The Trans Olympiad By Sasha Steele
His face was turned to the side. Eyes closed. A deep furl formed between his eyebrows as though he were distressed. The side of his head was pressed into the soft pillow. Through his open mouth he breathed an intermitted sigh as his boyfriend fucked him.
Sandal wasn't exactly a paramour, as he was his rich boyfriend's only lover. But he was a kept tranny who wanted for nothing. Sandal's boyfriend Desmond pampered him. Indulged his every whim. And Sandal didn't need to lift a finger. Maids and servants did everything for him.
Desmond had sucked Sandal's cock before commencing to fuck him. Sandal's cock was not overly large. When fully erect, as it was right now, his cock stretched the tape a meager four inches. Though it's thickness, with a circumference of nearly six inches made it look substancial. Desmond could take all of it into his mouth.
Desmond treated Sandal to exclusive clubs and restaurants. All the best shows and gatherings. To his country estate and trips aboard his yacht. He lavished Sandal with gifts of diamonds and jewelry. Kept him in the most expensive designer dresses and elegant lingerie.
Sandal's body was completely hairless. His golden tanned skin smooth. His bald scrotum was not very large, though it was extremely sensitive. Desmond's tongue always paid a lot of attention to it. Particularly after Sandal cums in his mouth. Which was every time he sucked Sandal's cock. And Desmond sucked Sandal's cock a lot.
Sandal wasn't always a rich man's lover. That came about quite by accident a few years back. Back then, though pretty young, Sandal was already a has-been. He'd squandered all his money in self indulgence. He had no income. No means of support. And no way by which to make money, except with his body.
Sandall was a professional bodybuilder. A three time T-O winner. His last Trans Olympiad title had been won two years prior to when he met Desmond for the second time, when they had started going together. That T-O win though was contraversial because Sandal had come into the contest smooth. He'd put on too much weight in the off season and had trouble taking it all off.
The first time though, that he met Desmond was a month or so after that contriversial T-O win. It was just a chance meeting in passing at an appreciation gala and dinner for Trans Olympia sponsors. Desmond was there because one of the companies he owns was a major sponsor of the Trans Olympiad. The company, (Mantee), makes dresses for transvestite men of size. Demond hadn't stayed long.
Sandal's balls in his bald scrotum weren't the only thing that Desmond's tongue payed attention to. Inevitably his wanton tongue always found its way to his ass. And Sandal has a massive ass. On the Trans Olympiad's posing platform it was always his big muscle butt poses that moved the crowd to ovation, especially in the lingerie competition.
Before fucking him Desmond had opened Sandal's massive globe-like ass cheeks and buried his face deep between them. His wet tongue licked the soft pink tissue of Sandal's sphincter enticing it to open. It entered Sandal's anal canal making him moan. And Desmond fucked Sandal with his tongue until he begged for Desmond's cock inside him.
Sandal remembered the appreciation gala and dinner well. As the current T-O title holder at the time he had to wear a Mantee dress. It was a pink tutu style mini with an elegantly beaded and embroidered bodice. With it Sandal wore glistening white tights that showcased his big shapely legs. And even more so, his big sexy ass.
The tights looked as though they'd been painted on. The super stretchy material sank deep into the crevice between his bum cheeks and in the crease below the crescent overhang of each of those beautiful globes. When flaccid Sandal's cock shrinks to a tiny bump no greater than its thick cock head hidden under its foreskin. The fine details of that little bump and his demere balls stood out in his tights.
The short ruffled skirt of his pink Mantee dress hid Sandal's little cock better than it did his big round ass in those tights. Then, that's just the way he liked it. After all, his fans expected it, that part of his anatomy being favored by them. It seemed Sandal's big bubble butt got more attention than anything else.
For the event his waist length platinum blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. His face was madeup sultry with pink gloss lipstick and dark eye makeup. Just the right amount of jewelry, pink nail polish and six inch pink heels with long winding straps made him feel sexy. Sandal thought he looked hot, like some sort of voluptuous muscle bound ballerina.
Trouble was, lazy by nature and given to overindulging and self gratification, with a bit of prize money in his purse Sandal had done nothing but party since his T-O win. He'd put on weight and it wasn't muscle weight. So he was forced to wear a corsetted girdle. And even then could barely squeese his bulk into the pink Mantee mini dress.
The candence of Desmond's motions had escalated. He was moaning, just as Sandal was moaning with his lover's cock undulating within his ass. Desmond's cock is about the same thickness as Sandal's but more than two and a half times its length. Pushed up Sandal's ass it stretches from his anal opening through its canal and deep into his rectum.
