Destined to be huge ’roided muscle boys...
The next thing we needed to do was to find some work which would allow us concentrate on training but also give us enough money to support the mountains of food we would both need and the d**gs. It was quite apparent from our time with Eddie that we weren’t going to be ‘natural’ bodybuilders. We were both destined to be huge ’roided muscle boys and that was exactly what we both wanted.
Just then, Eddie walked in and said hello. He sat down with us and asked how we were doing. Between us we explained our situation and he nodded intently. Finally he said “that all sounds about right, so you both need work and money to reach your goals then?” We both replied in unison “yes!”
“Ok, well both of you come over to my place tomorrow evening and we’ll discuss what you can do for me and let’s see if we can’t get you sorted out; see ya both tomorrow”. And with that, he left.
When tomorrow arrived, me and Mike met up at the gym and went over to Eddie’s place together. As usual, when we were let in we stripped naked and stood in the middle of the living room. Eddie, again as usual, got us both protein drinks which we gulped down and we both prepared ourselves for the latest indoctrination. This time however, we were not only given the protein drink d**g, he also came over with small syringe and quickly gave me and Mike a shot in the vein in our forearms. This sent us both into a daze. I could see the scene in front of me blurring in and out and every sound I could hear had an echo. I assumed Mike was feeling the same sensations and Eddie guided us to seats and he began.
First he spoke to Mike; “so you’ve dumped your girlfriend and job and want to be the biggest muscle head on the planet, right?” Mike nodded dumbly. “And you, Pete? You’ve jacked your job in and need money to keep training, yes?” I agreed too.
"So, here’s what you’re both going to do. You can both work shifts in the gym for me. Yes, I know you didn’t know I owned the place, but I do. That can pay for your gym training. As far as accommodation, food and gear are concerned, I’ll need you to do a bit more for me. Take these two mobile phones. Every now and then I’ll be sending you a text with an address. You’ll go round to the address and do whatever the guy; and it will be a guy, asks you to do. Do you understand?
Again, we both nodded our assent. Let me tell you how I was feeling right then. If you had asked me how I would have felt before I met Eddie, I would have been shocked and ashamed of what I was now, happily agreeing to do. But sitting in his living room, naked with my mate Mikey, I thought this was the most horny thing in the world. My cock was solid and when I looked down I could see a small pearl of precum rising from the tip.
Now for me, although it was strange, I was only being asked to do things with men, which was a natural state of affairs for me. I looked over at Mikey and he, although nominally heterosexual, looked just like me; a stonking erection with precum dripping from the head. Eddie said “I can see from your cocks that you’re both happy with the situation, so let’s get into the playroom and give you some practice of what you’re going to be up to. And afterwards I’m going to show you your accommodation. You’re both going to be living quite close to me.”
In the playroom, I soon found myself strapped to a St Andrew’s cross with a blindfold across my face, a ball gag in my mouth, and cock ring pushing my cock and balls out, a huge butt plug rammed up my ass (without much lube) and finally, and most painfully a pair of nipple clamps attached to my chest with a weight dangling from each of them. I could hear Eddie say to Mikey, “ok little puppy, you can get in this cage until I’ve finished with your buddy Pete.” I knew then that the onslaught was about to begin.
First, something like a bucket of cold water was thrown at me which made me gasp. Then I heard the sound of an aerosol and suddenly, my chest, abs and crotch were being covered in what I assumed was shaving foam. Next, I felt the razor across my lightly haired chest and down my abs. Needless to say, my cock was rock hard all of the time and even when Eddie came to shaving around the base of my cock, I was still totally horned up. Eddie then wiped me down and I could hear the sound of the cage being opened. “Mikey, get over here and suck your buddies cock. I want a good display here”. This was totally weird. I hadn’t known Mikey for long and never in a sexual sense, and here he was about to wrap his lips around my cock. Being strapped to the cross and unable to move my arms or legs made me totally vulnerable, and as I felt Mike start to work on my cock I was in a frenzy of excitement and started shaking almost uncontrollably. At the moment when I was about to explode, Eddie quickly yanked the nipple clamps from my chest and I screamed as loud as I could through the ball gag as the blood rushed into my nips. Just afterwards, my cock sprayed like a fountain into Mikey’s waiting mouth and I could feel him swallowing on the end of my cock as he gulped my cum down, almost certainly for the first time.
I was now exhausted and breathing heavily. Mikey on the hand, was about to have some more fun on his own. Just as had happened to me the previous time, Mikey was strapped to the fisting bench and Eddie got the big syringe and shoved it up his arse. I was glad Eddie had removed my blindfold so I could see all of this. Mike had another ball gag attached to keep him quiet and then Eddie proceeded to slowly slide a double headed dildo up his man cunt. He got it in about 18" and then withdrew, only to follow it up with a similar double headed number but this one thicker than the last. Again, this one went up about 18" as well and Mikey groaned a little as it reached the last couple of inches. Eddie started pumping this one in and out of Mikey’s arse and slowly but surely, the dildo worked its way in further and Mikey’s groans subsided.
The last act was amazing to watch. Eddie released Mike’s right hand and put a small brown bottle into it. He said, “you may need that to take what’s coming” He withdrew the dildo and put some lube on his right hand and smeared it all the way up to his elbow. I stood suspended from the cross and wished I was in Mikey’s place. Eddie slowly worked his fingers, then knuckle and finally his fist into Mikey’s arse. As his sphincter closed round Eddie’s wrist, Mikey exhaled violently and shoved the brown bottle to his nose and took a deep, deep breath. As the rush hit him, he smiled, groaned and giggled all at once.
