Mike Matarazzo by Derek Flex please send your comments to raexis@hotmail.com (of course, this story is purely fictional)
Mike finished the double biceps pose and sat down at the preacher bench. His skimpy tank top didn't hide much of his upper body, which pleasured Mr. Franks, who watched. And Mike's workout shorts hid nothing of his superior leg development.
Mike looked over at Mr. Franks and smiled slightly. He felt a little self conscious. Mr. Franks' grin was just a bit too friendly for Mike's tastes. Mike had gotten used to guys ogling his body-- it just came with the territory of being a professional bodybuilder. But that didn't mean he had to like it. Mr. Frank had offered Mike a nice sum of money for the professional bodybuilder to pose for his magazine, but now, as he felt the inescapable stare of Mr. Frank run up and down his body, Mike wasn't so sure he had made the right decision.
"O.K., Mike," Mr. Frank said. "Just drape your arms over the preacher pad. Don't grab the EZ-curl bar. I just want to get some pictures of those guns of yours resting on the pad."
Mike obliged. His 21 inch arms bulged as the padded preacher bench pressed on them from underneath. Mr. Frank smiled. He snapped a few shots. Mike thought it interesting that the publisher of the magazine himself was taking pictures for this shoot.
"O.K., now extend your arms downward so your hands are very low," he said.
Mike obeyed.
In an instant, two rings mechanically wrapped themselves around Mike's wrists, strapping his huge arms in place. At the same time, Mike's ankles were grabbed by two similar rings and locked in place on the floor. Mike couldn't move. His huge, muscular body was cuffed to the preacher bench.
"WHAT THE..." Mike gasped. He was so totally surprised by this that he didn't even realize what had happened. Mr. Frank smiled. Mike began cursing as he squirmed and fought against the restraints. But despite possessing one of the strongest, best-developed bodies on the planet, Mike was unable to break free. Mr. Frank fondled himself as he watched Mike's rippling muscles bulge as they exerted all their strength in vain. Mr. Frank waited for a few minutes, to let Mike settle down. After Mike had exhausted his body and his vocabulary, Mr. Frank leaned forward and said "Now Mike, this isn't going to hurt if you don't fight against it." Mr. Frank paused a second and then said, "Mike, I want you to meet another bodybuilder. You and he are going to get to know each other very, very well." Mr. Frank smiled a devilish grin as he pressed a button on an intercom.
"Come on in," he said into the box.
In a second, a door to the gym opened. Mike turned his head to see who was coming in.
"Mike, this is Erik," Mr. Frank said. "He's a big fan of yours, and he's been looking forward to this meeting for months." Erik walked towards Mike and stopped a few feet from him. Erik was at least 6 inches taller than Mike's 5' 10" and he probably weighed at least 40, maybe 50 pounds more than the professional bodybuilder. But the most amazing aspect of Erik's physique was his leanness and unreal vascularity. Even with his clothes on, Erik's less-than-2 percent body fat was obvious. Mike couldn't figure out where this guy had been hiding! Why hadn't Mike seen him in any competitions? He would have blown the socks off of everyone!
"Go ahead, Erik," Mr. Frank said. "Enjoy yourself."
Erik grinned a sickening grin as he eyed the trapped bodybuilder. Mike began to get nauseous. Erik started undressing. Mike nearly gasped when he saw the development of this guy! Erik's broad shoulders and incredibly massive arms put Mike's to shame! And Erik's thick, full chest totally dominated a row of mini-loaf abs! In a moment, Erik was nude. Mike struggled once again to get free, but Erik just grinned and watched. Mike began to panic. He nearly was crying. Mr. Frank enjoyed watching those huge guns wrestle against the unbreakable bindings that held Mike's wrists down. Mike's veins pulsed as they ran fresh blood to the muscles, in a effort to strengthen them. Mr. Frank unzipped his pants and stuck his hand inside.
Erik walked to Mike's back side and flipped a bracket on the preacher bench and removed the seat that Mike had been sitting on. He took the seat and post and sat them aside. Mike's body was now totally resting on the support of the preacher bench. His wide, thick back was accentuated as his upper body draped over the bench. Eric moved closer, his huge nude body anticipating the pleasure to come.
Eric took the skimpy straps of tank-top fabric that draped over Mike's bulging traps and tore it. Mike flinched. Then Erik tore the shirt all the way off, fully exposing the naked, muscular upper body of Mike Matarazzo. That back was so beautiful and powerful! Erik took his left hand and gently ran it up and down Mike's back, pausing to squeeze the mammoth lat muscles. Mike squirmed. Erik's hand moved down farther and cupped the rock-hard glute muscles, still covered by Mike's gym shorts. But they weren't covered for long. Erik tore them off and threw them on the floor. He began caressing Mike's bare, muscular butt with both hands. He leaned down closer as his large cock began to stiffen. "You make me very pleased," Erik said as he felt the muscles of Mike's back side. Within seconds, Erik's cock was at full erection, dripping with precum.