Sandal could feel the hard shaft undulate against his prostrate gland. Could feel the glans cock head nudge against the soft tissue at the apex of his rectum with every fevered push that Desmond made. And he knew that very soon Desmond would cum inside him.
At the T-O appreciation gala and dinner Sandal had played his sexy derier to the cameras. He tried not to eat as his tight girdle was killing him. And tried not to drink. Getting dressed for the occasion Sandal viewed himself in the mirror before attempting to squirm into the little pink dress.
Wearing just tights, the waist cinching girdle, shoes and an elegant white brassiere with its soft flat pads against his massive pecs, Sandal had a boner as he turned this way and that in front of the mirrors. His tights were pulled up high on his waist with the corsetted girdle over top of them. Taking a piss would be a problem.
And everything was going so well too. One drink wouldn't hurt. Or maybe two. Sandal handled the peeing problem by straddling the toilet while leaning on the tank cover and pissing through his tights. Dab them dry with toilet tissue and no body knew. Right?
Desmond has fucked Sandal in every conceivable way. Naked. Clothed. In private and in public. From behind with both standing, or just Desmond standing and Sandal bent over. They've done it with Sandal sitting in Desmond's lap facing and facing away. With Sandal straddling him on the bed. With Sandal on his back, legs raised. From behind with Sandal on his hands and knees. And with Sandle laying face down on the bed as he is now.
As many times as Desmond has fucked Sandal's big beautiful butt he has also fucked his mouth. He has done it with Sandal on his knees. With Sandal slumped back in a plush chair. Straddling him on the bed. Or with Sandal laying on his back with his head over the edge of the bed.
Sometimes Sandal nearly chokes when Desmond gets excited just before he cums in his mouth. But oh-my-god when he does cum. The wonderful warmth of it filling Sandal's mouth. And the taste. Sandal loves the taste of cum and holds it his mouth savering the taste before he swallows it.
For Sandal the gala and dinner party had declined rapidly after he got drunk. And neither the muscle community nor social media were very kind. No mention of how gorgeous Sandal looked in his Mantee tutu dress. No pictures of his sexy ass. Just pics of him drinking and pigging out and captions about his weight saying such things as: "Just a month out of the T-O and already fat." or "How far will he let himself go this time?" or "Will Sandal be able to reduce in time to defend his title?"
By the end of the evening the crotch of Sandal's white tights were totally pee stained and he had to shit so bad he didn't know if he could hold it long enough to get back to his hotel room. The hotel was some distance away from the convention center. Once in the limo Sandal said fuck it and spent the ride home pushing a hard turd into the seat of his tights.
Sandal stumbled into the hotel room and colpased face down on the bed still fully clothed with the bulge of the big hard shit between his round butt cheeks readily visible low in the seat of his white tights. He had to take a piss again. Too fucked to bother getting up Sandal just laid there and let his pee flow through his tights into the bedspread before he passed out.
Desmond's hips made a slapping sound as they smacked against Sandal's huge ass. He was fucking Sandal frantically now. Desmond's head was tilted back with his brown hair hanging past his shoulders. His eyes were closed. His mouth open. And he was groaning loudly as he was about to cum.
The skin of Desmond's face and body, like Sandals, is smooth and devoid of hair. But unlike Sandal for whom this is a natural condition, Desmond paid for expensive treatments to achieve it. And also, like Sandal, Desmond was naked as they made love on the elegant bed with its gold posts hung with white silk valences, Jacquard cornice, a plush white satin bed cover and multitude of soft white satin pillows.
Desmond's body is trim and fit with hard rippling muscles from daily workouts. Though no where near the freaky size of Sandal's muscles they are nevertheless three times stronger. Sandal's muscles are merely cosmetic, developed and maintained by countless repetitions pumping them up with tiny little weights and tons of muscle enhancing drugs.
The second time they met was under odd circumstances. Sandal had squandered his prize money and main stream endorsements for mass monster bodybuilders like him are pretty much none existant. Sandal's best competition weight is 285 pounds. In the T-O he'd come in twenty pounds heavier. And eighteen months later Sandal had put on another hundred and twenty pounds. He now weighed a whopping 425 pounds!
Sandal was all but broke and had let himself get fat. With no other options he had decided to try and get back into shape in order to make another run at the Trans Olimpiad for the half mil in title money. But gyms, personal trainers, a massuse, gear, food and muscle drugs, let alone his keep, costs a lot of money. Sandal needed a sponsor.
