjoyed his cocktail and playing with his cocktail table, he had ROYD do some stress posing for him. ROYD went through the poses that VAS had taught him and held each one of them until VAS released him. VAS enjoyed posing him in these stress poses because it showed off all his effort. His body was his canvas and this private exhibition was an empowering session for ROYD .
For the remainder of the evening, VAS posed ROYD in different positions admiring his incredible musculature. VAS would direct exercises in stress positions in order to observe how ROYD's muscles moved under his skin. The display was breath taking. ROYD was huge, strong and took great personal pleasure showing himself off. The massive muscle man particularly enjoyed exhibiting himself in the various muscle gear VAS always had around for him. He got off arousing himself, stretching, flexing every muscle while being displayed in the very erotic gear that was made especially to stimulate and show off a muscular man.
As the evening wore on, VAS spiced up the proceedings by incorporating some objects into ROYD's stress position posing. First VAS had ROYD present his ass to him while he messaged some anal lube into ROYD's hole. On the table next to VAS was an assortment of butt plugs of varying sizes. He started with the smallest, inserting it into ROYD's hole and then had him push out 100 push ups. VAS replaced the plugs with bigger and bigger models until ROYD's anal cavity was stretched wide and his ability to take the intrusion was being tested to his upper limit. Still, ROYD took great pride in displaying his strength and stamina to his sponsor and friend. It felt particularly manly to display a huge black plug up your ass by bending over in a stress position and holding it until VAS was satisfied with the exhibition.
After the plugs, VAS brought out two different pairs of tit clamps for ROYD to show off and exercise his meaty nipples. To accentuate the show, VAS had ROYD pull on a tight rubber hood with small eye slits and nose holes. It was confining and very sensual. The first pair of tit clamps that VAS applied was a plain pair of steel clamps that pinched ROYD's nipples. There was a chain dangling between the clamps which had the effect of moving the clamps slightly whenever ROYD moved, breathed or flexed his pecs. It caused an arousing sensation in his tits. Every breath manipulated his nipples in an erotic manner. The effect on his sex drive was immediate. ROYD's cock stood straight out, stretching the soft rubber cock ring that had been embracing his cock and balls since he arrived. VAS had ROYD stand for half an hour with his arms to his sides watching his chest raise and fall with each breath and observing the effect on the naked muscle man's hairless erection. From time to time VAS would direct ROYD to flex his pecs or bend over at the waist so that the effect of the chain was even more pronounced. The result was that ROYD's cock was throbbing in dry contractions. Long strands of glistening precum stretched from the tip of ROYD's urethra down past his knees before breaking off and landing on the floor between his feet.
VAS held the most challenging pair of tit clamps for last. These little babies were alligator clips attached to a rod that held up to 10 small magnetic discs each weighing an ounce. The effect of adding the weight made the alligator teeth bit deeper and deeper into a man's tits. There was an added sadistic benefit in that if one of the disc's was held with the polarity reversed and brought up to the other discs dangling from a pair of tortured nipples, that disc would cause the other discs to twist away resulting in a dance that was really agonizing. ROYD knew what he was in for; but with masculine confidence the pumped up muscle head presented his chest to VAS to have the nasty devices applied to his already aroused and tender nipples.
The sharp steel alligator teeth bit down into the hard muscle nipple. ROYD threw back his head and groaned as VAS snapped the second clamp onto ROYD's other tit. The agony was instant and considerable. ROYD shut his eyes tight and let out a deep growl acknowledging the considerable pain shooting through his pecs. Like hot pokers applied to his nipples, the clamps bit down into raw, sensitive tit flesh and set his pecs on fire. There was only one disc dangling from the end of each clamp - 1 oz that felt like 10 lbs to ROYD's tormented tits. VAS had ROYD stand a parade rest with his arms behind his back. The bodybuilder stood there dropping his chest to ease the agony. ROYD could feel sweat streaming from his hairless pits down his ribs and over his thighs. He let himself drift into that headspace that bodybuilders know when they hit a wall in training. Take the pain into yourself, feed off it, make it fuel your stamina, feed your will. VAS told ROYD to jiggle his pecs, he complied and the effect was electric. His tits were now in an arousal state that only a few men can imagine. His cock was rigid and flexing with each pec flex. The erotic reverie was intense and illogical. How could this severe agony in his nipples produce such a huge rush of sexual energy. A rush that had his cock hard and flexing uncontrollably.
VAS played with ROYD for another hour, adding weight discs to the clamps feasting on his nipples. He also played with the reverse polarity of the magnetic discs to make the whole tit clamp mechanism dance wildly on ROYD's chest. The result was a harsh twisting and pulling on ROYD's ravished tits. The bodybuilder's cock maintained a rock hard erection throughout the session. ROYD knew how to please both himself and the man who was using him. It was a symbiotic association and both men fed off it to their own personal stimulation and satisfaction.
When VAS was satisfied with ROYD's workout - he removed the tit clamps gently and slowly massaged the tormented nipples until they were standing straight out and back to normal. ROYD groaned and moaned at VAS' astute touch. His cock was twitching and throbbing at every touch - the precum leak had not subsided and was now very strong. VAS moved over to ROYD and started to lick and suck on the huge muscle man's tits. ROYD flexed his pecs and offered his nipples to VAS to feast on. While he was sucking on ROYD's tits, VAS' hand was working the huge erection - slowly masturbating the bodybuilder to a climax. ROYD flexed his knees and thrust his pelvis forward in an attempt to help VAS to get a good grip on his sex tool. VAS knew how to work this muscle toy and took great pleasure hearing the moans of sexual pleasure coming from the bodybuilder in his grasp.
It didn't take too long for ROYD to reach the edge of an orgasm; but VAS caught the sign just in time. He slapped ROYD's nuts hard and bit down on one of his tits. ROYD pulled back and sucked in a big breath. He knew how VAS enjoyed holding him off and it actually got him even more excited. VAS brought ROYD to the edge twice more, each time interrupting the sexual frenzy of the muscular behemoth with a hard slap to the nuts. Finally VAS brought ROYD to full orgasm. It was a huge sexual release. ROYD's cock contracted in a tight spasm over and over again pushing white strands of potent muscle man sperm erupting from the tip of his dick. VAS caught most of it in a glass and then sucked down on the heaving muscle head's tender cock to draw out ever last drop of the intoxicating liquid. ROYD was moaning and shivering in the last throes of his enormous orgasm. When the last drop of muscle cum had been drawn from his exhausted body, ROYD slumped down on one knee and then finally collapsed on the floor at VAS' feet.
VAS went off to the kitchen and filled the glass with ROYD's sperm splattered inside with cold milk. After stirring it, he returned to the worn out bodybuilder and gave it to him to drink down. ROYD devoured the liquid. He liked the taste of his own cum and this batch was produced by powerful forces. It tasted great. After a rest period of an hour when ROYD just laid at VAS' feet serving as a foot rest while VAS read his newspaper - VAS prodded him up and took him into the garage where a rusty old set of free weights served as ROYD's forced exercise equipment.