“Now, remember what I gave you the poppers for boy, coz the rest of my forearm is going in next and I ain’t stopping until your ring is at my elbow.” I could hardly believe this. Remember Eddie was one of the biggest men on the planet and his forearms were massive - probably about 16" or 18" in circumference. I couldn’t believe that poor Mikey’s arse was going to be able to take all that.
Twenty minutes later I was proved wrong. With the help of lots of poppers, more lube than I’d seen in a whole weekend of sex and Eddie’s skill, his forearm was truly all the way up into Mike’s arse and he looked like a rag doll whose head was flopping from side to side d**gged up with poppers and moaning deliriously. “There you go” said Eddie. “That should prepare you for your first client.”
Six Months Later…
The last six months have been amazing. Let me tell you the routine Mike and I have been following. Eddie put us up in a room on the top floor of the building the gym was in. It was sparse without much more furniture than a bed and a couple of shelves for clothes. These days we only wore bodybuilder baggies and vests or maybe some Lycra gear depending on what clients wanted.
In the morning we’d wake up and have a huge bowl of porridge with protein drinks and some chicken breast. Then it would be training for a couple of hours and then manning the gym front desk in a rota. When one of us wasn’t on duty the other would be in the room watching porn, reading muscle magazines or just wanking. The daily steroid injections ensured our sex drive was always at the max and this also helped us when we had to go and see our clients.
But for me, it had all been worth it. When I started about 9 months ago, I’d been an average looking guy of about 170lbs. Now I was up to 240lbs at 5’ 10" and had a real bodybuilder look to me. Body fat was at about 10% so I looked pretty ripped with veins running up the inside of my thighs and along my forearms. My arse jutted out like a shelf and all the guys Eddie sent me to just loved fucking the living daylights out of it. For me the best thing was what it did for my posture. My shoulders were naturally pulled back, my lats pushed my arms out so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t easily put them at my side. But best of all, the thickness in my thighs meant that I couldn’t bring my legs together to walk properly. I kind of waddled along with my legs having to push out sideways. Passers by looked at me strangely, but I just lapped it up. I loved nothing more than being seen as a muscle freak.
For Mikey, it was even better. He’d been a little taller than me at 5’ 11" and also heavier when I met him at about 190lbs. He’d grown even more and was now a massive 265lbs. Considering he’d been the one that was straight when we started on this journey, he had certainly taken to man sex. He could easily do 2 or 3 clients a day and he’d be topping them as well. We were both in huge demand as were all the other guys that Eddie had in his stable. We’d got to know a few and train with them on occasion. Their stories were all similar to mine and Mikey’s. Normal guys that wanted to get big, then a visit to Eddie’s apartment and they were caught like flies in a Venus Fly Trap, never to escape again.
The funny thing was that whatever their thoughts before their enslavement began, they were all very happy in their new roles. It was strange talking to some of them. One guy, Robert, had been an investment banker before he’d joined the gym. Now he lived in a ratty room above the gym like Mike and I and ate and trained his way through life whilst all the time taking about 1500 mg of testosterone a week. He was now unrecognisable to his former colleagues as we discovered one day when a smartly dressed guy came asking for Robert Milner. It wasn’t clear why he came to the gym to find him, maybe because that was the last piece of news Robert had given his colleagues before he joined. It was Robert that spoke to the guy for about 10 minutes and he never even recognised him. His facial features had changed so much from the steroids and the reduction on body fat over his cheek bones and the shaved head. Hilarious!
For me and Mike, we still had another challenge. It was a fairly easy though somewhat gruelling existence. The training, almost continual eating, steroid injections and the visits to clients certainly kept us busy. As I said, not hard exactly but it was tiring. The real challenge for both of us was bodybuilding. Clients were happy with our massive muscles, but if we were to make it in the world of bodybuilding we had to think of not only size but proportion and symmetry as well. We had to get our tanning right and posing trunks as well as a routine for the stage. It was all quite complicated, and in the weakened mental state in which Mike and I found ourselves it was a tall order.
However, it was definitely what we both wanted and we kept up our routines to reach the pinnacle of the sport we both loved so much. Mike had already done a contest and won easily. He’d been about 250lbs and the next guy was taller and weighed only about 210lbs. It all seemed a bit unfair! Now it was my turn.
I’d decided to do the EFBB contest in Birmingham which was 12 weeks away. Now it was time to get the diet right so I could come in totally ripped. As I was already at 10% body fat, I didn’t have a lot to lose but I had to make sure I didn’t lose muscle too. Eddie was invaluable in helping me with the prep. He took me through my posing routines ’til I could do it without even thinking. As the contest approached, I had to get the tan right and the diet became even more strict. As I got down to very low carbs each day, my mind started to get hazy all the time and thinking any deep thoughts at all became difficult.
Thankfully, my new world didn’t require deep thought. Eddie made sure I didn’t have to do any thing at the gym that was difficult. My clients expected nothing of me other than to be compliant and a good fuck. Let’s face it, it doesn’t take much thought to take a cock down your throat or one up your arse.
Despite all this, as the day of the contest approached, I became more and more nervous and I took solace from Mike as he knew the ropes. He encouraged me to stick to the diet and took me to one side to give me support when I felt despondent. Fortunately, Eddie made sure I didn’t have too many clients before the contest. What was even better, the ones I did see we’re much hotter than the usual fat businessmen that I usually called on. These guys were usually quite hot. They were muscular, kept themselves in good condition without too much fat and had obviously trained in the past. In the remaining days to the contest, it was great to be able to focus on my training, diet, posing and tan and only have to service hot clients.
