From: FSP MUSCLE MAN MASSEUR--chapter one I'm a professional masseur; not the type who charges old farts for a sexy rub down and not the type who burns incense, plays exotic music and talks oriental philosophy to bored suburban housewives. Not me. I offer deep- tissue sports massage to male athletes in my home, just around the corner from the all-male gym where I work out myself. Most of my clients are members and enjoy a regular massage so important to serious weight lifters, wrestlers, and other "jocks." The fact is that I am one of them, a stocky power-lifter with the kind of massive upper body strength required to release tension and force very tight muscles to loosen. I've had to reinforce my massage table to accommodate enormous men weighing up to 300lbs. I rarely get a man under 200 pounds these days unless he's a visiting businessman referred by a member. My charges are very moderate and I never rush through a massage. With such huge, tightly muscled athletes I spend at least 90 minutes per session and sometimes longer.Most of these men have wives or girlfriends. The odd one or two will be very shy at first and ask to wear his shorts or briefs during the massage. This I don't allow. Nor do I bother with a "modesty towel" like you might get in a health spa. I explain to my men that lifters store tension in their large glutes, get cramps in the inner thighs or calves, and can be tight in many other locations. I need access to these private parts on my table or the massage is useless. Most go along with this although I still have one muscleman who won't strip in front of me and always wears his thong. His problem, not mine. A typical client is young Paul, a hefty 252 pound bodybuilder who tends to overtrain and bring his pain to my table. Today is no exception. Paul undresses fully and lies on his stomach. The room is warm and private. To keep my men at ease, I don't often wear more than a jock strap myself. Its part of the male bonding, I believe, and my clients will often squeeze a pec or an arm. There's a wall mirror if one of us feels like flexing. Paul is due to spend two full hours. He needs shaving done on his upper body afterwards and with his size it all takes time. I begin with his neck, shoulders and back. He seems OK here. When I reach the boy's bulging glutes, I encounter tension. Using both hands, I begin kneeding his left buttock and later his right. The muscles begin to loosen and, if Paul's groaning is an indication, he's enjoying the manipulation. I leave his buttocks for the very tight hamstrings and then his 19 inch calves. I am sweating and grunting from the effort, using all my strength to loosen his tight, Herculean legs. Its time for a break. I head for the kitchen for a drink while Paul turns over. When I return, its round two. His quads and inner thighs really hurt him. Even moderate pressure makes the big boy groan in pain. By now I'm working up the inside of his big thighs towards the pulled groin but I pause. "Paul," I ask softly, "would you help me out ? Spread your legs some more and then lift your gonads up in the air." I see him comply with my request, and I continue massaging his groin. He encourages me to work deeply but gently "down there." From time to time my knuckles encounter the base of his big scrotum. He's grunting quite loudly now and I can see that his member is erecting. His chest is expanding, taking in air, and seeing his growing arousal has excited me also. Neither of us says a word about it. Pulling myself together, I move on to his upper torso. I work the biceps and triceps, both very thick. I get the lather and razor out to shave his chest, recently measured, he informs me, at 56 inches. I can now see his heavy nuts resting on the tops of his thighs once again. His penis now looks softer but not much smaller. Its a thick, cut tool and some liquid drips from its hole. Paul's pectorals are gigantic, thrusting mounds with plenty of hair on them. I've begun shaving the left one and then skip over to the right one. He is watching the shave but what he is thinking about I don't know. I interrupt his thoughts to offer encouragement: "Just the nipples left. I have to pinch them. Try not to flex while I shave you." Its then my job to take hold of his large, protruding nipples and to pinch and pull them outward for more visibility. While squeezing one pec at a time, I carefully shave around each thick nipple to expose it fully. The session is nearly over. I have begun to massage large amounts of cream into his super-sensitive pectorals. Paul is really groaning loudly from the breast manipulation and his penis is throbbing non stop. Its a lewd sight. I quiety whisper in his ear, "Need relief for those bull nuts ? Want some oil?" Placing the oil by his right hand, I continued to massage the giant's chest while watching him pour oil all over his big privates. Only seconds later he began an intense masturbation with his 20 inch right arm. When his climax came, I thought the table would give way below him. He fired off several times and I could see his big, tight balls spasm as he bellowed out "FUCK". Yes, massage is great. I'll tell you about some other adventures later on. Subject: MUSCLE MAN MASSAGE - chapter two I said goodbye to Paul who was now a relaxed and happy man. He would probably head home and screw his girlfriend. I always felt proud that my clients trusted me and appreciated the private, man to man massage treatments. I certainly met quite a variety of men through my work. One of the more unusual ones was due next. Mike was referred to me by one of my gym regulars. He's not a bodybuilder but weighs at least 205 and works construction. He always has aches and pains somewhere on his thick, tight 5'7" frame and the deep-tissue manipulation relieves those sore muscles. What a surprise on his first visit to find out that he is outrageously ticklish. Touching him caused shakes, giggles, gasps of breath, and his limbs would jerk forcefully. Not the kind of stress-relieving massage he needed. This time would be different. This time I would hold down Mike's big arms and legs with some of the professional, police restraints I owned. As I fastened the cuffs to his wrists, he seemed nervous perhaps thinking of his co-workers if they could see him like this. His back side did not seem as ticklish as his front and while he did sweat, grunt and strain some, I was able to work on his tight glutes, back and shoulders very successfully. After 45 minutes, I released his bonds and asked him to rest and turn over.. I left him and upon returning attached the restraints once again. This time I faced his front -- his more ticklish side. I admired his thick, heavily muscled physique with