VAS watched as ROYD pushed out a series of exercises. Every exercise executed with just one rep to exhaustion. Then the next exercise. 12 different exercises in all. Each one executed with only one rep and done to exhaustion of that muscle group. The process took almost two hours to complete. VAS allowed ROYD to relax in between exercises so that he could recoup. Even so, the naked, hairless bodybuilder was dripping sweat and totally exhausted at the conclusion. VAS took ROYD out onto the back patio and hosed him down. It was late and the cool evening sea breeze dried ROYD's slick skin while VAS relaxed on a chaise.
ROYD was tied spread eagle to the guest bed and left to rest and sleep if he could. He would be flying home early the next day; but he was sure that he would be interrupted during the early morning hours when VAS came in for his sexual release. ROYD enjoyed these hours. He enjoyed these visits.
Early the next morning, VAS came in and released ROYD. He took him into his dungeon to meet one final challenge. ROYD was told to do a handstand - when up in position, ROYD's ankles were tied and his legs spread wide apart. His balls were then secured and stretched out hard by a bungee chord attached to the ceiling. VAS then took out a bundle of canes tied together. He flogged ROYD for the better part of half an hour until the bodybuilder's physique was glowing red from his neck to his butt cheeks.
After the canning, VAS would put ROYD into a g-string, muscle tank and flips and drive the muscle stud down to the local nude beach so that they could enjoy a day enjoying the Australian summer sun. ROYD's reddened back was a topic for discussion and he really enjoyed telling it like it is. The proud muscle head never made up stories; but came right out with the fact that he had just been flogged and was proud to display the results. ROYD's nude physique was a focus point on the beach and he showed himself off with pride and pleasure.
The two men spent a great day at the beach. It was a perfect way to conclude ROYD's summer stay. That afternoon, VAS took ROYD to one of Brisbane's hot bars where he exhibited the muscle toy in a tight pair of leather shorts, chain harness encircling his substantial chest and the leather collar ROYD had worn his first night. He got a lot of free drink offers and had his tits pinched and pulled by just about every patron in the bar. At 6:30 ROYD and VAS drove back home, where VAS hosed his muscle boy down and then laid out a jock, shorts, white sports shirt and sneakers for ROYD to put on. He took the colossal hunk out for a very fine dinner at one of the area's most popular restaurant. They sat upstairs on an outside deck with an unimpeded view of the City. It was cool and peaceful. After dinner, the two men returned to VAS' residence. VAS went out onto the back patio while ROYD went into the guest bedroom and stripped down. After fixing his sponsor a brandy on the rocks and fetching one of his cigars from the humidor, ROYD joined VAS on the patio.
VAS took in the naked muscular specimen of manhood relaxing next to him. VAS asked his companion if he needed anything. ROYD said he would enjoy a big bowl of ice cream. VAS told his muscular companion to go in and get what he wanted. ROYD returned with a huge bowl of ice cream. VAS smiled at ROYD and said, "Don't you think that needs a nice topping to finish it off?" ROYD knew what VAS had in mind and immediately stood up - started working his cock until it was rock hard and proceeded to masturbate until he reached a huge orgasm. The quivering muscle guy shot stream after stream of muscle man jism onto the top of his ice cream. A protein topping. ROYD gobbled it down to the last drop.
After a good night's sleep and a fantastic al fresco breakfast, VAS dropped his muscle toy off at the Airport. ROYD would remember this visit as he flew home. The heat and discomfort he still felt on his back underscored the challenges he had met and triumphed over during this visit. It seemed to give him an empowerment for his manhood that nothing else could. He was already looking forward to VAS' next call.
Friday, September 4, 2009
That would be so hot to have that job of applying the color and oil to a naked bodybuilder.
I wish he never need to cover his cock. He uses a shirt to cover it instead of his hand, it must be really big and long. That is a combination that never exist big muscled bodybuilders with big long cocks.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
And that's how I met Royd and Vas!
Travel Diary -- NYC bathhouse
I was back in NYC for a quick visit and being a total pig, I stopped at the _______ club. I have mixed results at that place. Sometimes it's really great, sometimes it's slow as hell. I like to get piggy there and usually during the daytime or early evening, people are usually tame there, so I like to shake things up. I had my room door open and a fresh can of Crisco opened on the little side table I had my Jumbo Jack dildo with me and was playing with myself as people walked by. It's funny how people react - some guy rush by not wanting to look. Others slow down to watch but don't come in. Other guys come into your room who you don't want and you have to send them away.
A short muscle guy, about 5' 8", completely hairlessly, huge pecs and thighs, maybe about in his late 40's, kept looking in the room but kept passing by. I assumed that he wasn't interested. Finally he stopped in front of my room and started to play with himself under his towel, I continued to jam the dildo in my ass and motioned for him to come in. He came into the room and dropped his towel. He was larger than I expected -- 7.5" erect and pierced with a huge PA. Usually these muscle guy are so hopped up on steroids that their dick shrinks. He took over shoving the dildo in my ass and told me so suck his pierced and hairless cockringed dick. I didn't want to be impolite since I invited him into my room so I started sucking his cock.
He didn't close the room door all the way and a buddy of his peeked in. He looked like he was in his 50's (I almost never like playing with older guys). He asked if he could he come in. The muscle guy looks at me and I nod to him (not wanting to remove his hardened dick from my mouth. The older muscle guy comes in and closes the door. The older guy takes over shoving the dildo in and out of my ass and the muscle guy makes himself comfortable on the bed in the room. The muscle guy finds my poppers and he takes a whiff, gives me one then passes them to his buddy. He then passes the older guy the can of Crisco and tells him to open my ass up for him. I'm on my hands and knees, doggy style on the bed, sucking the muscle guy off and the older guy takes the dildo out of my ass. He starts packing it with Crisco. All the dildo play has gotten me pretty open and his smallish hand slips right in.
"Oh, you're going to love his ass. It's nice and hot and loose," my anal invader says to his friend.
"Open that shit hole open for me. You know I like `em loose," my anal invader commands.
The older guy makes a fist and reams my hole with it, circling it around - not going all the way in. I'm moaning like crazy and he starts milking my dick and balls. The muscle guy is getting off on all of this and starts to shoot his load into my mouth. I start sucking wildly and he's furiously fucking my face. He calls out not for me to swallow and leans down for me to share his sperm with him. He drinks from my scummy mouth, hoping to get more of his jism. He tells his buddy to switch positions. As they squeeze pass each other in the small room, he offers his older buddy his tongue with his spunky communion on it. The older guy huskily sucks his tongue and says, "Thanks Royd". The older guy had a thick dick, about 8" long and offers it to me. Again I gladly take it.
The muscle guy rubbed my bruised ass lips with his thick fingers. They ache to have them inside. He greases his hand and tells his older friend to give me some poppers. The older guy places them under my nose and I inhale deeply. I can feel the muscle guy shove three then four fingers into my mancunt. I tell him wait a minute. He doesn't take them out but goes no further. I take another hit of poppers and tell him to go ahead. He slowly pulls his fingers half way out of my ass then tucks his thumb under his hand and slowly slides his hand in. I start rocking my ass on his hand and I can feel his hand slowing slip into my hole. I call out for more poppers and the older guy continues to give them to me.