And then the day of the contest arrived and I couldn’t wait to get on stage despite my nerves…
I woke up early on the day of the contest and started packing the bag I was going to take to the conference centre where the show was being held. It was only 90 minutes drive to the show and Mikey and Eddie were both coming with me which was good as I had been de-hydrating for the last couple of days and I had a constant headache. The evening before, Eddie had taken me to his place and apart from giving me a good fucking, he also started work on my tanning as most venues weren’t keen on spray tan being used in their changing rooms. The plan was that Eddie would give me another coat of tan when we got there.
On arrival at the hall we found a spot near the back of the auditorium and set up camp. I went to find out the lay of the land as far as changing rooms etc. were concerned whilst the other two sat and eyed the talent. Eddie mentioned he was on the look out for new ‘boys’ who didn’t need so much muscle training so they could bring in cash straight away. This made both Mikey and me laugh as we couldn’t recall Eddie spending much money on either of us before he had us farmed out as muscle meat!
On finding the changing rooms I plonked myself down on a bench and started to get prepped. I still needed to eat a little during the day to keep the glycogen in my muscles so they looked ‘full’. Water was a different matter and I had to watch every drop I put in my system to avoid looking water-logged when on stage. Eddie was going to come in and help with the tan, but in the meantime, I just rested on the floor until the time I needed to do the pre-judging came.
“Eh, you, move over, I need to put my stuff down.” I quickly woke up from my nap to see a huge man standing above me. He was only 5’ 9" or so but he was almost as wide as well. He was wearing Otomix boxing style boots, grey muscle pants and a muscle top. It showed off his mass brilliantly. He was enormous and black. I tried to move as quickly as I could and made some room for him to put his gym bag down next to mine.
“What class are you in?” I enquired.
“Super heavies, and you?”
“The same” I replied. This meant we would be up against each other and this guy was going to give me a run for my money. I’d been able to maintain my weight at around 240lbs whilst losing some fat. This was no doubt down to the d**g regime Eddie had me on. I was doing about 1,500 mg of gear a week as well as 4iu of growth hormone per day. But this guy must have been about 260 lbs and he was slightly shorter than me.
“I’m Ian, Ian Weston” he said. “Peter Farlow, please to meet you. So we’ll be going up against each other then? Best of luck” I said. “Cheers mate, see ya later, I’m going to rest before the line up”.
I looked over at Ian and felt my cock start to straighten and lengthen in my pants. God, I wanted to be fucked by him. But first I had to get the show over with.
The pre-judging was fine and I felt I had done pretty well against Ian. Looking at the other guys, it was only me and Ian that stood any chance of winning at all. He was bigger than me but I had better condition and symmetry. It was going to be close. I went back to the prep room and Eddie was waiting for me. Ian was there too and I introduced Eddie to him. Eddie shook hands with Ian and put his left hand on Ian’s right shoulder. “Good to meet you Ian, I hope it won’t be the last time” Eddie had locked eyes and Ian seemed like a rabbit in the headlights. The handshake went on for just a few seconds longer than seemed comfortable for Ian. They broke the link and Ian said “Err, yea, would be good to catch up some time.” Eddie followed with “do you live here in Birmingham or down in London?”
“I-I-I live in London”. It was weird seeing Ian so unsure of himself as when I had met him, he’d certainly been the dominant one. But Eddie had this way of entering your mind; he’d certainly done it with me and Mike and now with Ian, or so it seemed.
It was going to be a few hours before the evening show when the final decision would be made. Me and Ian decided to go for a walk outside to get some fresh air. He asked me “so how does it work with Eddie and you then? You seem to have a close relationship”. I agreed with him. I didn’t want to go in to too much detail so I just said “I work at his gym and he helps me out with my training. I help him out in other ways when I can too.” That last remark just hung in the air and Ian didn’t say anything for a while.
“He’s your pimp isn’t he?”
I was speechless, I just didn’t know what to say. How had he managed to work that out? We hadn’t talked about sex at all and I didn’t think I’d been looking at Ian in any sort of lustful way. In the end I owned up.
“Yes, it’s true. But he didn’t force me to. I do it because I like it and it let’s me spend time on training and I earn a lot more now than I did in my previous job”.
I was making excuses and now and it seemed like I was trying to justify my existence. The truth was that I was doing this because of the control that Eddie had over me and although I loved man sex, I wouldn’t be doing this unless Eddie was controlling my mind. The people I’d had sex with weren’t the types I’d choose on my own. I loved rough sex with big bodybuilder guys who could wrestle me to submission, not the various businessman types with pot bellies that I usually ended up with.
“Listen” said Ian. “What d’you say we go back to my hotel room and relax together before the evening show? I got some great skunk which will relax us and we can have a bit of a play. It’ll also be with someone you find attractive rather than the trolls I reckon Eddie puts you with”
Within a second, I’d agreed and we were on the way to the hotel which thankfully was next door to the theatre where the bodybuilding show was being held. We raced to the room and I was half out of my rag top and baggies before the door had closed. Once naked we grabbed at each others bodies and Ian had his tongue down my throat and started exploring. He was aggressive and pushed me onto the bed and despite the fact that we were both equally strong, he held me down and again pressed his tongue into my mouth.
I wrapped my trunk thighs around his waist inviting him to give me a good fucking. He raise himself from me and I could survey his chiselled black features and huge puffy nipples. I grabbed them and he groaned. They soon turned into tight bullets and I continued to dial in on his radio buttons. His cock was getting harder and harder and he soon grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. A quick spit on to my arse and he manoeuvred his cock towards my hole. I knew this was going to be painful as there wasn’t much lube and sure enough, as he lunged forward I gasped and shouted “Oh, my fucking God!”
