Royd's first lesson with SIR was complete.
My first "lesson" with SIR was complete. The first of too many. I don't know how long I stood there. At this point time was irrelevant. My mind was tranquil; but it was also focused on the mysterious process that was about to take place. Manipulating my Libido sounds really hot; but how does it work? I jerk off a few times every day. I have sex when I can get it. I've done some kinky sexual stuff. What else is a healthy, muscle-head supposed to do with his sex drive. I wanted to appreciate that sexual component of my body. Building muscle had consumed my focus, now I wanted to perfect the sexual element of my life. I felt a presence. He was looking me over. His eyes were enjoying ever inch of my massive, muscular nakedness. I took in a breath and inflated my chest, held it and bounced my pecs just for fun. No response. He was behind me now. I could feel him gazing slowly up and down my back. His stare washing over me from head to foot. Appreciating my huge shoulders, my hard, round gluts; the dark ambiguity of my ass crack; my over extended thighs down to chiseled calves and feet. It was like a visual shower. He was washing me with his eyes as thoroughly as the water of the shower had washed me just moments before. The voice came from my right side.
"Flex it out - full body - and hold it till exhaustion!"
I felt the warmth of embarrassment rising in my psyche as I brought my arms up into a full bicep pose. I had never submitted to such an examination before. Sure, I had exhibited myself a lot. That was an act of strength, of aggression, of pride; this was something else. Something I had never experienced before. I was bare-ass naked, flexing every inch of my body as hard as I could for an old guy who was silently probing me with his eyes. My pumped chest had forced my head up; but I kept my eyes straight ahead and unfocused. He walked around me slowly, taking in ever inch of the huge muscle being pumped, flexed and exhibited for him. Legs, pecs, abs, quads, tris, bis - every inch of me quivering in full exertion. As any muscle-head can tell you, posing is hard work. I was gulping air and starting to sweat; but I wasn't going to give in to the burning exhaustion building in every muscle group. He just stood there off to my side watching me slowly crumble. Like dominoes, my flexed muscles failed in succession. I bent over involuntarily to acknowledge the release of muscle tension. I was gasping in air. Covered in sweat. Every inch of my colossal physique was burning. He told me to stand back up an put my hands on my head, then said.
"Excellent display, you've constructed the most phenomenal physical body I've ever seen. A real Bull!"
I resumed my modified stance and lowered my head to my chest - keeping my eyes on the floor. Any compliment to a bodybuilder is sugar; but the comments of this man were sweeter than usual. I felt stoked. I let my mind drift letting all logical computations slide into a void. Something about being compared to a Bull calmed and stoked me the same time. It felt right. I was a Bull and a Bull on display. He was behind me again. The first physical contact between us came suddenly and softly. I felt the tips of his fingers touch my crotch between my legs just behind my scrotum. Ever so slowly he moved his hand steadily and gently across my crotch between my legs, brushing alongside my inner thighs. He paused for a moment as his finger slid into my ass crack and then continued up my crack into the small of my back. The friction was electric. He continued up my spine over my neck, up the back of my head until he placed his hand over my two hands crossed on top of my head. He then repeated the entire slow, sensual, tingling trek up my back with his other hand until his two hands were clasping mine on the top of my head. On each of his deliberately arousing tours from my crotch to the top of my head, my body responded increasingly spontaneously. I involuntarily stuck out my ass when he was on his journey up my ass crack. My stomach, pecs and shoulders pushed forward as the feathery strong touch slid up along my spin. It was the most erotic man-to-man sensation I've ever felt. That includes all those "sensual massages" I've had over the years.
"Good reactions, you have a very responsive sexual energy inside you that seems eager to get out. We are going to integrate it into your overall strength. Don't think about it - react naturally like you just did."