I continue to rock back and forth on his arm and unexpectedly his hand goes in. It took me by surprise and a cry out. This excites the muscle guy and he starts to flex in fist in my asshole. His hand is large and I ask him not to go much further in. He continues to flex and slowly move his hand around. I start to feel a little uncomfortable with his hand in my ass and I ask him to remove it slowly. He pulls it out and wipes my ass off but tells me not to get up. He calls his older friend over and tells him to cum in my ass. The older guy comes around behind me and quickly pops his dick in my ass. A couple of quick thrusts and he cums what feels like a quart up my ass. The muscle guy clamps his lips on my ass hole and sucks his friend's jism and Crisco out of my ass. The older guy milks my dick till I cum. I thank them both and after they clean off they both leave. I was quite tired but happy. And that's how I met Royd and Vas!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Vas' Weekend Mission : The Finale
So, you still like sittin’ here in my crotch, eh? Suits me. Just get in here a little closer. I like to cozy into muscle too. Tell me how much you love these pec mountains of mine. Yeah…that’s what I like to hear…God, they are hard fuckers aren’t they? Here, I like to bounce them, each of them separate like that. Yeah, rotate your hands like your twisting two knobs – harder – harder – god that turns me on. How many times to I have to say it – you won’t hurt me this weekend – won’t even come close…harder…oh, fuck, that turns me on. Something else isn’t it? You gotta get your palms up under these monsters to get the full effect – hold those hard slabs man. Sure…just try to push them in…just try. Push ‘em…hard as a rock. You can never push these babies around when I flex them like that. Fuck, nobody can. Hell, you can’t even push these suckers up can you? Damn right it’s a mind blower. Makes me harder than hell too. Yeah, I know you feel it. Yours isn’t exactly soft either, buddy. Now turn those knobs some more …harder… yeah… damn… damn…ouhhh…when you suck on these tits you’ll be in another world, I can guarantee you that. Hell, so will I! Look at those striations – you know – all those lines of muscles that make these things look like huge rocks with gorges and lines. Take your time and trace ‘em while I flex them…see how they spread out from the crevice? Sexy isn’t it…that’s what they talk about in bodybuilding…And you’re the lucky one that really is getting the full treatment right now…. This is what guys really lust over when they see me…shit…and I’m not even doing stand-up posing yet. Wait until later…you ain’t seen nothing yet. That’s right, bury your face in there…harder…here ‘lemme push you in a little more…you like Superman’s pecs? That’s all I need to know. Hell, you’re a pretty cute guy, too, you know. I don’t necessarily need another muscle man to get horny with. Or to kiss for that matter. Sure. Ohhh…you’re good… Yeah… take charge…I like that…. uhggmmm…mmmmm …mmmm…mfff…mmmmmm… I can see we’re gonna have a great weekend…you’ve got some suction power there buddy…I know where else we can use that. I see you like these delts too. They are something aren’t they? I love to work them and burn them into monsters… I’m not done yet either. Huge? You bet! Ripped, too…here…sure, feel them to your heart’s content. See how your arms have to go way out there to grab onto to them? Makes you feel a little small doesn’t it? That’s okay…most guys do. See…when I flex them how they dip and tie into the bicep like that? Yeah, that crevice is a turn-on; I like to feel it myself. You can put your cock into that later, too. Incredible power in these delts, man… that’s one of the reasons why I can bend steel bars… Ya’ gotta lift steel to bend steel…is what I say. Yeah, I agree this muscle talk is one hell of a turn-on. Oh yeah, you’ll want to get your ass up onto my bicep here…drive your cock into my delts, traps and neck muscles and fuck all that with me pumpin’ my biceps into your ass. That is pretty cool. You’ll lean over, hanging onto my head and hair, and fuck these muscles as hard as you can for a feeling you’ll never forget. Then, when that’s got you drained, I’ll move you over onto the back of my neck, your legs over my shoulders and you’ll fuck my neck muscles with your hard cock jammin’ me in the back of my neck, while ridin’ me on the shoulders and grabbin’ my head. You’ll love that too. I’ll bounce you up and down and really make you pound your cock into my neck muscles real hard. Hope your cock doesn’t get too bruised. That’s a joke, buddy. You really do like my plans don’t you? Sure, they’re gonna happen! You got two days with Superman, your Muscle God--your personal Hercules! It is fuckin’ fantasy come true, I know… you’re totally wired for me. By the way, grabbing my head can be like hanging onto one big huge muscular cock head. Think of it as fucking and pumping more rock hard muscle. Anything goes here when it comes to big muscle. And you sure do like big muscle. Yeah, keep grindin’..and humpin’ these abs…no, you’re not gonna wear me out… I’m just gonna keep pushin’ back when you push yourself in… Oh-oh – I said traps and you look like you went into overdrive. Even though we’re sittin’ down, feel how hard I can make them with a most muscular. Feel those sons-of-bitches. Look how they swell and rise like that. Damn, I am so proud of these things. Yeah, I know they feel huge to you--and really hard. I know. I made them that way. And I’m not even lifting right now. See how they tie into this awesome neck and the delts? They’re like stone mountains that are immoveable and, like Superman, fucking powerful. Yeah, and really sexy. No shit…I always feel really sexy when I do a most muscular and these things just rise up like mountains from an earthquake. You can feel, push, punch, massage these things forever and I won’t mind…for me, it’s like strokin’ my cock. Do it long enough and I’d have an orgasm. Damn right I just got harder. Sometimes I think my traps are tied to my cock. Go ahead and stand up…this chair will hold…and let’s get those pants off you before you burst out of them…hey, not too fast here or you’ll fall off… I’ll hold you up while you do one leg at a time. Damn…nice cock there…let me work on it a bit for you. You hold my head tight and I’ll hold your butt nice and tight – you let me do the work. Remember, this is another place for you to fuck. No, you’re not going to fall…I’m making sure of that – that’s what all these muscles are for…remember? Relax…Ummmm….I do like a hard man…ummm. Shit buddy…you shot another load there pretty quick…but then, I knew how to get you off, too. Yeah, I do know how these muscles really turn you on…now you gotta clean me up.Yes…yes…now you’ve got some more places to lick…my muscles like your vacuum-cleaner tongue...go for it…oh god…pulling my hair with your teeth…jeez…you’ve found another button…oh god. Now suck all that clean…yeah…get those tits… harder…damn right they’re hard…like everything else. Damn…you do know what to do with your tongue…I love it…get that tight crevice when I flex these pecs again….yeah bury your face in there, shove it in…here, I’m gonna help you shove it in….don’t worry, I’ll let you breathe…You like it when I surround and smother you with these huge hard arms don’t you? Yeah, no shit! Glad you like my smell…I thought I’d bring you a day’s worth of sweat without a shower…thought that might turn you on. We seem to be a good match all around. You missed some