As he started to pump into me, my own ass juices got going and helped to keep me lubed up and the pain subsided and that special tingling in my prostate took over. Soon, I was screaming for him to fuck me harder and as he did so, the beads of sweat on his forehead began to trickle down into his eyes and then on to my stomach and chest. After about 10 minutes of cock ramming into my arse he finally started to get to climax and with three hard pushes he exhaled and let out a sound of triumph and release. I could feel the cum fill me up and as he slowly started to withdraw from me, I reached down to my hole and fingered it to get some of his cum. I caught his gaze and licked my fingers clean of his sperm.
Whilst he was still kneeling on the bed, I hitched myself up on to my hands and knees and start devouring his cum covered cock. My arse was pretty clean but I could still smell and taste the musky smell of my own arse as I cleaned him up.
“Wow, that was fucking fantastic” he said. “I haven’t had man sex like that for a while, if ever”
“Yes, and my hole has never been so full of cum. How about a return match back in London?” I replied.
“After the competition. Remember, we’ve still got the evening show and I’m going to whip your ass!”
“We’ll see about that” I said.
For the next couple of hours we stayed in his bedroom and played computer games on his PSP and smoked some of the skunk he had until it was time to go back to the theatre for the evening show.
We got into the prep room and helped each other with oil and tanning. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. He was in the skimpiest of posing briefs and I had the good fortune to be getting posing oil and rubbing it into his ebony skin. His body was so massive and lathering the oil on to his back was amazing. He was so expansive and his lats were U-shaped rather than forming a V. I always had a thing for a man’s thighs and his certainly didn’t let me down. Real tree trunks with veins on the inner thigh going up into his groin; and calves to die for, for a black guy they were abnormally large and bigger than some of the greats like Dorian Yates.
After he’d finished prepping me, we waited for our turn on stage. We’d been pretty evenly balanced after the prejudging so this evening was where we could gain the edge, one over the other. Next we heard our call and me, Ian and the other super heavyweights all trooped out on stage with that familiar bodybuilder walk, where the legs splay out because the thighs are too big!
To be honest, standing on stage, I had a sense of contentment after our afternoon session together and felt I could win or lose and be happy with either outcome. I somehow felt that there was a connection between me and Ian which I hadn’t felt with either Eddie or Mike. Eddie because he was effectively my employer, not only in the gym but also for pimping me out to his clients. And Mikey, although he was my training partner and we got on well because of our common ambitions for our bodies, he was fundamentally straight. He only did the man sex because of the hold that Eddie had over him and who knows how long that would last.
No, the more I thought about it, the more I saw Ian as having a large part to play in my future. Not only in bodybuilding, but also as a partner. I just hoped he felt the same. I snapped out of my daydreaming as the MC started to announce the results. He did sixth place first, then fifth, fourth and neither me or Ian had been mentioned. I closed my eyes wishing that Ian and me would be the top two.
The MC continued “And third place goes to…” the hesitation was killing me. “Dan Roberts!” I didn’t care what happened now as me and Ian were top of the tree and whoever won we would both be happy. As it turned out, I got second place and Ian came in first. I suppose the judges went for size over condition this time, either way, when the result was declared, me and Ian gave each other a big hug on stage and then walked off with arms around each other shoulders trying to hide our growing tumescence.
I glanced over to the judges as we made our way off stage and grinned as I recognised a couple of them as recent clients. Eddie had obviously tried to ‘knobble the jury’ in my favour by letting them have a piece of my ass before the show. To my surprise, it seemed that bodybuilding contest judges were quite incorruptible!
Eddie and Mike congratulated Ian and told me better luck next time. I just thought I’d had plenty of luck meeting Ian this time! The evening show had finished around 10:30 and we needed to get back to London. As it turned out, Ian didn’t live that far from Eddie’s gym even though he didn’t train there. We decided to change the travel arrangements a little, so Mike and Eddie went back in one car and me and Ian took his car and went together. Ian seemed just as keen on this arrangement as me so I guessed he may be having similar thoughts to me as far as getting to know one another was concerned.
On the way back, Ian started asking me about myself, where I was from, where I worked, why I had jacked my job in, what my ambitions as far as bodybuilding were concerned and finally why I was selling my arse to anyone Eddie chose to send me to. This last one was tricky for me to answer; in my previous life I wouldn’t have dreamed of whoring myself out to a load of ugly, fat businessmen. But in my new life, it seemed perfectly normal and natural that a huge bodybuilder like me would make use of their special talents by spreading them around a little bit.
Ian asked about Eddie and particularly the strange sensation he’d felt when he had first been introduced.
“Oh, the look” I said. “That’s how Eddie controls people. But it’s not only the look, when we go around his place, he gives us these delicious protein drinks and they kind of make you more compliant. It lets him bend our will to his, so we do as we’re told, I guess”
“Can you hear yourself saying this!” Ian said. “You’ve just admitted that Eddie is basically controlling you with hypnosis and d**gs and you seem completely happy about it. Don’t you see it doesn’t have to be like this?”
“But what about my training? My bodybuilding? How would I do all of that without Eddie’s help?” I whined.
“Look mate, I’ve just won the super heavyweight and overall at that contest and I’m bent I going on to win the overall British title and I didn’t have Eddie to help me. So stop being such a wimp and realise you can do it on your own!”
“Do you think Eddie will let me go? I mean, I earn a lot of more for him, over three grand a week most of the time. He’s not going to let that kind of money just walk out of the door.” I seemed to be coming up with problem after problem for Ian to solve for me.
“Leave it to me” Ian said. “I think I have a way of getting you out of this situation you’ve got yourself into, but it will need a bit of planning. Take my mobile number, but don’t put it on your phone. I don’t want Eddie to know we’re staying in contact. Go back to your place and act as if nothing has changed. I’ll be back in touch in a week or two and after that your life, no, our lives will have changed for the better.”