With those words, he walked to my front keeping his hands on top of mine. Once in front of me, he brought my hands down to my side and stepped back to take in the view. He told me to close my eyes and to just allow my body to react naturally. That kind of threw me a little. What the fuck was he going to do. As I was mulling this through my "logical" mind, I felt both my nipples being gently rubbed in a circular motion with what I imagined were the palms of his hands. He kept the pressure very light and the circular motion was altered in different directions on each of my nipples. I instinctively thrust out my pecs for more. Muscle-heads are pigs - didn't you know? He kept it up till my two nubs were hard as rocks. Those 2 babies were at full attention now and I was feeling that telltale reaction between my legs that meant my cock was beginning to come to life. I stood in front of this man getting aroused by his manipulation of my nipples. My pecs were pushed out to meet his light; but firm touch. He was working on the tit shafts now. Stroking them and lightly twisting them while applying pressure. It felt so fantastic. I started a low guttural moan. My cock felt hard now and was beginning to twitch with each pressure application. He then started using his finger nails on the shafts to softly nibble at them. That got my cock jumping with total pleasure.
I lost track of time - Fuck! I lost track of everything except the incredibly awesome pleasure being induced in my nipples. I had never had my tits worked like this before. It was absolute magic. He worked me until I felt I was going to cum. I had never cum before without touching my cock; but I was certain that if he continued much longer, I was going to shoot a load. He must have noticed because he brought me down by pulling down on my scrotum and manipulating my balls like I had never had them played with before. It was a bit painful but totally arousing. He went back to working my tits until I was on the edge again. He edged me over and over, I lost track. I was in a male testosterone ecstasy. Apparently he was satisfied that I was properly primed because he suddenly grabbed the base of my cock and told me to follow him. He led me by my cock shaft while I waddled behind. It wasn't a long trip - just a few steps from the living room into the dinning room. He had me stand at the edge of the head of the table and told me to open my eyes and look at him. When I opened my eyes, he was right in my face with his fingers arousing my nipples again. I moaned and threw my head back. When I looked back at him he was smiling.
"You're going to give me some cream for my coffee now. Bull cream! I want you to masturbate yourself into my coffee cup and I want a large load!"
With that he sat down and watched as I started to work my cock. He watched me for a minute or so and then admonished me.
"Guard against being selfish, Bull! You are working to produce cream for my coffee not pleasuring yourself so I want that ejaculation quickly!"
I picked up the pace and started working my nipple with my free hand - I was on the edge quickly. I told him I was ready to shoot and he offered his coffee cup at the tip of my quivering penis.
"Bend over and get it all into my coffee, Bull!" he said as I arched my back, growled my official "I'm shooting" bodybuilder groan. Rope after rope of hot muscle-head cum spurt into his cup. At least four huge spasms emptied my balls into his coffee. I partially collapsed from the effort.
"Excellent," he said "now stick your dick in the cup and stir it up."
I must have looked at him like a deer in the headlights because he smiled and continued.
"It's cool enough, you won't burn your cock. I wouldn't do that to you. You need to know that whatever I tell you to do is safe. Remember you have suspended your luxury of refusal"
I did what he wanted. The liquid felt hot because my cock was still aroused; but it also felt exceptionally sensual as I swished my hips and propelled my hard-on around the cup. It was like fucking hot liquid. When he was satisfied that I had done my chore, he said. "Now bring it out and let me suck it dry." I slowly withdrew my solid cock from his coffee and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and swallowed to the hilt. He sucked on it hard for a few moments drawing out the last remnants of semen still hiding inside my urethra. It felt electric; but I held still while he worked my erect prick. He told me to sit on the floor for a few moments while he drank his bodybuilder-cum enhanced coffee. I squatted down next to him and relaxed while he drained his cup of "supplement" improved java.
Just as he was finishing up, he told me to go into the guest room and bring back my sneakers. I returned with the sneakers and laid them at his feet, returning to my squat next to his chair. He put his coffee cup aside and told me to put on my sneakers. I finished lacing them up and followed him out onto the back patio. The sun was already hot and the New England summer humidity was already causing beads of sweat to pop out all over my physique. He told me to bend over, point my toes inward and grasp my lower legs. While I was assuming the position, he was lubricating a steel butt plug that had a rubber flange on it that formed a connection between the round base and the cylindrical 6 inch business end. He took some time fingering my hole - working the lube up into my hole while gently finger fucking me. He had me moaning in a deeply male ecstasy when I felt the cool metal tip of the plug slowly slipping into my well greased hole. It slid in without any problem and really felt pretty hot inside me. When he told me to stand up and move around to seat it properly, the full charm of the tool became evident. Apparently the inside of the cylinder that was firmly up my ass was filled with lead shot because it was rattling around every time I moved. It was already driving me wild as was evidenced by a growing erection.