its 19 inch neck. His penis, too, looked thick and short with the benefit of round, high-riding gonads and a forest of pubic hair. I told him to relax and that I would stop if he asked me to. I began with his legs and worked my way up to his crotch. He did twitch and make sounds but it was not until I was rubbing his lats and pecs that he began to really test my restraining devices. He kept up a loud, deep groaning and strained so hard that the veins in his thick neck stood out while his biceps were popping before my eyes. Also standing out was his fat prick with its mushroom emerging from the foreskin. It truly was the size of a plum and nearly the same colour. I continued the business of massaging his upper body, working the tight shoulders again and the bull-size neck. It would not be right for me to take advantage of his bondage and play with his rampant sexual organs. However, Mike had his own ideas. "Jerk me ! Make me shoot ! Do me !" He was desperate to have his testicles drained. I had to admit that they looked very tight, swollen, and even bloated. Possibly they hurt him. Possibly he had not fucked his wife in a day or two and had not enjoyed any relief. I poured a bit of oil into my hand and gently rubbed his nuts. His groans increased. Then, bending over his chest I began to chew on one of his small, hard nipples. Suddenly his strong body began to shake violently, his chest heaved like a bellows and sweat poured off him. I could smell his rank armpits from my nipple-chewing position. He began bucking and straining and then ....ejaculating with enormous force. Sperm flew across his face and chest as he roared to the ceiling. It took some minutes for him to recover and for me to clean him up. It was, he told me, the first time he had ever shot without his tool being touched in any way. He seemed really proud of this accomplishment. "Mike, you're a stud !" I told him. See you next time ! Well, its been an exciting day. First Paul and then Mike. You can just imagine how horny I am by now and I have one more client coming late tonight. I don't know this man. He's staying at a local hotel and I have a contact there who recommends me to a few male guests. He is selective and so when he called me for the appointment, he added: "You will approve." I pressed for more details. "Well," my contact added,"he is a young businessman-type, quiet and serious, fairly stressed out maybe. Wears a wedding ring and looks a bit like Clark Kent with those glasses. In fact, his first name is Clark !" Clark arrived a few minutes early, around 8.00 PM. and wearing his business suit. He seemed nervous and shy. I tried to relax him. "Take your time, Clark. I won't be watching the clock and you can have 2 hours on the table if you wish. Have a towel. Strip down and take a hot shower. Let me know when you're ready." All I could think of was how much he excited me and how my huge, beefy physique made him stare in awe. Oh yes, I thought, this sexy straight stud with his shy ways is a long way from his suburban wife now. He's tense, probably very horny, and I can see in his eyes that he needs to be dominated. Clark came in wrapped in his towel. His smooth torso was muscular but not nearly so large as the men I had seen earlier. He folded his arms across his chest as if to hide from my view his two large and soft pink nipples. They could use some work, I thought. I chose this time to step out of my baggy sweat pants and give him a view of my power-lifter's legs. His mouth dropped open but he said nothing. I wore a supporter to contain my heavy genitals but their outlines were barely disguised. Quietly I said, "Up on the table, face down, head toward the wall. I'll take your towel." He reacted in slow motion and continued to fix his gaze on my thighs and crotch. For my part, I admired the guy's firm, white buttocks as they jiggled a bit during his climb onto the table. Such a hot ass. "OK, Clark ? Comfortable ?" He nodded. "Any sore muscles, knots, tight places ?" I spoke very softly to reassure him. His reply was negative. "I give a full body massage including the glutes, if that's OK ?." At last he spoke: "This is only my second massage and the other one was just the back. You look really strong....will this hurt ?" I began to oil his neck and shoulders.. "No way. I offer deep tissue but if you really just want to relax and loosen up, that's fine. Let me know anytime you want me to do something differently or to stop. Its just the two of us here so don't be shy in front of me. I'm not the shy type myself." Well, I started on his neck which meant that his face was a few inches from my bulging jock strap. He could see and smell my crotch up close. As I moved around the table to work his back, he began to open up some. "I don't think I've ever seen such thick legs close up. Those calves ...." He didn't finish. I was groping his buttocks and he was obviously not used to this. "I'm a power lifter," I replied, "I go for the mass and strength." He began to breathe more heavily now, moaning quietly, as I kneeded his ass cheeks and spread them apart a bit. The view was hot: his smooth low-hangers were fully exposed. I dripped some "extra" massage oil into his butt crack and onto the heavy scrotum. Of course, I then had to mop some of it up with my towel while young, hetero Clark trembled from the contact, gasped, and went along with the plan. I asked Clark some general questions about his workouts. "What do you weigh ? Ever been bigger ?" I rubbed deeply into the back of his beautiful, muscular thighs and especially between his legs. I made a number of complimentary remarks about his body which he seemed to appreciate. He seemed very curious about my big body, too, especially my heaviest lifts and my unreal statistics. A bit more than just "jock talk" it seemed to me. It was time for the turn over. "Use the toilet or get some water." I left the room to give him some privacy. I could sense he might not wish me to see his front if what I suspected was true. When I returned, he was lying face up on the table. On top of his low-hangers rested a soft but very full circumcised penis -- maybe 5 inches in length. "Home stretch, Clark," I said. "Enjoying it so far ?" The young husband seemed very contented. In fact, he suggested that the room was very warm and that I remove my baggy sweatshirt. When I did so, standing at the foot of the table, his eyes were fixed on my huge upper torso. Just to be a tease, I turned my back to him while removing the shirt. When I faced him once again, the young jock had his curiosity satisfied in full: I boldly expanded my chest to its fullest measurement (maybe 54-55 inches), flared my lats, and let my over-built male hooters bounce freely. "Holy Shit !" He whispered. I smiled, relaxed my upper body, and began working on his legs again. As I approached his crotch, I asked him to help me out: "Clark, buddy, how about moving those big baby-makers out of my way ?" He chuckled and confessed to me, man to man, his big testicles were not easily kept out of the way. "Gotta wear boxers or I hurt 'em. No speedos for me. Huge loads" This last confession merely whispered. Well, it was proving to be an interesting massage. My client was not so shy anymore. The way he stared at my heavy-hanging, power-lifter's breasts as they bounced around by themselves was making me very hard in my jock strap. I am not so tall that he could see my crotch easily. I could certainly see his and that heavy, limp penis was more than double in length. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep with the occassional gasp and tremble. I was now working his upper body, the chest, shoulders, neck and arms. I opened a new topic of conversation. "Clark, how big is your penis ?" Eyes still shut, he replied quietly: "One foot." I gulped. "Your wife must go crazy." His reply surprised me. "No, not really. We don't have sex. She can't take the size, won't suck, and says she never would have married me if she'd seen me first. We married just out of school and she didn't fool around at all. I need to wear a condom sometimes because I leak pre-cum in my suit. I'm just so horny and your massage has, well....it feels so great. Seeing your chest, too. I would love to feel it." Returning to the foot of the massage table, I gently pulled Clark's body toward me so that his knees were bent and his feet nearly touched the floor. I lowered my upper torso over him and allowed his throbbing erection to slide into the cleavage between my jutting jugs. He watched in awe and excitement, his tool dripping non-stop now. I squeezed my pecs together to trap him "hot dog style". My nipples rubbed into his scratchy pubic hair while one hand massaged the orbs of his scrotum. My other hand took hold of his left nipple. I was beginning to contemplate something wild, outrageous, perhaps impossible. Could I climb onto the table and insert that real-life dildo of his between my gigantic glutes ? Would the table support both of us if things got crazy ? I had discreetly worked out at the gym with big butt plugs held in my horny ass with strapping tape. I'd done squats like that. Now, I would show young, hung Clark that he didn't need pussy to have great sex. This was a big challenge and one that had my boner throbbing and burping cream. I rubbed massage oil onto the horny straight's awesome erection and hauled myself onto the table. Clark stared at me. Straddling his waist, I lowered my big knockers toward his face. "Grab my pecs and support my weight" I told him. He did this and I began to insert his slippery mushroom head into my gaping, straining maw. From the look on his face, he could not believe what I was attempting. He began to pull, pinch and twist my lewd, bullet-shaped nipples assuming, I guess, it would distract me from my anal efforts. It worked and I had, at last, lowered my Herculean buttocks onto his shaft. Well, half of it. He was just too big. Both of us were grunting like a pair of apes as I began to ride him forcefully. My own penis was dripping and looked like it would take off like a rocket. The table shook. Clark's head snapped back and forth and he drooled, gasped, grunted, bucked, thrust up into me, mauled my jutting nipples and then suddenly began to crush my breasts with all the strength in his large hands. I bellowed like a bull in rut in reaction to the chest pain and somehow sat down on more of his mighty cock. My prostate gave up and sperm exploded from my meaty cock-head straight into his pretty mouth, eyes, and up his nose. He was wailing, shaking and shuddering and trying to screw me with all his might. I was amazed that he could buck so forcefully that my huge body was lifted off the table. Clark might have impregnated a town full of women with the amount of sperm he blasted into my bull twat. I fell on top of him, exhausted and void of all the great power-lifting strength I possessed. Clark actually passed out from the power of his ejaculation. It was some minutes before we began to revive. Clark comes to me for a massage every time he's in town on business. He has a new business now. He's a porn star -- in straight films -- using that huge "twat tamer" as he calls it. He will, however, share it with me. I hope you've enjoyed my earlier massage sessions but today is my day off. I rest, relax, and head over to the gym . I'm ready for my workout ! Damn. A phone call. Its the gym. Guy with a pulled muscle wants to see me right away On his way over. Who is it ? Oh no, not that prick. Donny, "Mr Teen State." He's very big for 18, very handsome and extremely well built but obnoxious, insulting, and conceited. I've avoided him so far but have heard all the stories. Ah well, it won't be a 2 hour massage-- just 20 minutes work on a pulled muscle. I'll only charge him $10. bucks. In walks Mr. Perfect Attitude. He pulls off his sweat top and snarls at me (no hello or please): "Get to work on that torn tricep." Holding my temper somehow, I work on his tricep and can feel the tight muscle relax and loosen. He'll be fine in a day if he doesn't train arms. Passing this advice to my teen champion, I say: "Only 10 bucks, Donny." Well, he turned on me and jeered: "You kidding ? You should pay ME for getting a feel of my hot body. Chicks and fags pay just to look. So, go fuck yourself, big freak." Really, I am a gentle giant but I have my limits. As Donny began to just walk away from me, I came at him from behind and quickly reaching under his arms, I had encircled his chest, lifted him off the floor, and was crushing him in a mighty bear hug. The stunned boy struggled and yet the air was quickly being squeezed out of him. He was getting dizzy and weak as I heard his back crack. Sometimes I don't realise just how strong I am but I had accomplished my goal. I carried the limp, barely conscious muscle-boy down to my basement play room. I threw him onto my wrestling mat and, sitting atop his back, I formed a plan. This arrogant young pup would not be so abusive in future. I would teach him some manners. I grabbed hold of my police handcuffs and bound his wrists. I then lifted him to his feet attaching the cuffs by a heavy chain to a ring in the ceiling. Donny's arms were now stretched above his head, his feet barely touched the floor. He was recovering quickly, his firm teenage muscles straining and sweating while he cursed and even spit in my face. An 18 year old kid, big and strong as he