cum on my neck up here…and over there…and lick my beard good…and I’ll take a kiss while you’re at it… ummmm… ummmmm… ummmm. You can kiss a little harder…I like it that way…give your muscleman what he wants…ummmm…yeah.So you like to hold my head in your hands and rub your fingers on my bald too…no, you’re not going to move my head either…these neck muscles are really powerful, remember? Turns you on to massage my head and neck? Go on. Turns me on too and feels damn good. More…just try to muscle me around…see…how fuckin’ strong I am. Damn right these neck muscles will bulge…see that…feel those cords…you do have a thing for my neck muscles don’t you? Yeah, workin’ this neck is like pumpin’ a really huge thick cock…and you’ve got my fantastic traps right next door – so it’s a feast isn’t it? I thought so. Go ahead and feel this man meat all you want…we got all weekend and it feels damn good to me…here’s a most muscular. Shit, you’ve never even seen Superman do this have you? That’s why I’m called a Muscle God…I get off on it…big time. Hey, how about we go check out the bed and you can check me out a few other ways – and, besides which, I gotta few other things to show you that I think you’ll really like. Remember our deal…I’m carrying you…that is if you want to be carried…I thought so. Up you go…yeah, you got the idea now…wrap your arms around my neck I’ll hold you even closer and tighter…yeah…I like, like this too…hell, I’m your Superman and that’s what I do, right? No shit, everything seems to turn you on. I’m gonna need help getting’ my pants off. You sit on the edge of the bed here. I warn you…you’re gonna have to really work at getting’ these things down off this muscle ass and these massive quads. You like my basket, eh? So do a lot of judges. Hell, a lot of my competition can’t keep their eyes off me either. Wait till you see what I pack… I think you’re gonna be real happy. Oh, yeah, you have been sittin’ on my slithery baby anaconda already so you got some idea. No way…not exaggerating…you’ll see. Stand sideways? Sure. Oh, I see…you grab me by the back side and grab my basket from the side…humm…different…yeah…but you are getting more leverage…no, that’s not too hard… Yeah, you can beat on my basket if you want…now that’s a turn on…damn…you got me going…rough, yeah….Jesus….okay, here’s a double bi…like that, eh? Of course there’s a lot to feel, we got all weekend…so take your time… Damn right my cock’s hard…this stuff turns me on too…you make me want to fuck your hand the way you’re tryin’ to jam and push my cock around there…keep doing…it…yeah… nah...not ready to get off yet… Ohhh...I like that rough stuff though…yeah, man. Check out these abs I’ll give a flex here and you can feel the ridges even more…yeah, I got just the right amount of hair, not too much, not too little – I sure as hell don’t want to cover-up the ridges. Fuckin’ awesome isn’t it? Yeah, I’ll shave before competition, but it grows back in pretty quick...I know I’ve got a lot of testosterone. Well, that’s the button…now the zipper…over the hill as they say…that’s the easy part…now you gotta get these over my glutes and I’m not gonna help you. Hell, my hard cock is gonna probably add to the problem too right? Of course, you like that kind of problem. Shit, I want all of my bulges to be big. Yeah, I know I’m not exaggerating that either. I agree, basket worship is an art…it’s an incredible turn-on…great foreplay and I love to be the receiver. Technically, my underwear is really my posers I like to wear onstage. Sexy as all get out, eh? They could be looser, especially through my ass crack, and they sure as hell don’t hold me in, especially when I’m hard…you can tell that already, I know. The blue matches my eyes. Glad you like them. I brought along some other really great posers and straps we can experiment with later. I never have a smooth look in competition, no matter what I wear…always have cock and ball bulges. I know I get extra points from some judges. Shit, if looks counted, I sure as hell get a lot of points from my competition! Yeah, getting down on your knees is good idea…you’ll need the leverage. You’re gonna have to pull down harder and work your hands around to my ass at the same time. I know you get distracted. Hell, I’m one big distraction for you aren’t I? That’s what a real muscleman like me is all about, right? Yeah, you did want Superman and now you’ve got him! And you’re doing what a hell of a lot of guys have wanted to do all their lives…stripping Superman in the flesh! You almost got it…another tug…there. I guess you like my posers…you can chew on them all you want…or is it my cock? Hey, you can nuzzle my basket all you want but don’t forget you gotta get me out of these pants here so we can keep going with the program here. Thank you. It’s great to be outta those things and get some stretching in here…yeah, it does look like a big blue tent doesn’t it? These things stretch pretty easily especially when you’re as big as I am. Fuck, that’s one of the reasons I buy some of them loose…for the effect. Go ahead…it’s a joy stick…the best kind of joy stick. I think it is real sexy too. There’s more to unwrap. Like chewin’ on tent pole knob isn’t it? Yeah, it’s thick…thick as hell… Oh your mouth is hot…shit…suck harder….chew…feels like I’m bust through these things…oh yeah…keep suckin’…I like that two-handed grab – hummm… I’ve got muscles in my cock, too, as you’re gonna find out soon…lots of them…cords, muscles, veins…thick and hard…just like it is supposed to be…there are nights and days where I think I could go on forever. It’s that Muscle God testosterone thing again. Okay, go for it….pull ‘em down…I gotta get out… I have a some posers that are made so I can just rip them off…it’s a cool effect…but these aren’t one of them…you’re going to have take these down…hope you don’t mind…I was sure you wouldn’t. There…yes! Lemme shake this all out and give you a pose…this is my side chest…whadya’ think? Cat got your tongue? Here’s another most muscular with a rock hard muscle cock included for your viewing pleasure. Here’s the ab and quad flex…I thought you’d like that. Go ahead… I can hold the flex…let your hands go anywhere. Yeah, the sweat is like oil…that’s the idea…whadya’ think now? I can pump and flex all night as long as you don’t mind the sweat. I’d suggest you slow down a little for the full effect. We’re gonna come back to my cock in a few minutes before I go crazy here. So, am I everything you expected? What do I feel like to you? I thought so. Wow! That much? Damn, you sure do like muscle… Fuck, you really know how to worship a muscleman too. It sure is nice to feel appreciated, especially in a private audience like this. This muscle talk really it for you doesn’t it? It’s a trip for me…I’m eatin’ it up. Let me show my back…it’ll blow your mind. This is a called a rear double biceps. Looks like a lot of big snakes in a bag doesn’t it? See how I can get them to move around. Yeah, feel all that…something isn’t it? I pump ‘em up like this…up and down and get it all to bounce out into even more cuts. Damn right it’s awesome. I’m addicted to working on my back…I got more power in my back than you could imagine…this all fuckin’ hard, hard muscle built like steel by movin’ a lot of steel. Thought you like those peaks and valleys on these arms…yeah, more striations…striations and mass...striations and mass…that’s what its all about…that’s what you’re feeling right now buddy…that’s what your hands are feeling…yeah, you can beat or pound that too…won’t