The last hour of the journey went by in silence. Ian dropped me off at the gym before making his own way home. Mike was already in the small room we shared and was fast asleep. My mind was racing and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep for a while, so I decided to relax on my bed and have a wank, all the time thinking of Ian and his beautiful, sexy, muscular black body.
Just then, Eddie walked in and said hello. He sat down with us and asked how we were doing. Between us we explained our situation and he nodded intently. Finally he said “that all sounds about right, so you both need work and money to reach your goals then?” We both replied in unison “yes!”
“Ok, well both of you come over to my place tomorrow evening and we’ll discuss what you can do for me and let’s see if we can’t get you sorted out; see ya both tomorrow”. And with that, he left.
When tomorrow arrived, me and Mike met up at the gym and went over to Eddie’s place together. As usual, when we were let in we stripped naked and stood in the middle of the living room. Eddie, again as usual, got us both protein drinks which we gulped down and we both prepared ourselves for the latest indoctrination. This time however, we were not only given the protein drink d**g, he also came over with small syringe and quickly gave me and Mike a shot in the vein in our forearms. This sent us both into a daze. I could see the scene in front of me blurring in and out and every sound I could hear had an echo. I assumed Mike was feeling the same sensations and Eddie guided us to seats and he began.
First he spoke to Mike; “so you’ve dumped your girlfriend and job and want to be the biggest muscle head on the planet, right?” Mike nodded dumbly. “And you, Pete? You’ve jacked your job in and need money to keep training, yes?” I agreed too.
"So, here’s what you’re both going to do. You can both work shifts in the gym for me. Yes, I know you didn’t know I owned the place, but I do. That can pay for your gym training. As far as accommodation, food and gear are concerned, I’ll need you to do a bit more for me. Take these two mobile phones. Every now and then I’ll be sending you a text with an address. You’ll go round to the address and do whatever the guy; and it will be a guy, asks you to do. Do you understand?
Again, we both nodded our assent. Let me tell you how I was feeling right then. If you had asked me how I would have felt before I met Eddie, I would have been shocked and ashamed of what I was now, happily agreeing to do. But sitting in his living room, naked with my mate Mikey, I thought this was the most horny thing in the world. My cock was solid and when I looked down I could see a small pearl of precum rising from the tip.
Now for me, although it was strange, I was only being asked to do things with men, which was a natural state of affairs for me. I looked over at Mikey and he, although nominally heterosexual, looked just like me; a stonking erection with precum dripping from the head. Eddie said “I can see from your cocks that you’re both happy with the situation, so let’s get into the playroom and give you some practice of what you’re going to be up to. And afterwards I’m going to show you your accommodation. You’re both going to be living quite close to me.”
In the playroom, I soon found myself strapped to a St Andrew’s cross with a blindfold across my face, a ball gag in my mouth, and cock ring pushing my cock and balls out, a huge butt plug rammed up my ass (without much lube) and finally, and most painfully a pair of nipple clamps attached to my chest with a weight dangling from each of them. I could hear Eddie say to Mikey, “ok little puppy, you can get in this cage until I’ve finished with your buddy Pete.” I knew then that the onslaught was about to begin.
First, something like a bucket of cold water was thrown at me which made me gasp. Then I heard the sound of an aerosol and suddenly, my chest, abs and crotch were being covered in what I assumed was shaving foam. Next, I felt the razor across my lightly haired chest and down my abs. Needless to say, my cock was rock hard all of the time and even when Eddie came to shaving around the base of my cock, I was still totally horned up. Eddie then wiped me down and I could hear the sound of the cage being opened. “Mikey, get over here and suck your buddies cock. I want a good display here”. This was totally weird. I hadn’t known Mikey for long and never in a sexual sense, and here he was about to wrap his lips around my cock. Being strapped to the cross and unable to move my arms or legs made me totally vulnerable, and as I felt Mike start to work on my cock I was in a frenzy of excitement and started shaking almost uncontrollably. At the moment when I was about to explode, Eddie quickly yanked the nipple clamps from my chest and I screamed as loud as I could through the ball gag as the blood rushed into my nips. Just afterwards, my cock sprayed like a fountain into Mikey’s waiting mouth and I could feel him swallowing on the end of my cock as he gulped my cum down, almost certainly for the first time.
I was now exhausted and breathing heavily. Mikey on the hand, was about to have some more fun on his own. Just as had happened to me the previous time, Mikey was strapped to the fisting bench and Eddie got the big syringe and shoved it up his arse. I was glad Eddie had removed my blindfold so I could see all of this. Mike had another ball gag attached to keep him quiet and then Eddie proceeded to slowly slide a double headed dildo up his man cunt. He got it in about 18" and then withdrew, only to follow it up with a similar double headed number but this one thicker than the last. Again, this one went up about 18" as well and Mikey groaned a little as it reached the last couple of inches. Eddie started pumping this one in and out of Mikey’s arse and slowly but surely, the dildo worked its way in further and Mikey’s groans subsided.
The last act was amazing to watch. Eddie released Mike’s right hand and put a small brown bottle into it. He said, “you may need that to take what’s coming” He withdrew the dildo and put some lube on his right hand and smeared it all the way up to his elbow. I stood suspended from the cross and wished I was in Mikey’s place. Eddie slowly worked his fingers, then knuckle and finally his fist into Mikey’s arse. As his sphincter closed round Eddie’s wrist, Mikey exhaled violently and shoved the brown bottle to his nose and took a deep, deep breath. As the rush hit him, he smiled, groaned and giggled all at once.
“Now, remember what I gave you the poppers for boy, coz the rest of my forearm is going in next and I ain’t stopping until your ring is at my elbow.” I could hardly believe this. Remember Eddie was one of the biggest men on the planet and his forearms were massive - probably about 16" or 18" in circumference. I couldn’t believe that poor Mikey’s arse was going to be able to take all that.