may be, should not spit on a 250 pound powerlifter. Its just not a smart move but then I didn't think Donny was very smart. Pretty, hunky, sexy, muscular but dumb and nasty.. Mr. Teen State could now look at himself in his bondage in the wall mirror provided. Stepping in front of him, I almost dared him to spit. He did not, perhaps because he could see for the first time my massive upper torso free of any clothing.. Taking hold of his sweat shirt in both hands, I began to strain and grunt until the material tore in two. I went for his sweat pants next, tearing one leg off at a time and finally ripping straight up from the crotch. This left him only in a tiny posing bikini which I slid down until it stretched to the max around his wide thighs and held his legs immobile. I must say, he looked really sexy now and I was just getting started. I stepped onto a box I use for calf raises. We were the same height .This time I thrust my 53-54 inch chest right into his pretty face, made my jumbo jugs dance a few times and finally trapped his nose in the cleavage. I could tell he was furious and at this moment he smashed his left knee into my ball sac. I was wearing a pouch and it was not a direct hit. It still hurt but I did not let him know this. So, he wanted to play rough with me. Not smart at all. I went off to gather some instruments of torture. I would not leave any permanent marks on his beautiful physique but we would both find out what kind of punishment, both physical and mental, he could handle. I also took the precaution of starting up a camcorder to video young champ's ordeal for future entertainment. Within minutes I returned with my equipment. I did not gag him nor blindfold him. I wanted to hear and see his reactions. I enjoyed hearing him curse me, call me names, and threaten me while his sexy blue eyes darted around the room showing far less confidence. I stood behind him and rubbed his body. I even used ice on my hands to make him shiver. His glutes, I told him, were far too big for a teen contestant. Did he squat all day ? I asked him. Those calves looked pathetically skinny, and where were his lats and traps ? Stepping to his front, I continued my verbal degradation. Feeling his pecs, I mentioned his soft, fleshy bitch tits. (Really, they were normal looking nipples). All of this was starting to depress him but he remained hostile. Then, I reached down to cup his gonads. "What happened here, Donny, too may steroids ? Don't tell me that's your penis ! I've seen bigger on 10 year old boys. You must have put a sock in your posing trunks at the state championship. You'd never satisfy a real woman with that little toy dick, Donny-baby. You're just a pathetic little wimp with a few muscles. In fact, it wouldn't take much at all to make you into my bitch-boy, a perfect she-male. Here we go. Just relax and enjoy." This talk must have fucked up his ego. I could see he was now very nervous. He struggled against the restraints but he was not being a smart mouth anymore. I began with one of those vibrating marital aids, a battery-operated dildo about 6 inches long designed to make a chick crazy. I coated it with gel and slowly inserted between Donny's rock-hard buttocks. He was tight, and the penetration took a few minutes. Donny was "ouching" a lot so I had to use extra muscle to violate his tunnel but the real surprise for him began when I turned on the toy. The vibrator began to hum away and throb against his virgin prostate gland. "AAAAWWWWW" he groaned loudly, gasping for breath, shaking in his restraints. "Is your little boy cunt happy now ?" I taunted him. Evidently it was because his penis had swollen in record time to its biggest dimension of 4.5 inches and was dripping a long, gooey stream of spunk on my floor. I now took some of the small size clothes pins and began to attach these to the thickest ridge of his mushroom head. I saved a couple for his nipples too, forcing the nubs to harden a bit. I fastened a ball stretcher to the base of his scrotum and found a small weight to hang from it. I also spread a small amount of Ben Gay on his smooth testicles to "warm them up" with a mild but erotic burning sensation. A couple of large clothespins were attached to the armpits. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, I began to beat his buttocks with the palms of my hands. Mr. Teen State was taking a good deal of pain but he was also taking some new, intense sexual pleasures as witnessed by his burping cock hole. The dildo, advertised on the box as "guaranteed to satisfy any pussy over and over" was doing such a number on young Donny's joy button that he was nearly insane with lust and desperate to climax. The first time he orgasmed I was beating his ass full force. The second time, only 20 minutes or so later, I had attached a second weight to his sore nuts and had both swinging forcefully between his thighs. His third load erupted as I chewed his neck and ear lobes while twisting some of the clothespins on his purple cock head. I still believe the stud could have managed a fourth load but he looked beaten, drained in full. I removed the various toys and looked at my muscle-bound piece of beef. He hung limply, wiped out and destroyed, nuts very low and lifeless, penis sore-looking, and with the red ass of a monkey. Good work, and all on video in case he decided to deny it ever happened. What would his female (or male ?) fans think if that video got out ? I helped Donny upstairs and put him to bed. I gently massaged his sore triceps again and then rubbed ointment anywhere he might need it. The teenage sex and muscle idol was now in my power and had learned humility and respect the hard way . So much for my day off ! Its unusual for me to go to a hotel to give a massage but the money was good and it was a slow week. My contact at the hotel told me to show up at 2.00 PM in suite 200, one of the best in the hotel. The client had phoned to ask for a "very strong male masseur who can spend a couple of hours working on my sore back." When I arrived, I was expecting a businessman although it was an odd time of day. Instead, to my amazement, was a tall and massively built young man with very long, blond hair which hung loosely over his white bathrobe. He had one strong handshake -- lucky for me I have one too. "I'm Mark, follow me" is all he said. We left the entry hall and went into a bedroom. Curtains were shut against the light. A kingsize bed took up most of the room. There was a table where I set my oils and the electric back massager I had brought along to loosen him up. Mark went into the bathroom. I placed towels across the sheets at the foot of the huge bed. Its not as good as working on a massage table