make any difference to me…it should be a turn-on… You’re pounding on Superman remember? Watch that cock of yours…you’re not getting into my ass…not yet anyways…maybe later…I don’t care how hard you are…yeah, I know you’d liked to be crushed that way, too. That’s my Christmas tree…sure does…ties into these lats…look at these. Here’s a back lat spread for you…that’s why they call it a cobra spread. You’ll never get your hands around all that…that is huge hard muscle…glad you like it…it’s what gives me my V shape. Sometimes I can’t believe the power in my back. Wait until I do my push-ups…and you’re laying on my back and all down my butt and legs. You won’t believe what see and feel…muscleman heaven… Your hands won’t believe what they’re gonna feel…your eyes won’t believe what they’re gonna see…and your cock will be so hard its gonna ache to blow. Talk about grindin’ into me…you’ll wrap your arms around my chest, try to grab my pecs…better yet, try to grab your own hands or wrists and just pull yourself into me and… Hell...try to hump yourself right into my muscles. Now that will be one very hot scene, buddy. It takes hours in front of mirrors during pumps to get the back poses just right for the cuts…and lots of photos. Damn straight…most guys would give anything to have these shoulders and back, these lats and then to have a waist this small…that’s what makes me a winner in competitions…proportion, mass, and cuts. As I say, you’ve got yourself a total Muscle God package here this weekend. Get this, when I go to bar bending tomorrow, we’ll be in front of the mirror. You’ll be behind me…standing on stool, of course. We’ll be naked as jay birds. You’ll drape your arms over my shoulders and lay them on top of my arms. You can feel my biceps and delts and back muscles real good that way. I’ll start bending the bar into submission and you’ll get to feel all these muscles sweat and swell up into their rock hard huge glory as I power pump them. While all that is going on, the icing on the cake is probably going to be your cock fuckin’ and jammin’ itself into my lower back muscles, right in the center crevice of muscle ridges going down my back. If you’re like most other guys, you’ll be grabbin’ my arms and shoulders, as best you can, while I bend the bar and fuckin’ my sweatin’ back in time with the my pumps. It’ll be awesome. Alright, first thing tomorrow morning, you’ll see…muscle power, sex, lust…it all goes together, man. Oh, yeah, I like hugs…now keep that cock yours up my crack…not in…That’s right…bring your arms all the way around in front, grab your wrists, and I’ll keep my arms lifted up here a bit…yeah, that’s right…squeeze…hard …feels good to have all this thick, hard, warm muscle in your arms doesn’t it? I’m gonna drop my arms and grab you and squeeze your arms and you’ll really feel all this muscle at once. Sure, hump me all you want…we got all night. Yeah, now with both your hands grab that thick 8” steel bar of mine…jeez…that feels good… squeeze…tighter...ummmmmm...harder. Tell me what’s it like to have me as your Superman? Your Muscle God? That’s hot…got it…I hear that a lot…damn right…Mr. Olympia is on the list. Keep squeezing…and pumpin’ there…jeeeeeezzz…bar…bending…tomorrow. What else is it like to be with me? Oh yeah? Ummmmmmm. Wow…I thought you’d get into all this…damn…you’re one hell of a worshipper. Keep squeezin’…never quite had somebody like you…ahhhhhhh. Ummm….ughhhhhh….here…lemme take over…you got me goin’ here. Hang on to me around my abs…squeeze me…I’m about ready to blow. Uhmmm…uhmmmmm…uhmmmmmm…uhmmmmmm…jeeezzzzzzssuuuuuuuuuss…Fuck…fucuuuuuck…ah…ahh….ahhhh! I really needed that…whew…God, that was a good one…and there’s a hell of lot more where that came from! Whatya’ say we check these covers out…here…I’ll lift you in!
Vas' Weekend Mission
Vas is a very successful super-heavyweight amateur body-builder and makes his living as a construction worker. He is about to get his pro card. To make some extra money, he hires himself out for muscle worship sessions and other fun stuff. Vas is in his early fifties, 6’3”, 270 pounds, massive, cut, muscular, masculine and very handsome – and he knows it. While more than a bit vain, he is still very personable, friendly, and enthusiastic. This story is his account of what a recent weekend muscle worship session (somewhat unusual) was like for him with a passionate first-time client -- who could be a reader of this story:
“Yeah, I get it loud and clear…you’re really glad I’m here. Hell, no problem, we’ve got a whole weekend together and, damn, it seems like wild horses aren’t going to keep you off of me. Glad to make myself at home, don’t mind if I do. So, I guess you like what you see…god, I am proud of being a super-heavyweight bodybuilder…I’ve earned a few titles these past years and I love it when people go nuts over me. For a lot of guys, I’m their biggest and sexiest wet dream come true. I don’t mind that it all. Sure, it’s a compliment. I’ve earned it. Hell, I go nuts over me, too. Go ahead; you can go nuts over me all you want. Don’t be shy. That’s what I’m here for. I turn you on and that turns me on…that’s the way it works. We’re gonna worship me together this weekend. Yeah, no shit. I ‘m getting’ hard just thinkin’ about it. You better damn well get hard, god knows I am and I sure as hell not gonna be embarrassed about it and you better not be either. Got it? Otherwise, you’ll miss all the fun and that’s what this is all about, right? Hell, with the right guy, I’m a god damn non-stop sex machine thick with muscles. Now stop talking and help me take off this god damn tight shirt for starters. Oh, you like it when I talk about all my muscles and what I can do with them? And I’m one very powerful son-of-a-bitch, too – a fuckin’ Hercules – if you know what I mean. Yeah, I like to talk like that. Turn on talk, eh? You got it…fine with me…let’s take it where it goes…right? You wanna feel how tight the t-shirt is? Go for it buddy. Yeah, that bicep already stretches this little shirt big time…get your hands around that mountain…that’s it…underneath the sleeve…yeah, damn right its big and hard…those veins are like pencils…I’m gonna pump right now and make it bigger…watch the swell …don’t let go…go with me…two hands, not one, this is what wins competitions…feel those peaks on these these flexes…that’s it…something, eh?…shit…oh, maybe 22 right now…now, watch that swell…feel the power….gotta damn road map here don’t I? Power, man--power. Yeah, I can tell you like your men powerful. Well, you gonna have your hands full here with me. I’ve been to 23…for real…yeah, I can hold you up…see…I’m strong has hell...as you’re gonna find out big time …we’ll bend some steel bars I brought with me…you’re gonna love that…I know that will make you hard as hell, as if your not already….God, I’m making myself harder talkin’ like this. Sex, lust, and muscles always go together, don’t they? Here, wrap your legs around my waist I’m gonna pull you around here to the front and you can hump my rock hard abs all you want … I’ll hold you up with my arms wrapped around your little ass. You wrap your arms around my bull neck. Like that eh? See…god damn straight I’m powerful! What did I say? No pussy bodybuilder here! Feel these big muscles flex for you buddy! Grind that hard cock into those abs all you want …bounce into me…hard…yeah, fuck me…you won’t budge me…try it. Literally, I’m a fuckin’ machine. Yeah, I meant it that way, too. Hell, if I could fuck myself, I sure would. Good….yeah…yeah…see! Shit, you’re