Twenty minutes later I was proved wrong. With the help of lots of poppers, more lube than I’d seen in a whole weekend of sex and Eddie’s skill, his forearm was truly all the way up into Mike’s arse and he looked like a rag doll whose head was flopping from side to side d**gged up with poppers and moaning deliriously. “There you go” said Eddie. “That should prepare you for your first client.”
Six Months Later…
The last six months have been amazing. Let me tell you the routine Mike and I have been following. Eddie put us up in a room on the top floor of the building the gym was in. It was sparse without much more furniture than a bed and a couple of shelves for clothes. These days we only wore bodybuilder baggies and vests or maybe some Lycra gear depending on what clients wanted.
In the morning we’d wake up and have a huge bowl of porridge with protein drinks and some chicken breast. Then it would be training for a couple of hours and then manning the gym front desk in a rota. When one of us wasn’t on duty the other would be in the room watching porn, reading muscle magazines or just wanking. The daily steroid injections ensured our sex drive was always at the max and this also helped us when we had to go and see our clients.
But for me, it had all been worth it. When I started about 9 months ago, I’d been an average looking guy of about 170lbs. Now I was up to 240lbs at 5’ 10" and had a real bodybuilder look to me. Body fat was at about 10% so I looked pretty ripped with veins running up the inside of my thighs and along my forearms. My arse jutted out like a shelf and all the guys Eddie sent me to just loved fucking the living daylights out of it. For me the best thing was what it did for my posture. My shoulders were naturally pulled back, my lats pushed my arms out so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t easily put them at my side. But best of all, the thickness in my thighs meant that I couldn’t bring my legs together to walk properly. I kind of waddled along with my legs having to push out sideways. Passers by looked at me strangely, but I just lapped it up. I loved nothing more than being seen as a muscle freak.
For Mikey, it was even better. He’d been a little taller than me at 5’ 11" and also heavier when I met him at about 190lbs. He’d grown even more and was now a massive 265lbs. Considering he’d been the one that was straight when we started on this journey, he had certainly taken to man sex. He could easily do 2 or 3 clients a day and he’d be topping them as well. We were both in huge demand as were all the other guys that Eddie had in his stable. We’d got to know a few and train with them on occasion. Their stories were all similar to mine and Mikey’s. Normal guys that wanted to get big, then a visit to Eddie’s apartment and they were caught like flies in a Venus Fly Trap, never to escape again.
The funny thing was that whatever their thoughts before their enslavement began, they were all very happy in their new roles. It was strange talking to some of them. One guy, Robert, had been an investment banker before he’d joined the gym. Now he lived in a ratty room above the gym like Mike and I and ate and trained his way through life whilst all the time taking about 1500 mg of testosterone a week. He was now unrecognisable to his former colleagues as we discovered one day when a smartly dressed guy came asking for Robert Milner. It wasn’t clear why he came to the gym to find him, maybe because that was the last piece of news Robert had given his colleagues before he joined. It was Robert that spoke to the guy for about 10 minutes and he never even recognised him. His facial features had changed so much from the steroids and the reduction on body fat over his cheek bones and the shaved head. Hilarious!
For me and Mike, we still had another challenge. It was a fairly easy though somewhat gruelling existence. The training, almost continual eating, steroid injections and the visits to clients certainly kept us busy. As I said, not hard exactly but it was tiring. The real challenge for both of us was bodybuilding. Clients were happy with our massive muscles, but if we were to make it in the world of bodybuilding we had to think of not only size but proportion and symmetry as well. We had to get our tanning right and posing trunks as well as a routine for the stage. It was all quite complicated, and in the weakened mental state in which Mike and I found ourselves it was a tall order.
However, it was definitely what we both wanted and we kept up our routines to reach the pinnacle of the sport we both loved so much. Mike had already done a contest and won easily. He’d been about 250lbs and the next guy was taller and weighed only about 210lbs. It all seemed a bit unfair! Now it was my turn.
I’d decided to do the EFBB contest in Birmingham which was 12 weeks away. Now it was time to get the diet right so I could come in totally ripped. As I was already at 10% body fat, I didn’t have a lot to lose but I had to make sure I didn’t lose muscle too. Eddie was invaluable in helping me with the prep. He took me through my posing routines ’til I could do it without even thinking. As the contest approached, I had to get the tan right and the diet became even more strict. As I got down to very low carbs each day, my mind started to get hazy all the time and thinking any deep thoughts at all became difficult.
Thankfully, my new world didn’t require deep thought. Eddie made sure I didn’t have to do any thing at the gym that was difficult. My clients expected nothing of me other than to be compliant and a good fuck. Let’s face it, it doesn’t take much thought to take a cock down your throat or one up your arse.
Despite all this, as the day of the contest approached, I became more and more nervous and I took solace from Mike as he knew the ropes. He encouraged me to stick to the diet and took me to one side to give me support when I felt despondent. Fortunately, Eddie made sure I didn’t have too many clients before the contest. What was even better, the ones I did see we’re much hotter than the usual fat businessmen that I usually called on. These guys were usually quite hot. They were muscular, kept themselves in good condition without too much fat and had obviously trained in the past. In the remaining days to the contest, it was great to be able to focus on my training, diet, posing and tan and only have to service hot clients.
And then the day of the contest arrived and I couldn’t wait to get on stage despite my nerves…
I woke up early on the day of the contest and started packing the bag I was going to take to the conference centre where the show was being held. It was only 90 minutes drive to the show and Mikey and Eddie were both coming with me which was good as I had been de-hydrating for the last couple of days and I had a constant headache. The evening before, Eddie had taken me to his place and apart from giving me a good fucking, he also started work on my tanning as most venues weren’t keen on spray tan being used in their changing rooms. The plan was that Eddie would give me another coat of tan when we got there.