but I can manage. I still wore my sweatpants and shirt but the room seemed very warm and I was removing them. Just then, Mark came out of the bathroom and was completely nude with blond hair flowing over his shoulders and down his backside. And now I remembered who he was. "Aren't you a TV pro-wrestler named 'The Mighty Samson ?" Sure he was. I began the massage with his neck and shoulders, letting his hair fall to one side and then the other. He was not a talker so I just figured he needed to relax. I spent a long time on his tight back and used the machine to loosen him up. His body was in top condition, the skin tight and supple and hairless. He was muscular without being muscle-bound. I could see his TV appeal for the screaming girls ring side. There was a knock at the hall door. Since he was nude, I went to answer and met a Fed Ex delivery guy who seemed amazed to see a 250 pound powerlifter in a pair of briefs signing for the parcel. I carried it into the bedroom. Mark (or Samson) seemed delighted to have it. It was a video of some kind. He asked me to turn on the TV and VCR which he could view from his position on the bed. My view was perfect also as I began to firmly kneed his hard, snow white glutes,. Samson was some sex god. Well, the video started and what I began to see on the wide screen TV really blew my mind. In a room covered with wrestling mats, Mighty Samson faced the biggest, most muscular female I had ever seen. Both wore only the tiniest posing strings, not even bikinis. Both seemed to be coated in bodyoil. The two giants began to wrestle, falling to the mat and struggling while cursing and grunting loudly. Mark ripped the muscle-bitch's top off right away and began to slap and crush her heavy hooters. Roaring in rage, she thrust her thumb into his anus and tried to pull him off of her. He retaliated by biting one of her engorged, ruby red nipples. When she grabbed onto his two smaller male nubs, I saw him wince in pain and struggle to release them. The sounds coming from the TV seemed more animal than human and, I confess to you, I was no longer concentrating on the massage but instead had begun to work my own hard nipples. Mark was now aroused as well, standing in front of the set and stroking his manhood. The match continued with the muscle-bitch on top of Mark's back. With one finger she had pulled aside the thin strap of his G-string and was using the rest of her digits to maul and mangle big Samson's extremely vulnerable testicles. He bellowed in rage and pain but she seemed determined to remove his bloated baby-makers and take 'em home as a trophy. She used her other hand to pull at his long hair and keep him prostrate on the mat. Releasing the nuts, she reached further into the strap to pinch his foreskin and pull and stretch it out far beyond its intended length. This seemed to be the final humiliation for Samson. He flipped his crazed opponent over onto her back and climbed atop her struggling body. With a firm tug he had pulled aside her small posing string. Suddenly, she knew what he was trying for. Using all the great strength in her legs, she tried to kick him off her, to defend her private orifice from his coming assault. To no avail. The huge male thrust forward and penetrated the bitch's gaping twat with brutal force. She howled in rage as her snatch forced itself open to take the invading wrestler's hard prong. The two continued to wrestle and screw like beasts until they climaxed and collapsed on the mats. Samson looked over at his masseur. Both men, stroking erections, faced one another. With no word spoken, they masturbated furiously and ejaculated all over one another. Being a powerlifter, I have always been excited by men who can perform astounding feats of strength . So, I was very pleased to have a call from the friend of a world famous strongman. I had massaged the friend before but had not known of his pal Kurt, the German Giant. These were the facts: "Kurt's due in two hours. He has just left the doctor. An injury. He'd like a massage." I asked about the type of injury. It seems that last night Kurt was celebrity guest at the regional armwrestling event. He was not actually a participant, of course, just there to demonstrate feats of strength, sign autographs and such. Well, after the last event ended, a couple of punk bodybuilders challenged Kurt to a match and he agreed. He would armwrestle both men at once using only his gargantuan right arm against their two right arms. The fight went on for more than 10 minutes when suddenly Kurt's muscle tore and he was in great pain. It would take weeks to recuperate and he would be in my hands soon.. I had seen Kurt perform on ESPN. His arm size and power stunned everyone. When he turned up at my door, he had to almost turn sideways to enter. His shirt, I reckoned, had to be some custom made creation to accommodate his girth. He confessed to me that he felt pain in his right tricep. I suggested that he first use my hot tub and have a soak. He would be with me for several hours while I applied ointments and heat to his torn muscle. I joined him there 5 minutes later and he was already soaking. I was surprised that any water remained in the tub !--- he looked so massive. I was not quite tiny myself as I stood beside the tub clad only in my XXL athletic supporter. I reached for his right arm and began to feel it gently asking him questions about its condition. No doubt it was larger than any arm I had even imagined holding. I used both hands to manipulate the tricep muscles which looked the size of a football. The biceps I can only say went way past "softballs" and looked highly capable of lifting boulders, bending rods, snapping chains, or armwrestling muscle punks. The man is enormous and seems very comfortable exhibiting his nude physique. His genitals match his proportions but stop short of "freaky." I can see them floating on the water's surface looking like a banana and two tangerines. Lots of foreskin and soft, low-hangers. What a sight. However, being a professional masseur does not allow me to grope my clients much as I would like to do so!!! Kurt dries off and moves to the massage table which can hardly support his big frame. Glad I had it reinforced to hold 350 pounds. I begin on his back and shoulders. I grunt as I work his glutes, two boulders of concrete that could smash a table in half. The legs are less tight. Somehow, I get him to turn over but he has to get off the table completely to do this and his heavy cock smacks against my thigh. I now massage his arms and especially the torn muscle. He hasn't talked much but I don't urge clients to chat. Its up to them to decide when to talk to me and about what subject. I