really into this aren’t you…keep it…going…. yeah…. yeah….hot man…hot….fuck those rocks…hard abs…you got it…man…hard as hell…just for you buddy…just for you…hang on…I still got you hard and real tight...you won’t slide down unless I let you…relax… You like being held by these big man’s massive arms right? They’re all steel, baby, steel. Hell, I don’t even have my shirt off yet….glad you like all this sweat…there’s a lot more coming your way…Yeah, I always give off a lot of heat…goes with muscles like mine. Alright guy…legs a little weak from all that hangin’ on? Sure…let’s sit in that chair and you grind yourself into my lap and crotch and fuck my abs some more while we get this shirt off. Glad you like that idea. Hey…no walking…I’m carrying you…sure…you get all the services this weekend…my pleasure… Most guys have this fantasy…they love to be held… I aim to please. Actually, I get off holding guys. What’s it feel like to be a muscleman like me? Hummm… I get lots of attention, that’s for sure… I get my pick of guys. The sex is great when I want it and how I want it…awesome. We can talk more about this at pillow talk time. Yeah, I’ll have you purrin’ like a pussy cat. Now just relax and lean back and let me get these big arms under your legs…there…your back, now…damn right that feels good…easy as hell for me…died and gone to heaven have we? I haven’t even started to walk around you with yet…God, you’re such a push-over…I love it. Yeah, I know my muscles feel real hard…like granite? They’re supposed to…just imagine them bending bars while you feel up my arms till you’re crazy with lust… hell, I’ll probably be a little crazy with lust myself…maybe tomorrow…but you’ve got some serious muscle body exploration do in the meantime… yeah…like my whole fuckin’ body buddy-boy and that will take some time, right? You’re as light as a feather to me…I’ll even bounce you up and down in my arms…there…again…shit…don’t be scared…no way I can drop you…you don’t seem to get how fuckin’ strong I am…relax….again…yeah…that’s it…you’re nothing compared to the massive weights I push around all week. This is a great chair…big enough for me and you…shaped just right…let’s try something…get those legs on either side of my waist and sit on my crotch…you’ll love that I know…get in here closer….closer…jam yourself into my crotch and you’ll feel something else grow as we go along here. Yeah…grind man…grind yourself in…I still feel hard as hell don’t I? Hell, I’m hard everywhere. It’s good you like my body heat…Hey, are those some tears? That’s okay…you’ve been waiting along time I guess…yeah, put those arms around me if you want…squeeze…yeah, you sure won’t hurt me and I bet it will feel real good. No, I shaved just before coming here…I thought you might like that…real masculine, I know…sure, lick all you want…Yeah, you’re safe, real safe with me, buddy. Like this my freaky neck? I got more cords and muscles then I know what to do with…no, your tongue can’t move them…try as you will. I don’t think anything can…yeah…I like that too. Don’t worry about the tears, let ‘em come. I have them too sometimes…we all oughta have a few tears once and while I say. I’m gonna tighten up my bear hug on you a bit – not going to hurt you – you’re protected right now – really protected by lots of massive muscles – by me – by a really big muscular handsome guy who wouldn’t ever hurt you and would beat the fuckin’ shit out of anybody that even looked cross-eyed at you. Yeah, I’ll be your Protector. Just feel all my power, man…feel it... Am I talkin’ too much? Just right? Good… Hell, even I’m getting’ into this muscle talk…more than I thought I would. Muscle God? Sure. Superman? Yeah, now that is really cool. I love being Superman. Handsome as hell, huge muscles – cut – fucking masculine as hell. And fuckin’ power, power, power! He’s my hero too. Yeah, so I’ll be Superman for you this weekend. Hey, after all, I got what you want in spades…and you’re givin’ me what I want. I love it. I’m your total package. It all works out pretty damn cool doesn’t it? Keep that lickin’ going…your tongue on my muscles, my neck, my ears, my beard, feels so damn good. Yeah, just bury your face into me…into whatever crevices up there you can find…and I know there are a lot of them…yeah, they are all hard…just for you…Oh...here’s a neck flex…yeah, amazing isn’t it? I thought you’d like that, too. Of course, damn right those muscles are like rock…and you should see the weight that I pull up in my neck lifts…maybe I can figure something out for us do together with my neck this weekend. You’ll love the bulges and feeling the incredible power in my there. Hell don’t worry about getting my t-shirt wet…it’s already got all that sweat on it…besides, we’re gonna take this thing off so you can start to really – I mean really -- get in close and personal with me and this Hercules body of mine. You’re right, I’m not exaggerating…it’s a fuckin’ fact…sorry about the pun there. Yeah, thanks for the compliment…I know I’m kinda handsome…hear that all the time…try to not let it go to my head too much…but I work with what I’ve got. That handsome? Really? Glad all this turns you on so much. I do try to take care of myself. To tell you the truth, it gets me a little light headed in front of the mirror sometimes too! A lot of us musclemen jack-off to our own muscles. I have a bitch of a time keeping my hard-on under control in competition trunks on stage. You see a lot of guys rushin’ into the john to get off fast, with or without some help. Yeah….I thought you might like to hear about that stuff. I got some great stories to tell you. Jesus, you’re insatiable…you got this humpin’ thing down don’t ya’….yeah, the harder the better...including that pistol you’re packin’ there buddy…jam it…jam it…fuck those abs….harder…shit, man, you got it going…Speaking of fucking…check out this forearm here...it’s like one big muscle-bound cock…here…let me twist it for you and can see all this shit dance…no way you’re going to get your hands around the bottom there…move ‘em up and down and it’s like you’re jackin’ me off….unreal isn’t it…no, you can’t move this arm unless I let you either…yeah I know all those tendons and cords and muscles feel real thick and tight…it’s the definition isn’t it? I know…it is fuckin’ beautiful. Wait till you feel ‘em on the forearm pull downs…man, you’re gonna faint or have a heart attack or something. Yeah, I know you can’t wait. Keep that squeezin’ up…you can feel those muscles and cords move can’t you…that’s ten times better than just watching them on stage or seeing these monsters in some damn photo isn’t it? With me here, you get to jack-off in person, real-time with real grade-A beef at your service. No more fantasy. Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe. Guys tell me that all the time. Ya’ know, chicks just don’t get it the way guys do. That’s why I like being with guys a hell of a lot more. You like my hairless arms and hands? Yeah, the only keep hair i have is on my eyebrows. You like that I'm totally hairless don't you? I like my hairlessness too--looks sexy. Big hands? Damn straight. I wrap these big suckers around steel and muscles pop out everywhere. I feel like I could crush anything these days. Yeah, feel of power of these guys. When I wrap these big boys around your cock and squeeze…you’ll have major jack-off fantasies forever. Wait till we turn the tables and I get my hands on you in a few minutes…oh, teasing you is all part of this…you love it, I can tell. Speaking of teasing…keep your hands on those forearms and feel the power of those muscles…ok, go under the shirt sleeve if you want to…we may never get the thing off…you’re one turned on mother-fucker...that’s cool…See how the sleeves get bunched up and pushed up on the delts? No way they’re gonna stay on my bicep! You should see the stares I get from dudes on the street and in the gym. I swear I’m watchin’ them cream in their pants. Think about fucking my body, like fucking every part of my body any time you want to this weekend…no shit…I mean it...like taking that hard cock of yours and jamming it into every flexing fucking muscle I got. Got you going, eh? As if you need any more encouragement I know you want to put that cock of yours in between my hairless cut forearm and my bicep and all its veins and have me pump and flex you into an orgasm…I’ll do that with no problem…milk you dry if you want. Talk about crushing you…you’ll grab onto my big fist with one hand and my head of hair with the other hand and just jam and pump yourself into the crotch of my arm muscles and think you’re in heaven again. You won’t believe how good it will feel to have all this hard muscle and thick veins surround and massage your hard cock. You’ll have a screamin’ orgasm that you’ll never forget. I promise. Superman keeps his promises! Same with my quads. These guys are freaks. You’ll be layin’ on top of me…trying to mould yourself into my hard muscles…I know… hold on…let me finish….and I’ll be buckin’ you up in the air so easy and then your hard cock will dive down in between my rock hard quads and I’ll just squeeze the hell out of you and you’ll cum again…fucking my thighs like there’s no tomorrow. My big horse of a cock, in the meantime, is just jammin’ your stomach and stomach fuckin’ you, too. Your hands are up on my delts and you’re rockin’ and jammin’ yourself into my big, rock hard muscles and we’re just havin’ one hell of a good time. You’ll be gettin’ one of those all sensory experiences that you never ever thought possible – all with my muscles and my body. Oh, hell yeah, I get into it. Wouldn’t be fun for me if I didn’t. And we might have to keep it down on account of your neighbors. Now, just fuckin’ imagine what it will be like when I let you fuck my thick slabs of pec meat. You’ve felt this crevice already and, hell, I’m not even pumped. When I’m pumped this crevice is real deep, tight and walled with thick fuckin’ hard muscle…just built to deep cradle a cock like yours. I can flex these massive babies big-time and give your cock the ride of its life…you jam it and my pecs will be the best man’s pussy you ever had…boulders, baby, boulders. Oh, yeah, my hairless chest will rub on your hard cock and give you some friction guaranteed to send you in ecstasy…hell…you’ll be so far gone you won’t know where you are. All this without any booze or shit drugs! Well, you said you wanted to hear muscle talk…glad I’m on track here…you’re just eatin’ this stuff up…and your hands seem to have a life of their own…and it feels damn good…damn good. You’re turnin’ into little humpin’ machine too, aren’t you? Sorta like a baby sucking on momma’s tit--works for me. But how are we gonna get this shirt off? Okay…that’s the easy way and I suggest we do it real slow for maximum effect. Here, let me put my arms up and you go down and start pulling on the bottom there and see what you see. Yeah, I know I my pits have muscles too. Just wait till you see ‘em without the shirt. I’m real proud of this V, too. It’s not easy to be a super-heavyweight and still have the right proportions – that’s what it takes to win competitions – yeah, I know you can see the V – that’s the idea – that’s why I like to wear these really tight t-shirts – especially for guys like you. Just pull up more…it’ll come…wait until you see those abs in my most muscular pose – you’ll want to fuck ‘em even harder. Hell, those are serratus muscles …they make me look like vents on a muscle car don’t they? See how the muscle grooves on each side match your finger spread…cool isn’t it? Yeah, you can’t move those either unless I let you. Now keep this damn t-shirt moving up if you want to see and feel these pec slabs and tits live. Shit man, you’re going to have get up on your knees…put a lot more muscle into getting this shirt up to get it up over these pecs. These pecs are my pride and joy. I love to see how huge, round, and hard they are…and feel them myself. Yeah, damn straight the tits face down…they should after all the work I’ve done. Oh yes…making me hard there, man…making me hard…feels good…ohhhh…yeah….you’ve found one of my buttons…remember that for later reference this weekend…I’ll be putty in your hands. You gotta pull out first…pull the shirt out…then up…don’t worry about stretching the shirt…I got a shit-load of these things…keep pulling…out …and …up…there. Stand up…otherwise you’re not going to get it over my delts and biceps …stand up…like I’m going to suck you off…yeah…pull…all the way off…hard…pull…over all this muscle….it’ll come….yeah…Jesus…shit…what a relief….I hate wearing clothes. Yeah, you can keep the shirt…I brought a few more with me. Now sit back down here and feel the power in all this muscle you’ve got to play with and worship – and we’re only getting started buddy. Yeah, glad you feel you’re lucky to have found me!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Vas + Royd, Two Matured Muscled Boys Having Fun!
Royd is five foot eight. He has a high and tight haircut, brown eyes, and 255 pounds of muscle. His arms bulge, his roidgutted stomach is muscled and distended. His chest is extremely pendulous and his thumb-thick nipples stick out from his well-defined pecs. He is completely smooth. There's not a hair on him from his neck down. He shaves himself carefully every day. His cock, an eight-inch tool, is thick and uncut with a wide hole at the tip of the broad head, which accommodates the thick 000 g prince albert very well. His nuts hang low and sway as he walks. He is forty eight years old. Vas is much the same as Royd, but with a shaved bald and green fiery eyes. He has the same smooth body, the same big cock, and the same low-hanging nuts. He believes himself to be older and wiser though, after all, he's in his fifties.
Royd is mine. I keep him. Keep him well. I have been away from home though. I've been gone six weeks and I won't be back for another three. My boy is lonely, and needs attention. That's why he's asked Vas to come play with him. What neither muscle boy knows though, is that the room they are about to play in has eyes and ears--my eyes and ears. There are video cameras and microphones covering the whole room. The boys are oblivious to this. They can only think of the session they are about to undertake. They enter the room and Royd tells Vas that he needs to be punished for errors in his housekeeping and that he will submit to anything that Vas commands. Vas tells Royd to strip, and the younger muscle boy obeys, showing off his soon to be punished body. He turns around and bends over, showing off his tight little butt hole. He shows Vas how he can shove his finger into his smooth hole, working it in and out. He adds a second finger, then a third, probing and opening his tight boy butt. Vas watches, almost dispassionately. He chooses a medium-sized butt plug from a nearby shelf, lubes it, and slowly walks up behind Royd. He runs his hand over the perfect mounds of Royd's ass. With a quick movement, he shoves the butt plug into the exposed hole. Royd moans softly.