I was turned out into the backyard where I labored under the hot, humid mid summer sun for the next 3 hours. I cut and pruned trees, ferns and palms. I raked the entire backyard clean. I humped an endless supply of 10 lb bags of mulch and spread them throughout the garden. All the time, my metallic ass-buddy kept rattling inside my hole arousing my Libido to the edge of climax. My cock head was dripping precum as much as my body was dripping sweat. I wanted to work my dick into an orgasm; but ever time my hand found the rock hard fleshy column bouncing out from my thighs - I felt a sharp stripe from a singletail whip that was always within striking distance. I hauled rock, spread fertilizer, dug holes and cleaned the patio. I had never been used like this before. I had done manual labor and enjoyed working up a sweat digging ditches; but I had never been let loose naked and used for visual as well as manual pleasure. It was a different experience for me and the turn on was very erotic. I was getting off on this. Naked with my ass hole plugged with a very stimulating plug - this was different and I was really enjoying the sensations.
As I moved from sweaty, dirty task to sweaty, dirty task; I was not just exercising my muscular body but I was also fucking myself and arousing my sexual energy. That was different. I was craving this new sensation. For those three hot horny hours I was a total hard labor slave. I loved every second of it. I worked out my muscles and exhibited my naked, sweaty physique for his visual pleasure. I felt the sharp sting of his whip a dozen times or so and never flinched. He was enjoying every minute of working me hard. I was stimulating my own sexual energy which was feeding my physical energy. I was like some big, muscular, sweaty perpetual motion machine. Feeding off my own labor.
When I was finished, he brought me out into the yard and turned the garden hose on me. He hosed me down for about 10 minutes, directing the cool liquid stream over every inch of my naked body. The cool liquid bounced off my pecs and abs. It felt good. Refreshing. He told me to masturbate myself. I was ready and started stroking my cock and humping my pelvis while he sprayed water over every sensitive, erogenous, zone of my bare-assed physique. The butt plug responded to my pelvic motions and aroused a fire deep inside my gut that boiled up through my nuts. Even a light stream of water bouncing off my scrotum could not contain that fire. Within a few minutes, I arched my back, shot my pelvis out and erupted with an orgasm that shot at least 3 feet out in front of me. Rope after rope of pearly white muscle-head cum shot from my cock head. I just keep pounding on my meat until the last drop of cum was forced out of my nuts. My physique was dripping wet but I was completely dry. My first "lesson" with SIR was complete. The first of too many.
"Flex it out - full body - and hold it till exhaustion!"
I felt the warmth of embarrassment rising in my psyche as I brought my arms up into a full bicep pose. I had never submitted to such an examination before. Sure, I had exhibited myself a lot. That was an act of strength, of aggression, of pride; this was something else. Something I had never experienced before. I was bare-ass naked, flexing every inch of my body as hard as I could for an old guy who was silently probing me with his eyes. My pumped chest had forced my head up; but I kept my eyes straight ahead and unfocused. He walked around me slowly, taking in ever inch of the huge muscle being pumped, flexed and exhibited for him. Legs, pecs, abs, quads, tris, bis - every inch of me quivering in full exertion. As any muscle-head can tell you, posing is hard work. I was gulping air and starting to sweat; but I wasn't going to give in to the burning exhaustion building in every muscle group. He just stood there off to my side watching me slowly crumble. Like dominoes, my flexed muscles failed in succession. I bent over involuntarily to acknowledge the release of muscle tension. I was gasping in air. Covered in sweat. Every inch of my colossal physique was burning. He told me to stand back up an put my hands on my head, then said.
"Excellent display, you've constructed the most phenomenal physical body I've ever seen. A real Bull!"