am often amazed by what I hear. This was one of those times. He seemed to want to confide in me as one muscleman to another. I am quiet and discreet and men sense this. Kurt's German accent and deep voice filled the tiny room, sounding a bit like Arnold S. "You can imagine that I now make the secret porno films ? Big money from a rich Arab who likes to watch. I tell you all ?" I went along with that at once. He continued: "Kurt is nude in his gym. All alone do I work out. Enters a bimbo with very large tits and a boy-bodybuilder. Both feel me all over to making me horny and too much aroused to continue my lifting. She gets on my flat bench like a dog position to push the big ass up. The male walks away to get dumbbells. Two 100 pounds each. He takes my penis to push inside his girl. I am doing the bicep curling with her sex pushed against me. The boy goes behind me and wants my balls both together in his mouth. This I think not possible. I am with the dumbbells now pumping the biceps for 30 minutes no stop. Arms still strong, ja ? The boy takes weights from me and brings a tape measure from the wall. I must show off the double biceps pose. The bimbo pulls off my penis to see him measure my arms. So very pumped are they now to be 26 inches !! Even it amazes me that crazy measurement but many hours did I pump my arms that morning and last night. So, it is perfectly right. The girl's waist is also 26 inches with the tape. Now they make me to flex and pose for them with body worship and to touch for themselves my big-pumping." I stop here to say that my cock was rock-hard and painful in my jock. Kurt's own organ was beating his stomach like a drum and oozing liberally. Describing his mind-blowing, outrageous strength and stats plus sexual prowess to me, his big masseur, was feeding his ego and his sex drive all at once. Only a real exhibitionist could get himself obscenely rampant on a massage table talking about himself to a masseur of his own gender. And it got better... Kurt continued: "Each held an arm and I lifted my arms higher to take them off the floor. My fists came to meet up over my head. My biceps they squeezed so very hard and I could show off. They release me to feel my penis again. The boy brings to me an iron bar for bending in half. Not too easy, ja ? But Kurt can bend. It takes 10 or 15 minutes and I strain like Hercules. They kneel before me, rubbing my legs, licking my sex parts, yes ? They masturbate each other watching me bend the bar. When I get the ends of the bar to meet and I am shouting very loud, I see my slaves having their orgasms. I too need one. I throw the bar to the floor and make my cum to shoot on them. " I can't handle anymore. "Kurt, let's you and me have orgasms now." He agrees at once and I have him sit on the edge of my table. I remove my supporter. The pouch is sagging from the weight of my copious pre-cum. To my surprise, Kurt takes the slimy garment out of my hand and examines it. He smiles and winks at me."We are bulls !" he shouts. He has begun to feel my pectorals which are, I am told by some, enormously over-developed even for a power lifter. My jutting, bullet-size nipples became the object of his attention and he tugged at them.. "Bigger than your bimbo ?" I asked. "I think so !", he replied and laughed. "Kurt too is very big there !" and he twisted his thick nubs. I must have been drunk with lust as the saying goes because I looked into Kurt's eyes and said: " I will suck on your stud-penis until I have drained every drop of bull-semen from those beautiful, big balls. Flex those arms !" Up they went, and I grabbed onto them with my strong hands. My mouth descended on his meat and began its suction. Kurt was delirious: "You take me ! My sperm, my man-seed to make you grow. Ja ! Suck me. Feel the biggest arms on the German Giant !" He had somehow managed to get his big thighs onto my shoulders and had my head trapped on top of his crotch. I was gagging on his engorged donkey-dick and my chin crashed against his goands making him grunt and curse. I sensed he could not hold back his climax much longer. His tremendous arms, still in my grasp, were shaking forcefully now. His grunting was almost deafening in the small room, and his tool kept burping out starch. His organ had bloated to the max but exactly how big I could not tell you. He shouted something in German and then I felt the convulsions. I sucked down one big spurt after another wondering if he would ever finish ejaculating. I just about fell off of him, gasping for air, and landing on the tile floor where a big puddle of my own sperm had collected. I had shot untouched, not a usual for men. Kurt, too, groaned in fatigue and I realised a bit late that his arms must have been hurting him as he flexed so intensely for me. Still, he was smiling when he told me: "I am the most drained strongman in the world !" My nice neighbour was telling me about her nephew, Bobby, who would soon be visiting for a weekend. He had just finished marine bootcamp. "And," she was saying to me, "he'll be in need of a good rest when he gets here. I'd like to treat him to one of your massages." She showed me a photo of young Bobby and it took no more for me to agree a time and "special" rate. Hot little jarhead ; I'd take good care of him. At last Saturday came and so did Bobby. He was not in uniform but the marine hair cut was unmistakeable, the erect posture, and the muscular build. I also noticed something else about Bobby. He was extremely submissive. More than the military drills into you, I thought. Too many "yes, sirs" to a civlilian and the eyes did not often meet mine. That type joins the military so they can take orders, be obedient and, I thought with a smirk, accept discipline. This could be great fun. I lead him into my small changing and shower room. "Get naked" I barked. He wasted no time and impessed me with the way he folded each garment and organised his watch, wallet, and shoes. "Often get massaged ?" I asked. "No, sir, No ! My first one." Bobby seemed a little nervous, too, as he saw his masseur strip totally naked. "Not shy, are you, marrine ?" I asked him. "No, sir, NO !" He nearly shouted in protest. He stood before me now, completely nude, legs apart and arms at his side as if ready for inspection. In a sense, that seemed appropriate. He was well-built for age 19 but did not carry more than 210pounds. I carry 250 and he could see that for himself as I strutted about the small room gathering towels and massage oils. I figured he'd been nude with his fellow recruits plenty of times but none of them were bulky powerlifters just over 40. I could see his eyes following me, appraising my big physique, and maybe enjoying the