And he had found one. Trouble was Sandal had to pay a large upfront fee that drained him. But the house he got was unbelievable. Then there was a great private gym. Trainer, massuse, food and gear allowance and the muscle drugs he required. Sandal was in heaven until his first training session.
The drugs weren't right. All they did was make him piss. His trainer and massuse didn't show. No allowance money arrived in his account. He couldn't get hold of his sponsor. And for the last kick in his fat ass the house and gym bellowed to another person. That person being none other than Desmond who happened to be coming home from a long trip and stopped into his private gym for a workout.
When Desmond walked in Sandal was sitting on an exercise bench. His workout clothes consisted of a tight fitting black gym dress with a skinny black belt and short skirt worn over a white sports bra and white tights. He had on black lace-up training boots with chunky heels. His long blond hair was in a braid tied up with a black ribbon bow. His hand was buried in his crotch, as he had to pee.
Laying on the opulent white and gold bed in the extravagant mirror walled and diamond chandelier hung bedroom where they were fucking, Desmond stopped his motions. He pulled Sandal's big ass close to him and pressed his cock as far as it could go inside Sandal's rectum. "I'm going cum," Desmond bawled out. "Oh fuck... Fuck!!!"
When Desmond had walked into the gym, Sandal, thinking it was his trainer blurted out, "it's about fucking time you got here!" Then as he came to the realization that he'd been swindled out of his money by some con artist, Sandal's eyes welled with tears.
Between Sandal's sobs Desmond had got the whole story. And when Sandal finished crying it his anger flared. The muscle drugs he'd been given were lined up on the bench beside him like a pharmaceutical display. Sandal swept them to the floor. In spite of having his hand pressed tight in his crotch a few squirts of piss had escaped into his tights wetting them. "All these fucking pills do is make me piss!" he had blurted.
What Sandal didn't realize in his time of crisis was that the moment Desmond had layed eyes on the beautiful obese bodybuilder in his gym, he was smitten. He knelt down placing his hands on Sandal's massive thighs and gently spread them. "It's okay," Desmond had said. "Go ahead and pee."
And Sandal did. Sandal didn't know why he did it, but he just sat there while Desmond held his big thighs apart and let his pee flow. And the release felt absolutely wonderful. Desmond took him in the back to change and when Sadal told him how having his bum massaged totally relaxed him Desmond offered his services.
Sandal lounged dreamily while Desmond massaged him. And with such attentive hands on his big butt Sandal got an erection. Turning over to have his inner thighs worked Desmond's hand found Sandal's hard cock. Then his lips found it and that led to the first time Desmond had sucked and fucked him.
Then Desmond persuaded Sandal to lay off his diet and training for little while. He took him to a swanky restaurant where Sandal, who was starving because he had been trying to loose weight for the past couple weeks, made an absolute pig of himself. Desmond talked Sandal into a second piece of cake. Even fed him the last few forks full and Sandal greadily ate it even though he was already stuffed.
That was the start of their relationship and they've been together now for over three years. Desmond took over care of Sandal. Gave him everything he could ever want and Sandal never looked back. His days as bodybuilder, with the long mindless workouts, the grueling diets and devistating drugs were over. And Sandal was glad for it.
Desmond cried out as he came hard in his lover's ass. Sandal felt the jets of his hot cum explode against the sensitive tissues of his inner rectum and he too cried out. Desmond came again and again until he was spent. Then collapsed onto the back of the sensuous 700 pound behemoth who lay beneath him. He pressed his face into the soft thick flesh of Sandal's massive back and kissed him.
They were to dine at the an upscale night club later and Desmond had bought Sandal a new dress for the occasion. The short black dinner dress was taylored exclusive for him. Sandal would look super sexy in it. He'd wear six inch black patent stilettos heels. With ruby red lipstick and nail polish, heavy dark eye makeup, his hair in loose curls, black panties, brassiere and stalkings and diamonds, lots of diamonds, big beautiful Sandal would be sensational.
Sandal stood naked before his mirror while maids prepared his bath. His long platinum blond hair hung down to the shelf of his gigantic ass. He felt his belly. It was massive. Soft on the outside but solid underneath. Sandal felt the weight of his belly as he opened his stance to the huge fat pubis mound below it. His little cock was hidden in the cave of that fat mound.
Sandal placed one hand against the mirror and flicked his hair back over a hulking shoulder with the other. He liked the feel of his hot pee on his flesh when it coursed through the cave's opening. Sandal squared his lips and drew air through his teeth making a low hissing sound while he watched in the mirror the heavy stream of pee as it surged to the floor below him.
The end