A ROIDED exchange
i sent a pic to a MUSCLE MASTER and here's his reply:
"Damn, that's hot. Would love to lube up that muscled ass, work it with a stainless steel butt plug - chilled in the fridge. Encourage you to heat it up as you work out. Strip you down to those ultra-small posers, emphasizing those pumped cock and balls. Look deep into your eyes - command you to flex. Just feel that heavy steel plug in your ass - work it as you flex. Use those muscles in that pussy to work that butt plug. Flex harder ... harder ... you'll cum when you bend that steel butt plug, boy...."
and here's my reply to him:
"YES SIR! FUCK YEAH! have a stainless steel butt plug custom made - preferably by company that specializes in making trailer hitches - have it made anatomically correct, only have it supersized like a siliconed cock. then have them weld on a thick half inch steel ring to the end, to simulate a pa - and rather than to just refrigerate it SIR, may i suggest that you put in the FREEZER! the frozen surface of the steel monster butt plug will then probably stick to the inner lining of my lubed musclekunt and doing leg presses or squats with higher poundage that i normally do.
sweat drips from my forehead. butterflies dance in my roidgut. my heart pounds wildly. with an ice-cold stare to match the ice-cold monster lodged in my muscled asschute, i lock my eyes on the loaded bar. i can hear it calling out to me, challenging me. with mixtures of fear, intimidation, anxiousness and determination flowing through my veins, i step up and accept the challenge. the bar lands perfectly on my traps, and i grunt as i clear the bar off the pins and step back. i'm at war now. nothing can distract me. oblivious to everything going on around me, the pencil neck on the stair stepper, the spandex clown slaving away on bicep curls, or the group of k**s benching the day away, i squat down. it's just me and the weight and that monster that is lodged in me. nothing else.
i drive my heels into the ground as my body rises into the upright position. i take a deep breath and gasp. that's ONE.
i descend once again, my thighs hit parallel, and i drive back up. TWO.
i can feel the loaded bar digging into my back now, but it doesn't phase me, i am relishing the frozen butt plug embedded in me. again i squat down, and back up. THREE.
i'm starting to feel it now. acid burns my thighs as my calves begin to tighten up and the pa ring in my butt plug sc****s my ass lining. there's no room for submission. i won't give in. my concentration like a laser beam, i continue the set…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…
i'm finding it difficult to stand now, as my body sways slightly forward. i'm feeling light-headed and i don't know how much more i can take. but still, i won't stop. not until every ounce of strength is taken from me. i bend down, digging deep for those last few slivers of strength. as if my life depended on it, i drive up with an explosive force of will. i'm moving slowly, but the bar hasn't stopped. i continue my assault on the weight, pushing higher and higher. for what seemed like an eternity, i have finally completed the rep…SEVEN…
but any hardcore bodybuilder who's a lifter knows that it ain't over till it's over. i squat down once again as the gods of pain taunt me. the pain from my muscles shouting out for relief and the frozen oversized steel intruder wrecking my asschute. but with every remaining fiber i push like i have never pushed before, but it's too little too late. the bar won't move an inch, as i set it down on the pins and collapse. my tortoise-shelled, distended and roidgutted stomach turns. the pain is surrounding me like a pack of wolves, but i can't help grinning. i know i've given everything i could possibly have given. THAT is intensity. THAT is squatting.
the question then is...IS THIS ENOUGH TO SATISFY YOU SIR?"
"Damn, that's hot. Would love to lube up that muscled ass, work it with a stainless steel butt plug - chilled in the fridge. Encourage you to heat it up as you work out. Strip you down to those ultra-small posers, emphasizing those pumped cock and balls. Look deep into your eyes - command you to flex. Just feel that heavy steel plug in your ass - work it as you flex. Use those muscles in that pussy to work that butt plug. Flex harder ... harder ... you'll cum when you bend that steel butt plug, boy...."
and here's my reply to him:
"YES SIR! FUCK YEAH! have a stainless steel butt plug custom made - preferably by company that specializes in making trailer hitches - have it made anatomically correct, only have it supersized like a siliconed cock. then have them weld on a thick half inch steel ring to the end, to simulate a pa - and rather than to just refrigerate it SIR, may i suggest that you put in the FREEZER! the frozen surface of the steel monster butt plug will then probably stick to the inner lining of my lubed musclekunt and doing leg presses or squats with higher poundage that i normally do.
sweat drips from my forehead. butterflies dance in my roidgut. my heart pounds wildly. with an ice-cold stare to match the ice-cold monster lodged in my muscled asschute, i lock my eyes on the loaded bar. i can hear it calling out to me, challenging me. with mixtures of fear, intimidation, anxiousness and determination flowing through my veins, i step up and accept the challenge. the bar lands perfectly on my traps, and i grunt as i clear the bar off the pins and step back. i'm at war now. nothing can distract me. oblivious to everything going on around me, the pencil neck on the stair stepper, the spandex clown slaving away on bicep curls, or the group of k**s benching the day away, i squat down. it's just me and the weight and that monster that is lodged in me. nothing else.
i drive my heels into the ground as my body rises into the upright position. i take a deep breath and gasp. that's ONE.
i descend once again, my thighs hit parallel, and i drive back up. TWO.
i can feel the loaded bar digging into my back now, but it doesn't phase me, i am relishing the frozen butt plug embedded in me. again i squat down, and back up. THREE.
i'm starting to feel it now. acid burns my thighs as my calves begin to tighten up and the pa ring in my butt plug sc****s my ass lining. there's no room for submission. i won't give in. my concentration like a laser beam, i continue the set…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…
i'm finding it difficult to stand now, as my body sways slightly forward. i'm feeling light-headed and i don't know how much more i can take. but still, i won't stop. not until every ounce of strength is taken from me. i bend down, digging deep for those last few slivers of strength. as if my life depended on it, i drive up with an explosive force of will. i'm moving slowly, but the bar hasn't stopped. i continue my assault on the weight, pushing higher and higher. for what seemed like an eternity, i have finally completed the rep…SEVEN…
but any hardcore bodybuilder who's a lifter knows that it ain't over till it's over. i squat down once again as the gods of pain taunt me. the pain from my muscles shouting out for relief and the frozen oversized steel intruder wrecking my asschute. but with every remaining fiber i push like i have never pushed before, but it's too little too late. the bar won't move an inch, as i set it down on the pins and collapse. my tortoise-shelled, distended and roidgutted stomach turns. the pain is surrounding me like a pack of wolves, but i can't help grinning. i know i've given everything i could possibly have given. THAT is intensity. THAT is squatting.
the question then is...IS THIS ENOUGH TO SATISFY YOU SIR?"
1 year ago