On arrival at the hall we found a spot near the back of the auditorium and set up camp. I went to find out the lay of the land as far as changing rooms etc. were concerned whilst the other two sat and eyed the talent. Eddie mentioned he was on the look out for new ‘boys’ who didn’t need so much muscle training so they could bring in cash straight away. This made both Mikey and me laugh as we couldn’t recall Eddie spending much money on either of us before he had us farmed out as muscle meat!
On finding the changing rooms I plonked myself down on a bench and started to get prepped. I still needed to eat a little during the day to keep the glycogen in my muscles so they looked ‘full’. Water was a different matter and I had to watch every drop I put in my system to avoid looking water-logged when on stage. Eddie was going to come in and help with the tan, but in the meantime, I just rested on the floor until the time I needed to do the pre-judging came.
“Eh, you, move over, I need to put my stuff down.” I quickly woke up from my nap to see a huge man standing above me. He was only 5’ 9" or so but he was almost as wide as well. He was wearing Otomix boxing style boots, grey muscle pants and a muscle top. It showed off his mass brilliantly. He was enormous and black. I tried to move as quickly as I could and made some room for him to put his gym bag down next to mine.
“What class are you in?” I enquired.
“Super heavies, and you?”
“The same” I replied. This meant we would be up against each other and this guy was going to give me a run for my money. I’d been able to maintain my weight at around 240lbs whilst losing some fat. This was no doubt down to the d**g regime Eddie had me on. I was doing about 1,500 mg of gear a week as well as 4iu of growth hormone per day. But this guy must have been about 260 lbs and he was slightly shorter than me.
“I’m Ian, Ian Weston” he said. “Peter Farlow, please to meet you. So we’ll be going up against each other then? Best of luck” I said. “Cheers mate, see ya later, I’m going to rest before the line up”.
I looked over at Ian and felt my cock start to straighten and lengthen in my pants. God, I wanted to be fucked by him. But first I had to get the show over with.
The pre-judging was fine and I felt I had done pretty well against Ian. Looking at the other guys, it was only me and Ian that stood any chance of winning at all. He was bigger than me but I had better condition and symmetry. It was going to be close. I went back to the prep room and Eddie was waiting for me. Ian was there too and I introduced Eddie to him. Eddie shook hands with Ian and put his left hand on Ian’s right shoulder. “Good to meet you Ian, I hope it won’t be the last time” Eddie had locked eyes and Ian seemed like a rabbit in the headlights. The handshake went on for just a few seconds longer than seemed comfortable for Ian. They broke the link and Ian said “Err, yea, would be good to catch up some time.” Eddie followed with “do you live here in Birmingham or down in London?”
“I-I-I live in London”. It was weird seeing Ian so unsure of himself as when I had met him, he’d certainly been the dominant one. But Eddie had this way of entering your mind; he’d certainly done it with me and Mike and now with Ian, or so it seemed.
It was going to be a few hours before the evening show when the final decision would be made. Me and Ian decided to go for a walk outside to get some fresh air. He asked me “so how does it work with Eddie and you then? You seem to have a close relationship”. I agreed with him. I didn’t want to go in to too much detail so I just said “I work at his gym and he helps me out with my training. I help him out in other ways when I can too.” That last remark just hung in the air and Ian didn’t say anything for a while.
“He’s your pimp isn’t he?”
I was speechless, I just didn’t know what to say. How had he managed to work that out? We hadn’t talked about sex at all and I didn’t think I’d been looking at Ian in any sort of lustful way. In the end I owned up.
“Yes, it’s true. But he didn’t force me to. I do it because I like it and it let’s me spend time on training and I earn a lot more now than I did in my previous job”.
I was making excuses and now and it seemed like I was trying to justify my existence. The truth was that I was doing this because of the control that Eddie had over me and although I loved man sex, I wouldn’t be doing this unless Eddie was controlling my mind. The people I’d had sex with weren’t the types I’d choose on my own. I loved rough sex with big bodybuilder guys who could wrestle me to submission, not the various businessman types with pot bellies that I usually ended up with.
“Listen” said Ian. “What d’you say we go back to my hotel room and relax together before the evening show? I got some great skunk which will relax us and we can have a bit of a play. It’ll also be with someone you find attractive rather than the trolls I reckon Eddie puts you with”
Within a second, I’d agreed and we were on the way to the hotel which thankfully was next door to the theatre where the bodybuilding show was being held. We raced to the room and I was half out of my rag top and baggies before the door had closed. Once naked we grabbed at each others bodies and Ian had his tongue down my throat and started exploring. He was aggressive and pushed me onto the bed and despite the fact that we were both equally strong, he held me down and again pressed his tongue into my mouth.
I wrapped my trunk thighs around his waist inviting him to give me a good fucking. He raise himself from me and I could survey his chiselled black features and huge puffy nipples. I grabbed them and he groaned. They soon turned into tight bullets and I continued to dial in on his radio buttons. His cock was getting harder and harder and he soon grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. A quick spit on to my arse and he manoeuvred his cock towards my hole. I knew this was going to be painful as there wasn’t much lube and sure enough, as he lunged forward I gasped and shouted “Oh, my fucking God!”
As he started to pump into me, my own ass juices got going and helped to keep me lubed up and the pain subsided and that special tingling in my prostate took over. Soon, I was screaming for him to fuck me harder and as he did so, the beads of sweat on his forehead began to trickle down into his eyes and then on to my stomach and chest. After about 10 minutes of cock ramming into my arse he finally started to get to climax and with three hard pushes he exhaled and let out a sound of triumph and release. I could feel the cum fill me up and as he slowly started to withdraw from me, I reached down to my hole and fingered it to get some of his cum. I caught his gaze and licked my fingers clean of his sperm.