Erik moved his hands lower and began touching the twitching slabs of beef that comprised Mike's legs. He squeezed the muscle and closed his eyes. With his eyes still closed, he moved his hands upward and resumed enjoying Mike's bare, muscled butt. Erik slowly moved his fingers toward Mike's ass hole and began prying the flexing, tightening, fighting muscles apart. Erik's strong fingers fought for a few second's against Mike's glutes. Mike writhed as he struggled. Mr. Frank removed his stiff cock from his pants as the show unfolded. He teased himself by lightly stroking himself as he enjoyed Erik's dominance of this most powerful of bodybuilders.
Then, just when Erik had the tip of one finger inside Mike's ass, he stopped and withdrew it. Erik's stiff cock was spewing so much precum that it dribbled onto the floor. Erik stood up and walked around Mike's side and stood in front of him.
"See what you do to me?" Erik said to Mike, displaying his huge penis in front of Mike's face. "I am going to push this right up your ass. And then, when it's all the way inside, I am going to leave it there. Just leave it there. You will feel my rock hard cock inside your ass for an eternity of seconds as I enjoy holding your muscular body in my own. I will squeeze your body. I will kiss your neck. I will tighten my rod inside of you and you will squirm with pain. And I will shudder with pleasure as I fuck you."
Erik leaned his huge body closer and his bobbing cock nearly touched Mike's face. Mike turned his head to avoid contact. A drop of precum splashed onto Mike's neck as the striated, muscular cock tightened. Mike looked at it. It was so long and straight! It pulsed with visible veins; incredibly virile and painfully large. Erik tightened it again, and Mike looked away again as it bobbed dangerously close to his face. This time, the clear precum squirted out and just dribbled down the shaft. It was incredibly sensual, and Mr. Frank watched, mesmerized by Erik's sexual prowess. Erik took his finger and stopped the descending river. Then, grabbing Mike's head with his other hand, he stuck the drenched fingertip up one of Mike's nostrils. He smiled as he wiped his precum on the inside of Mike's nose. His huge triceps muscles bulged as his finger deposited his juice.
Erik moved back to Mike's ass and bent his legs. His massive legs snuggled into Mike's smaller ones. Erik massaged Mike's neck and traps with his strong fingers, then slowly started to enjoy Mike's back again, gently running his hands up and down the muscles. He brought his hands down and parted Mike's ass again. Slowly, he brought his throbbing cock head between Mike's granite glutes and pressed the wet crown against Mike's hole. Mike wailed and fought, but Erik didn't back down.
As Erik began to shove his rigid cock inside Mike, he closed his eyes once again. He bit his lower lip.
Mr. Frank began stroking himself harder now.
Soon, Erik was all the way up Mike's warm, tight ass. Then he held it. He leaned forward and took his hands and placed them on Mike's huge 21 inch arms and began to enjoy the hugeness of those guns. Even though his own arms were larger and more defined (if that could be possible), Erik took the opportunity to pleasure his own fingers with the granite hardness and immense size of Mike's famous arms. Erik found himself pushing his cock farther up as he became overwhelmed with the total pleasure of experiencing this Mike-fuck. He nearly shook as he squeezed Mike's grapefruit biceps. He tightened his own ass harder, forcing his hips, and cock, farther forward. He leaned forward and kissed Mike's thick neck, licking it and enjoying the sweaty, salty taste. His legs muscles bulged as he straightened them, forcing himself farther into Mike's ass. He nearly lifted Mike and the preacher bench off the floor.
Erik reached down with his right hand and began to fondle Mike's cock. Amazingly, Mike didn't resist. Perhaps he knew he couldn't resist. Erik's muscular fingers tickled Mike's penis and balls. Erik knew just where to touch a man, and within seconds Mike was erect. Erik pleasured Mike and the bodybuilder's precum began to flow. Eric's skillful hand soon had Mike moaning.
Mr. Frank began to squirt long ropes of cum into the air and onto Mike's broad shoulders and huge arms. Seeing this, Erik could hold back no longer. His giant body began to jerk, and he started to moan. Erik's orgasm came just in time to drive Mike over the edge, and within seconds the professional bodybuilder was forcing spray after spray of white cum into the air. Erik groaned with pleasure as he emptied himself into Mike's ass.
Upon completion of his orgasm, Erik slowly, painfully pulled out. He massaged the traps and shoulders of the exhausted bodybuilder as he squirted a few more shots onto Mike's back. Then he leaned down and nuzzled Mike's neck with his own. He gently kissed Mike's ear and thanked him for the pleasure of his service. Erik stood up and said, "If you're ever interested, I'd love to do this again sometime. You were so much better than Dennis Newman." He took a big glob of his thick cum that was sticking to the end of his penis, and placed it on his fingertip. He brought his finger to Mike's mouth and rubbed the cum onto Mike's lips. Mike waited a few seconds, then slowly stuck his tongue out and licked the cum off his lips, swallowing it.
Erik turned to Mr. Frank and frenched his boss for a few seconds, then walked to the door, stopping to grab his clothes. Mike turned and watched the giant walk out of the room. The professional bodybuilder then dropped his head and sobbed uncontrollably, his muscular, wet body bouncing with each tearful gasp.