I resumed my modified stance and lowered my head to my chest - keeping my eyes on the floor. Any compliment to a bodybuilder is sugar; but the comments of this man were sweeter than usual. I felt stoked. I let my mind drift letting all logical computations slide into a void. Something about being compared to a Bull calmed and stoked me the same time. It felt right. I was a Bull and a Bull on display. He was behind me again. The first physical contact between us came suddenly and softly. I felt the tips of his fingers touch my crotch between my legs just behind my scrotum. Ever so slowly he moved his hand steadily and gently across my crotch between my legs, brushing alongside my inner thighs. He paused for a moment as his finger slid into my ass crack and then continued up my crack into the small of my back. The friction was electric. He continued up my spine over my neck, up the back of my head until he placed his hand over my two hands crossed on top of my head. He then repeated the entire slow, sensual, tingling trek up my back with his other hand until his two hands were clasping mine on the top of my head. On each of his deliberately arousing tours from my crotch to the top of my head, my body responded increasingly spontaneously. I involuntarily stuck out my ass when he was on his journey up my ass crack. My stomach, pecs and shoulders pushed forward as the feathery strong touch slid up along my spin. It was the most erotic man-to-man sensation I've ever felt. That includes all those "sensual massages" I've had over the years.
"Good reactions, you have a very responsive sexual energy inside you that seems eager to get out. We are going to integrate it into your overall strength. Don't think about it - react naturally like you just did."
With those words, he walked to my front keeping his hands on top of mine. Once in front of me, he brought my hands down to my side and stepped back to take in the view. He told me to close my eyes and to just allow my body to react naturally. That kind of threw me a little. What the fuck was he going to do. As I was mulling this through my "logical" mind, I felt both my nipples being gently rubbed in a circular motion with what I imagined were the palms of his hands. He kept the pressure very light and the circular motion was altered in different directions on each of my nipples. I instinctively thrust out my pecs for more. Muscle-heads are pigs - didn't you know? He kept it up till my two nubs were hard as rocks. Those 2 babies were at full attention now and I was feeling that telltale reaction between my legs that meant my cock was beginning to come to life. I stood in front of this man getting aroused by his manipulation of my nipples. My pecs were pushed out to meet his light; but firm touch. He was working on the tit shafts now. Stroking them and lightly twisting them while applying pressure. It felt so fantastic. I started a low guttural moan. My cock felt hard now and was beginning to twitch with each pressure application. He then started using his finger nails on the shafts to softly nibble at them. That got my cock jumping with total pleasure.
I lost track of time - Fuck! I lost track of everything except the incredibly awesome pleasure being induced in my nipples. I had never had my tits worked like this before. It was absolute magic. He worked me until I felt I was going to cum. I had never cum before without touching my cock; but I was certain that if he continued much longer, I was going to shoot a load. He must have noticed because he brought me down by pulling down on my scrotum and manipulating my balls like I had never had them played with before. It was a bit painful but totally arousing. He went back to working my tits until I was on the edge again. He edged me over and over, I lost track. I was in a male testosterone ecstasy. Apparently he was satisfied that I was properly primed because he suddenly grabbed the base of my cock and told me to follow him. He led me by my cock shaft while I waddled behind. It wasn't a long trip - just a few steps from the living room into the dinning room. He had me stand at the edge of the head of the table and told me to open my eyes and look at him. When I opened my eyes, he was right in my face with his fingers arousing my nipples again. I moaned and threw my head back. When I looked back at him he was smiling.
"You're going to give me some cream for my coffee now. Bull cream! I want you to masturbate yourself into my coffee cup and I want a large load!"
With that he sat down and watched as I started to work my cock. He watched me for a minute or so and then admonished me.
"Guard against being selfish, Bull! You are working to produce cream for my coffee not pleasuring yourself so I want that ejaculation quickly!"
I picked up the pace and started working my nipple with my free hand - I was on the edge quickly. I told him I was ready to shoot and he offered his coffee cup at the tip of my quivering penis.
"Bend over and get it all into my coffee, Bull!" he said as I arched my back, growled my official "I'm shooting" bodybuilder groan. Rope after rope of hot muscle-head cum spurt into his cup. At least four huge spasms emptied my balls into his coffee. I partially collapsed from the effort.
"Excellent," he said "now stick your dick in the cup and stir it up."
I must have looked at him like a deer in the headlights because he smiled and continued.