Whilst he was still kneeling on the bed, I hitched myself up on to my hands and knees and start devouring his cum covered cock. My arse was pretty clean but I could still smell and taste the musky smell of my own arse as I cleaned him up.
“Wow, that was fucking fantastic” he said. “I haven’t had man sex like that for a while, if ever”
“Yes, and my hole has never been so full of cum. How about a return match back in London?” I replied.
“After the competition. Remember, we’ve still got the evening show and I’m going to whip your ass!”
“We’ll see about that” I said.
For the next couple of hours we stayed in his bedroom and played computer games on his PSP and smoked some of the skunk he had until it was time to go back to the theatre for the evening show.
We got into the prep room and helped each other with oil and tanning. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. He was in the skimpiest of posing briefs and I had the good fortune to be getting posing oil and rubbing it into his ebony skin. His body was so massive and lathering the oil on to his back was amazing. He was so expansive and his lats were U-shaped rather than forming a V. I always had a thing for a man’s thighs and his certainly didn’t let me down. Real tree trunks with veins on the inner thigh going up into his groin; and calves to die for, for a black guy they were abnormally large and bigger than some of the greats like Dorian Yates.
After he’d finished prepping me, we waited for our turn on stage. We’d been pretty evenly balanced after the prejudging so this evening was where we could gain the edge, one over the other. Next we heard our call and me, Ian and the other super heavyweights all trooped out on stage with that familiar bodybuilder walk, where the legs splay out because the thighs are too big!
To be honest, standing on stage, I had a sense of contentment after our afternoon session together and felt I could win or lose and be happy with either outcome. I somehow felt that there was a connection between me and Ian which I hadn’t felt with either Eddie or Mike. Eddie because he was effectively my employer, not only in the gym but also for pimping me out to his clients. And Mikey, although he was my training partner and we got on well because of our common ambitions for our bodies, he was fundamentally straight. He only did the man sex because of the hold that Eddie had over him and who knows how long that would last.
No, the more I thought about it, the more I saw Ian as having a large part to play in my future. Not only in bodybuilding, but also as a partner. I just hoped he felt the same. I snapped out of my daydreaming as the MC started to announce the results. He did sixth place first, then fifth, fourth and neither me or Ian had been mentioned. I closed my eyes wishing that Ian and me would be the top two.
The MC continued “And third place goes to…” the hesitation was killing me. “Dan Roberts!” I didn’t care what happened now as me and Ian were top of the tree and whoever won we would both be happy. As it turned out, I got second place and Ian came in first. I suppose the judges went for size over condition this time, either way, when the result was declared, me and Ian gave each other a big hug on stage and then walked off with arms around each other shoulders trying to hide our growing tumescence.
I glanced over to the judges as we made our way off stage and grinned as I recognised a couple of them as recent clients. Eddie had obviously tried to ‘knobble the jury’ in my favour by letting them have a piece of my ass before the show. To my surprise, it seemed that bodybuilding contest judges were quite incorruptible!
Eddie and Mike congratulated Ian and told me better luck next time. I just thought I’d had plenty of luck meeting Ian this time! The evening show had finished around 10:30 and we needed to get back to London. As it turned out, Ian didn’t live that far from Eddie’s gym even though he didn’t train there. We decided to change the travel arrangements a little, so Mike and Eddie went back in one car and me and Ian took his car and went together. Ian seemed just as keen on this arrangement as me so I guessed he may be having similar thoughts to me as far as getting to know one another was concerned.
On the way back, Ian started asking me about myself, where I was from, where I worked, why I had jacked my job in, what my ambitions as far as bodybuilding were concerned and finally why I was selling my arse to anyone Eddie chose to send me to. This last one was tricky for me to answer; in my previous life I wouldn’t have dreamed of whoring myself out to a load of ugly, fat businessmen. But in my new life, it seemed perfectly normal and natural that a huge bodybuilder like me would make use of their special talents by spreading them around a little bit.
Ian asked about Eddie and particularly the strange sensation he’d felt when he had first been introduced.
“Oh, the look” I said. “That’s how Eddie controls people. But it’s not only the look, when we go around his place, he gives us these delicious protein drinks and they kind of make you more compliant. It lets him bend our will to his, so we do as we’re told, I guess”
“Can you hear yourself saying this!” Ian said. “You’ve just admitted that Eddie is basically controlling you with hypnosis and d**gs and you seem completely happy about it. Don’t you see it doesn’t have to be like this?”
“But what about my training? My bodybuilding? How would I do all of that without Eddie’s help?” I whined.
“Look mate, I’ve just won the super heavyweight and overall at that contest and I’m bent I going on to win the overall British title and I didn’t have Eddie to help me. So stop being such a wimp and realise you can do it on your own!”
“Do you think Eddie will let me go? I mean, I earn a lot of more for him, over three grand a week most of the time. He’s not going to let that kind of money just walk out of the door.” I seemed to be coming up with problem after problem for Ian to solve for me.
“Leave it to me” Ian said. “I think I have a way of getting you out of this situation you’ve got yourself into, but it will need a bit of planning. Take my mobile number, but don’t put it on your phone. I don’t want Eddie to know we’re staying in contact. Go back to your place and act as if nothing has changed. I’ll be back in touch in a week or two and after that your life, no, our lives will have changed for the better.”
The last hour of the journey went by in silence. Ian dropped me off at the gym before making his own way home. Mike was already in the small room we shared and was fast asleep. My mind was racing and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep for a while, so I decided to relax on my bed and have a wank, all the time thinking of Ian and his beautiful, sexy, muscular black body.
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