sight. After all, in a boot camp a kid like that has little privacy and can't afford to be caught "checking out" the other men. Bobby obeyed my orders. He was face down on the table. I was working on his neck, standing in front of his face and giving him a close up of my privates. His eyes were wide open. I moved around, worked his shoulders, back, and then his tight legs. "You are really tight." He explained his training routine in some detail and all the running required. "Should I work your buttocks ?" It was more command than question. He quiety replied: "Sir, your call, sir." It was an arse I shall never forget, one of the firmest and sexiest I'd ever seen. I kneeded it over and over while young Bobby sucked in air and whimpered like a small kid from time to time. He would also tremble when I'd drip oil into his crack or onto his virgin hole. He'd kept his frontal goodies tucked under and out of view. Well, it was time for the flip ! I left the room for my break and when I returned he was on his back, staring at the ceiling as if preparing for interogation or even torture. As I massaged the front of his legs, I decided on interogation. "So, marines build men. You're very well built, Bobby." He then rambled on about how much strength and bulk he had gained, how he loved to wrestle with other recruits, overpower them on the mat, out-lift them in the weight room, armwrestle them to submission. Yet, I knew, what he would have liked even more was to have submitted himself to a stronger man. Like me, perhaps ? "Bobby, what do you think about my size ? He was slow to answer me.He was enjoying having his upper body worked on. "Well, I reckon you're huge." He omitted the 'sir' for some reason. "Permission to take your measurements , sir ?" And so it progressed from massage table to my home gym where both of us, bare butts and all, faced the mirror. Bobby the marine recruit stood behind me with the tape measure. He stretched the tape around and it met up at the 54 inch mark. To stretch around my huge upper torso, he was forced to press his front up against my boulder-sized buttocks and it was at that second that I felt it pressing. He had an erection. I put my plan into operation. I swung around to face him. "You've got a hard-on !" I pretended to be grossed out. He was turning bright red and had thrown his hand over his crotch. "No, sir, NO, I don't." I slapped his hand away from his crotch. "What's that little thing there, marine ?" You've guessed it. Young Bobby's big, powerful body did not come equipped with much horse power between the thighs. I guess his balls could be called average eggs, but his penis was straining to make 4 inches. I know because I measured with the tape right then and there with him staring down in humiliation. I taunted him further: "Did you want to stick that up my butt ? Like I would even know it ! Look at a man's prick. Feel mine !" Like I said before, he was submissive. He began to grope my gonads and then my rod. "Big sir, very big. I'm too small sir." He was hugely aroused by the whole scene. His small tool throbbed and dripped. "Check out my chest, boy !" I was ordering this big marine around like he was a pesonal slave and I fucking loved it. He obeyed me again, of course, and gave my pectorals a long squeeze. He was "feeling me up" and growing more excited with each grope. "Permission to suck on your nipples, sir ?" he begged. In answer, I just grabbed his face and forced it between my pecs. He started to eat me right away and was groaning like a horny bitch. Ah yes ! There is more. The masseur is not finished with his recruit. Stay tuned to this channel for the exciting conclusion ..... Continuing the story about Bobby, the marine recruit, who was eating away at my thimble-sized nipples like a cheap slut. I was not sure how long I could take this "workout" and decided on another approach. I pushed him off me and ordered him to stand at attention. This he did in a second. He was rigid, no pun intended, and just waiting for the next command. Question time. "When did you last shoot a load, boy ?" To my shock, it had been nearly a week. "Where ?" In the camp latrine. "How ?" A 60 second jerk off. "When ?" Two minutes before showering with the other recruits. "Why then ?" To relieve the pressure and keep his tool flaccid. Ah Ha ! "You won't shoot today without permission from me, will you ?" Agreed. "And, you will need to ask for that permission or remain as you are until its given." Agreed also. Leaving him for the moment, I went in search of a favourite toy of mine and came up behind him so as to keep it out of his sight. Ignoring my desire to just bend him over and fuck him senseless, I put into operation my devious, sadistic little scheme. He remained at attention while I casually pressed my right hand between his thighs and lightly rubbed his testicles. Question time again. "Why are these jarhead balls so tight ?" He replied that he was too aroused. "Want some pussy ?" He hesitated but agreed that he did. Yeah, right, I thought but said nothing. "Can you go another week without shooting a load ?" At this idea, he freaked out. "NO, SIR !!! Permission to empty marine's gonads now, please, Sir ! " My answer was negative. "You will hold that grunt sperm until it pleases me to release it. Understood ?" He nodded, replied "Sir" and thrust out his chest. I could tell, however, that he was shaking with lust and close to tears. My discipline was about to get more severe. My "toy" was just a feather but exactly what I needed to "play dirty" with the submissive Bobby. As I ran the tip of the feather across his stiff little nipples, and then across his butt hole, and between his legs in that most sensitive region, and finally dusted off his shrunken scrotum, he was no doubt the horniest 19 year old on the planet. His fists clenched, his toes curled, and his small prong had created a waterfall of pre-gism that cascaded right to the floor. "Permission to shoot, sir, please, sir, now, sir, drain me, sir" and he babbled on for a couple of minutes. "DEEE-NYED" I screamed back at him. He was gulping for air now as I used my feather to tickle the throbbing mushroom head and its ridge, then the shaft, and then his hairy and bloated, marble-sized nuts. I put a couple of small clothes pins on his taut, erected nipples just to show who the boss was. As if he needed reminding ! I even pushed a small amount of Ben Gay into his marine bull twat just to warm it up. Its true, I don't play fair sometimes. Bobby the Grunt had begun to, well, grunt. Actually it was an ape-like mantra interrupted by pleas for permission to ejaculate. I barked back at him, slapping his erection with my open palm: "I don't want your jarhead