"It's cool enough, you won't burn your cock. I wouldn't do that to you. You need to know that whatever I tell you to do is safe. Remember you have suspended your luxury of refusal"
I did what he wanted. The liquid felt hot because my cock was still aroused; but it also felt exceptionally sensual as I swished my hips and propelled my hard-on around the cup. It was like fucking hot liquid. When he was satisfied that I had done my chore, he said. "Now bring it out and let me suck it dry." I slowly withdrew my solid cock from his coffee and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and swallowed to the hilt. He sucked on it hard for a few moments drawing out the last remnants of semen still hiding inside my urethra. It felt electric; but I held still while he worked my erect prick. He told me to sit on the floor for a few moments while he drank his bodybuilder-cum enhanced coffee. I squatted down next to him and relaxed while he drained his cup of "supplement" improved java.
Just as he was finishing up, he told me to go into the guest room and bring back my sneakers. I returned with the sneakers and laid them at his feet, returning to my squat next to his chair. He put his coffee cup aside and told me to put on my sneakers. I finished lacing them up and followed him out onto the back patio. The sun was already hot and the New England summer humidity was already causing beads of sweat to pop out all over my physique. He told me to bend over, point my toes inward and grasp my lower legs. While I was assuming the position, he was lubricating a steel butt plug that had a rubber flange on it that formed a connection between the round base and the cylindrical 6 inch business end. He took some time fingering my hole - working the lube up into my hole while gently finger fucking me. He had me moaning in a deeply male ecstasy when I felt the cool metal tip of the plug slowly slipping into my well greased hole. It slid in without any problem and really felt pretty hot inside me. When he told me to stand up and move around to seat it properly, the full charm of the tool became evident. Apparently the inside of the cylinder that was firmly up my ass was filled with lead shot because it was rattling around every time I moved. It was already driving me wild as was evidenced by a growing erection.
I was turned out into the backyard where I labored under the hot, humid mid summer sun for the next 3 hours. I cut and pruned trees, ferns and palms. I raked the entire backyard clean. I humped an endless supply of 10 lb bags of mulch and spread them throughout the garden. All the time, my metallic ass-buddy kept rattling inside my hole arousing my Libido to the edge of climax. My cock head was dripping precum as much as my body was dripping sweat. I wanted to work my dick into an orgasm; but ever time my hand found the rock hard fleshy column bouncing out from my thighs - I felt a sharp stripe from a singletail whip that was always within striking distance. I hauled rock, spread fertilizer, dug holes and cleaned the patio. I had never been used like this before. I had done manual labor and enjoyed working up a sweat digging ditches; but I had never been let loose naked and used for visual as well as manual pleasure. It was a different experience for me and the turn on was very erotic. I was getting off on this. Naked with my ass hole plugged with a very stimulating plug - this was different and I was really enjoying the sensations.
As I moved from sweaty, dirty task to sweaty, dirty task; I was not just exercising my muscular body but I was also fucking myself and arousing my sexual energy. That was different. I was craving this new sensation. For those three hot horny hours I was a total hard labor slave. I loved every second of it. I worked out my muscles and exhibited my naked, sweaty physique for his visual pleasure. I felt the sharp sting of his whip a dozen times or so and never flinched. He was enjoying every minute of working me hard. I was stimulating my own sexual energy which was feeding my physical energy. I was like some big, muscular, sweaty perpetual motion machine. Feeding off my own labor.
When I was finished, he brought me out into the yard and turned the garden hose on me. He hosed me down for about 10 minutes, directing the cool liquid stream over every inch of my naked body. The cool liquid bounced off my pecs and abs. It felt good. Refreshing. He told me to masturbate myself. I was ready and started stroking my cock and humping my pelvis while he sprayed water over every sensitive, erogenous, zone of my bare-assed physique. The butt plug responded to my pelvic motions and aroused a fire deep inside my gut that boiled up through my nuts. Even a light stream of water bouncing off my scrotum could not contain that fire. Within a few minutes, I arched my back, shot my pelvis out and erupted with an orgasm that shot at least 3 feet out in front of me. Rope after rope of pearly white muscle-head cum shot from my cock head. I just keep pounding on my meat until the last drop of cum was forced out of my nuts. My physique was dripping wet but I was completely dry. My first "lesson" with SIR was complete. The first of too many.
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