Royd asks Vas to strip and play with him. Vas strips to a jock and orders Royd to the floor. Vas tells his new playmate that he is going to punish his cock and nuts. Royd sits on the floor and waits. Vas walks around him slowly and then throws down a large silver cock ring. Boy one carefully installs the ring. Next Vas walks over to Royd with a handful of plastic rods. They range from 1/8th inch to 3/8ths inch thick and all are 10 inches long. Vas orders Royd to fuck his cock with them. Royd takes one of the 1/8th inch rods and starts to play with his cock-hole with it. After teasing his hole for a few moments with the rod he shoves it down his cock. He sits for a moment, staring at his cock. It twitches and bobs as the rod slowly oozes back out of the pouting lips. Slowly, he removes it. Next, he repeats the process with a 1/4 inch rod. The 3/8ths inch rod is next, it doesn't go in easily. His cock swells as the rod is slowly fed through the slit. After he withdraws the largest rod, Royd looks up at Vas. Vas hands him another 1/8th inch rod and commands him to slide it back in. Now, add another rod, Vas commands. Shove in more 1/8th inch rods until you can hold no more. Four rods disappear into the hot cock, then five, then six. Stand up! Vas commands. Show off you hot stuffed cock. Hold it high and show off your rods.
Royd is ordered back to the floor and is allowed to remove the rods from his hot, stiff cock. Vas now hands Royd a catheter and orders him to shove it into his cock. Down it slides, stretching the skin, opening the cock hole as the inches disappear into the swollen, red cock-head. As it penetrates, Royd's piss starts to flow and he is ordered to clamp it and inflate the bulb on the end so that it cannot escape. Royd is now ready. Vas grabs him, pulls him up standing, and leads him to the center of the room. His arms are extended over his head and stretched out wide. He is secured to rings set in the ceiling. The ropes that hold him are tied around his wrists and hold him taut. Next, Vas spreads Royd's legs wide and ties them to bolts set in the floor. Royd can't move. He is spread wide, his ass is butt-plugged and waiting, his tits are ready, and his nuts hang low between his spread thighs. Vas moves to stand in front of Royd. He grabs his own cock and shows it to Royd. He grabs one of the small plastic rods and plays with his cock hole. He teases Royd with the sight of it. Suddenly, he shoves the full length of the rod down his fat cock. He pushes it down deep until the hole closes over the end of it. Vas continues to work the rod until it's fully embedded, deep in his cock. He lets it soak in him while he reaches up and plays with Royd's tits.
Royd squirms against his bonds as Vas twists his hard little tits. Slowly, the rod sneaks out of Vas' cock and Vas removes it and pushes another, larger rod, into himself, again playing with his cock hole before pushing it down. After three rods, Vas stands in front of Royd and works a catheter into his own boy-cock. He sets it so that it too cannot sneak out. Vas now returns his attention to Royd. He walks up to Royd and grabs the big nuts. He pulls them down hard and stretches the sack. Vas puts a parachute harness on Royd's nuts and adds three pounds of weight. The weight pulls Royd's nuts down deep in the sack, and Royd jerks in his bonds. Vas now adds a wide leather ball-stretcher above the parachute harness, further stretching the already stretched out nuts. Each snap sends shivers up Royd. Royd hangs stretched and butt-plugged. A ball stretcher encases his nuts and three pounds of weight pull them down. He tosses his head, wild with the sensation, and then looks at Vas, wondering what could be next. Vas is a long way from being done. He adds a set of chained tit clamps to Royd's hairless, muscled chest. Royd breaths in sharply as the tit clamps are set on his hard, dark nipples.
Vas now walks around Royd, trailing his fingers from the chained tits to the smooth curve of the ass. He grabs the butt plug and pulls it out. He inserts his fingers, two to start. He works on Royd's hot tight butt hole for a while, then adds a third finger. Royd squirms in his bonds. The weight on his balls bounces and the chain on his tits rattles softly. Vas is now working four fingers deep into that seasoned butt hole. Driving them deep, he spreads the cheeks and stretches the hole. He pulls out his fingers and slowly shoves a dildo up Royd's waiting butt. The dildo, wide and long, disappears into Royd, slowly sinking into the hot hole. Vas works the dildo in and out with long, slow strokes. Royd gets hard again. The end of the catheter dangles lazily from the tip of his erect cock. After five minutes of dildo fucking Vas shoves a larger black plug into Royd and moves back around to the front. He hefts Royd's cock and feels the tube snaking into Royd. He drains Royd into a bucket. The piss runs out while Vas brings over a small step ladder. Vas grabs Royd's catheter, clamps it, and puts a piece of clear tubing into the end. He takes the other end and sticks it into his own catheter. He steps up the ladder and unclamps Royd's catheter. He does the same to his own and watches the piss flow from himself down into Royd. Royd's eyes open wide at the sensation. When the flow stops Vas clamps both catheters and disconnects them. Now Vas removes the weights from Royd's stretched nuts, unfastens the boy from his bonds and lays him face up on a table. Again, Royd is spread out wide. His arms are tied over his head to the table legs. His knees are bent and his ankles are tied to his thighs with ropes stretching them out wide so Vas can work on his nuts, cock, and ass easily.
The final desecration of Royd is about to begin. Vas pulls the butt plug out and shoves four fingers hard into Royd. He works them deeply with plenty of lube. His hand bangs against Royd's stretched ass skin. Slowly, Vas works his thumb into the hole. Now his hand is moving toward full penetration of Royd. The hole opens and opens. Vas increases the pressure and Royd's ass-ring spreads around the wide knuckles of the hand. Suddenly, Vas' hand pops into Royd's muscle chute. The ass twitches and clasps at Vas' embedded hand. Royd lets out a long sigh. Vas stands with a rigid cock, a tube running out of it, and his hand deep inside Royd's ass. He starts to fist Royd. His pecs and his bicep flex and bulge as he starts to punch his hand into Royd's ass. He works his hand deeper and deeper. Royd lays there, dripping sweat, his hard cock standing in the air, his tits aching from the clamps, and his stretched nuts bouncing and pounding. He groans loudly as Vas begins to twist and rotate the buried hand while continuing to work it in and out of the tight ass. Vas grabs the bound nuts with his free hand and squeezes them each time he shoves his fist deep into Royd's asshole. Vas' arm sinks in past the mid-point of his forearm and Royd's body snaps tight, straining at his bonds as he endures a spunkless come.
Royd is fisted for what seems like hours. Finally, Vas pulls his hand free. Royd's hole slowly closes around a waiting butt plug. Vas removes Royd's catheter and jerks Royd's hard as steel, purple-headed cock. Royd shoots over his head, hitting the wall. Spurt after spurt shoots from Royd. His cock won't stop contracting. As Royd lays there, spent and bound, Vas stands over him so Royd can watch his large cock. Vas removes his catheter and jerks his load onto Royd's softening cock and bound nuts. Vas lets his fire-hose stream of cum drench Royd. When Vas is done, his final act before letting Royd free is to grab Royd's large, bound up nuts and slap them and squeeze them. When he is done, Vas releases the nuts, removes the tit clamps, pulls out the butt plug, and unties his slave friend. Royd sits up, plays with his cock, plays with Vas' cock, moves down to Vas' low-hanging nuts, grabs them hard, squeezes them and says, "Now you're mine asshole!!"
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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