Muscle Bottom Boys

Jake Andrich ivixivi

When he eventually shoot his load, his cock is a 9.5 inch beast as thick as a Bud Light can while his eyes totally blanked out. But at least he's converted to fulfill his role from just a mere rich otter with firm boobs to a full-blown muscle slut unaware about his identity except that he belonged to one man that used to be his own assistant that he fired months before

I love huge men rampant but I want them totally subdued as well. Look at this  musclepig; his entire existence has contracted to the single fact of the cock throbbing and pounding in his bubble butt; all willpower has been temporarily revoked; he has no identity; no thoughts, all that strength, and he’s nothing. Plus I like watching his big pecs jiggle with each deep thrust into his guts.

“That a good boy. Drop your pants and lift up your shirt. You enjoy showing off your body. You work hard on it so that other men can enjoy it,” the stranger whispered into Tyler’s ear, as he took the stud’s phone and record him. “Flex for me.” Tyler found himself obeying the stranger. The stranger reached down and began stroking Tyler’s muscular ass through his briefs. Tyler was 100% straight but he found himself getting hard at the man’s touch. He want to fight him but it was so difficult to move. He could only stand there and pose. “You are built to be fucked and used by other men. All those beautiful muscles and round firm ass,” the man pushed his hand into Tyler’s briefs. Tyler moaned. His mind began to accept what the man told him. He love showing off for other men’s pleasure. All of his hard work in the gym was for them so they can worship and fuck him.

As he slid the tight briefs up his smooth legs, though, these thoughts faded, overwhelmed by new thoughts that had been planted there over many long months of conditioning. He loved obeying Sir, he would always obey Sir. He was a good jocktoy, and good jocktoys obey.

Starting tomorrow he will be naked except for a leather collar, used for hard labor during the day and a sex toy at night.  His Alpha Male pride will slowly be worn down.

“Oh yeah? I’m gonna fuck you hard, you fucking giant.”
“Listen, Hobbit. I’m a foot and half taller and out weigh you by 100 pounds. Don’t be a fucking idiot.”
“You think I can’t throw down? I’ve hammered ass bigger than you, Cyclops.”
“I doubt that, Papa Smurf.”
“My cock is 12 inches.”
“Fuck you. No, it’s not.”
The smaller muscle boy opens his pants and the giant mountain of muscle looks down inside.
“Holy fucking shit! That’s a fucking python.”
“Yeah. I know. It’s going to slither up your fat muscle hole, Lurch.”
“Um… 12 inches… hard?”
“Twelve, long, hard fucking inches, like a fucking crowbar. What do you say, Sasquatch? Want some boa up your ass?”
“Fuck. I don’t usually put out for guys half my size but 12 fucking inches…”
“Come on, Shrek. You’re starting to drool. I knew you were just a big fucking bottom.”
“It’s gonna be like David and Goliath.”
“David fucking Goliath.”