pussy juices on my clean floor, you fucking nymphomaniac. I can fuck you so long, deep and hard you won't need sex for a year !" He could take no more. With a wail and then a roar, he began to blow his wad, genitals untouched, all over my chest and stomach. I was about 3 feet in front of him as I verbally abused him so that I could really enjoy the show. Only a sex-starved young bull his age, in top physical condition, could be capable of such an obscene, intense orgasm. Certainly, no porn star alive could have matched him. He bent in half as if I'd punched him and his body jerked and spasmed until he fell onto his knees in complete exhaustion. His spunk was all over me and the floor and still it dribbled out of his gaping hole. I knelt by him, cradling his head in my arms, listening to his sobs, hugging and stroking him. I knew, all along, that this is what he needed and wanted but could only bring himself to face after a total surrender to his true feelings and most private sexual desires. And the big masseur's gigantic balls strained to hold his own spunk.......... ......... My contact at the hotel rang to book a massage for a Japanese guest. Because I have a hot tub, he wanted to come to my place. I was told a few details by my friend: "He's no sumo wrestler. He's short, stocky, about 30, and good looking. His English is minimal, though. Always smiling and he's on his own. No girlfriend and no group. " He arrived on time, smiling, very polite, and little communication. I have always liked the Japanese men I've met. I left him to undress and hoped that I could understand what he wanted. When I returned, he was quietly standing next to the hot tub clad in a white, diaper-style garment like I'd seen on Japanese wrestlers. He looked to me like he could wrestle. He was only about 5'6" but beefy. He smiled at me, he bowed to me, and I did the same back to him. I motioned for him to enter the hot tub and this he did. I massaged his neck from outside the tub and then shoulders. He was all "ooh and aah" so maybe the jet was whipping his privates?. After 15 minutes, he was ready for his body massage. I wrapped him in a bath towel and made a motion for him to remove his garment. He bowed to me, slipped it off, hung it on a hook, and stood facing me fully nude. He was hairless except for his pubic region with its thick black bush. He had two very wide, dark brown nipples with almost feminine smoothness. His genitals were soft and dangling after their hot tub soak. We moved to the massage table where it was my turn to strip down although I kept on my supporter as is usual. The massage was not deep but gentle and relaxing. He moaned and groaned a good deal. It's so easy to rub oil into a smooth, hairless body as compared to some of the apes I've met. His muscles were not very tight but he had worked them out a good deal. As I finished with his front, he was smiling again and having a real close study of my upper torso. Inscrutable oriental, I mused. Too bad about the language. Off the table, massage concluded, he bowed to me deeply. "Most excellent massage of life," he began. "I wish to show respect for the great strength and size of you. It is as we honor our sumo wrestlers in Japan. You are so big a male and I so small. " So, I thought, he does speak some English and something is about to happen here. There in my small massage room, he began to touch my body beginning at the head. His touch was light, soft, almost a tickle at times. He did not miss a spot and rubbed at length my hulking arms, and my bench-built boobs. These seemed to arouse him; I noticed his penis expanding. Upon reaching my jock strap, he stopped and asked: "Please, to allow me to remove this ?" I just nodded once. He took it off in slow motion and I stepped out of it. He then put his head through one of the straps and wore it with the pouch hanging between his pecs. His two huge, brown tits looked like head lights on either side of it. He returned to my thighs and now he was close to my crotch but he reached around me to fondle my glutes instead. He was "ooohing and aaahing" with each gentle grope. I found all this amazing and surprisingly erotic. One inch from his face, my resting member had begun its transformation into a tumescent battering-ram. Another few seconds and it would be poking at his nostrils. When my penis is hard, its dead certain my nipples will be also. As if to prove the point, he was feeling them now and both were erecting in his fingertips. "Biggest I see !" he exclaimed. I'd heard that before about my bullet-sized stiffies. His gentle rubbing had forced them to harden past the 3/4 inch point. His palms were rubbing the tips, making me go bananas. I can get so outrageously loud when excited and this man had me there. With each growl and grunt, he was there to intensify my horniness. He was now sucking one swollen nipple non-stop in a frenzied breast-feeding action. Maybe he thought I was large enough to produce milk, and who could say one day I might not do so. With all the wild and hot sex I enjoyed through my work, nothing was more arousing for me than this kind of action. He was actually performing a "sexual servicing" of my jumbo jugs, massaging them and kneeding and groping their bulk. I would bounce one pec at a time to excite him and then harden both in his strong hands whiile his mouth continued its relentless nipple feast. I knew, just knew without proof required, that my nipple tissue had gone the extra distance for me. That is to tell you that my hot little man was now working on full one-inch long male nipples -- my very largest dimension. Move over King Kong ! I guess its quite amazing that two nipples on a 250 pound muscleman could make that man roar with horniness; that they could concentrate his sexuality and prowess so intensely and focus his attention so completely above all else. In my case, it was quite true. I had on just a few occassions been able to reach climax, to have a seminal discharge as the doc would say, exclusively from nipple manipulation. I now wondered if this was about to recur. My cock felt like a powerhose about to blow-up and he had not paid it any attention. He seemed to be in some kind of sexual stupor, oblivious to all except for my now throbbing nipples. I was about to climax, no doubt, and he knew it. He was sucking my hard-on, working my nipples and awaiting the "Big Bang." He did not wait long. I nearly choked him with my load but he held on and drained me dry. Only then did he allow himself an orgasm and I must say those small nuts of his held more semen than some of the bull-balls I've seen blow . Hot men come in all shapes and sizes, of that I am convinced. Yours Truly, MuscleMan Masseur