Muscle Boy Lover!
I told that Muscle Boy to wiggle his Ass while I set to work Busting his Hole Open with Dildos. Couldn"t WIAT to Slip My Hand in there an FIST him. Make him my Little Muscle Boy FIST Toy.
Exploiting Young BodyBuilders is My Thing! I just luv "em. I make it a habit to prowl three strip joints in the state. On the look out and keeping tabs on new Muscle Boy Talent. Up and Comers lured by easy money. The guilty thrill of stripping off their clothes in front of a group of strangers and dirty old pervs. Showing off their growing Muscle Boy Muscle Meat and finally -Oh!, THAT Moment, of Having to Bare ALL Onstage. How often have I gotten a Hard-On during Amateur Nights? Oh boy just ask me. Plenty! Watching and lusting after a nervous Muscle Boy Teen Exposing his Hard On Dick Meat for the first time in public Really, Really Turns My Crank! You see, for the FIrst TIme, usually these Muscle Boy Strippers expose FULL-ON Hard Ons! Raging, Full-On-Hard-Ons! Before even having to Expose their Dick, their Muscle Boy Dick Meat is tenting UP and OUT within skimpy underwear, posing trunks, bikinis, thongs, whatever. Of course they"re all embarrassed about having to expose THAT next. Having a FULL FUCKING HARD ON Like THAT! AND being Fucking NAKED! And it"s not like the crowd hadn"t noticed his HARD-ON DICK! However contained. The moment the audience noted his Muscle Boy Body included the sight of Muscle Boy Hard DICK they pretty much pushed and shoved their way to the front of the stage to see THAT! New, Fresh, Hard, Muscle Boy DICK MEAT! ALL of them hooting, hollering, whistling and cheering and stomping their feet and clapping their hands! Encouraging, then Insisting that he SHOW them his Muscle Boy HARD-ON! They want to see that Muscle Boy HARD DICK! And once he HAS, baring ALL of his HARD-ON DICK for ALL to SEE, well, pretty soon, he"s Parading that Muscle Boy Hard Dick to the crowd"s SCREAMS! Walking back and forth at the front of the stage for ALL to see! His Muscle Boy HARD Dick Meat! Pointing Skyward! And Oh! He"s SO Young! And his Dick IS SO HARD! Yup! He"s a Muscle Boy Teen Stripper. The New Boy. The New Meat in Town. All smiles and full of himself initially. Then, within a few months-and this always happens!, he becomes a tired face to the crowd if he didn"t think to make a serious career out of stripping. Pacing himself. Alternately stripping in other cities throughout the state. Nah! He blew the easy money! WAY Too much. WAY TOO soon. Most of it up his nose. Sure. And yes. He found himself having to suck cock for money. And even letting himself Get FUCKED for money to support a dirty habit he acquired. And then feeling so bad about THAT he blew THAT money up his nose too! Too often! And it"s become an endless cycle. And he"s looking the worse for it! He"s looking kind of glassy eyed on stage, furtively looking past the stage lights seeking someone amongst the crowd who"ll meet his gaze and maybe nod approval for a table dance. And it"s just about HERE, in this scenario, when I introduce myself. See. I"m wearing an expensive business suit. An expensive watch. An expensive ring. And I KNOW they"re ON THEIR WAY DOWN! They come to ME. And so far as the haze in their heads CAN reason my intent of becoming their Sugar Daddy, I make the bargain very clear before I lay a hand on them. And for those who can sustain some sense to explore my option for the time being... Well. Let it be said. The concept of a Sugar Daddy isn"t really new to them. They just haven"t met one. Not in this city. Not during this recession. Not when grown men with a wife and children to support can"t find a job. Finding a Sugar Daddy is beyond their imagination. Besides the details of it all. But I tell them THAT during an evening spent in one of the cities first class hotels. I"ve driven them home in the meantime. After the show to their place. Instructing them to change into more suitable clothes so the hotel doorman and front lobby won"t think I"m entering their establishment with some hooker. I tell them to shower and wash the stink of that cheap shit cologne their wearing too. This sort of talk sobers their thoughts up pretty quick. Hm-mn. Yeah. I"m the real deal they"re thinking. And so. Once inside the room, door closed, I get to the matter of facts. And pretty abruptly too. Pointing to a bag atop of the bed containing TOYS, I instruct him to strip down and choose whichever dildo I can start sticking up his Muscle Boy Ass. "We got all Night" I tell him. "I don"t think so Mister", he"ll start, but he"ll change his mind when I remove a mirror, a packet and bill from my breast pocket and toss it on the bed. After which, while he"s getting all cranked and I"m talking REAL DIRTY while playing with his Beefy Boy Muscle Butt HOLE, I start with the MIND FUCK. Referring to him as no better than a **** snorting, Hick City Muscle Boy Ass Slut. On His Way Down. Two weeks away from being snuck in through the back door of Bath House wearing a hood over your face to hide your shame. Like. Patrons don"t KNOW who you are? What you"ve become? And where you"re going? Bottom In. Bottomed OUT! "That"s where You"re Going!", I tell him. I"m plunging the Rubber Dildo further up his Muscle Boy Rump and that Muscle Boy Stripper is Pushing Back! Fuck Yeah Baby! And I talk. Why not enjoy a lifestyle that a Sugar Daddy like me can provide him? Taking care of ALL of his needs. Even THAT problem which Daddy knows about anyways. However questionable, Daddy can take care of THAT too during the meantime he chooses to NEED it. What"s a weekend spent at Daddy"s country house, I suggest, just to get to know each other better. A weekend spent exclusively, as agreed, in bed having his asshole played with as I am now. Isn"t Daddy right? To reason that His Muscle Boy Asshole is only going to get bigger anyways... selling it for strangers to fuck to buy more... when Daddy HAS all he wants... Listen to Daddy. Why not HAVE the stuff, ALL he WANTS at his disposal WHILE Daddy is playing with his asshole? Isn"t Daddy"s Way Better? So Much Better? That"s pretty much what I tell them. AND Take Pleasure in Exploiting Their Circumstance. Getting them Into the Car is the hard part. And sometimes, the most exciting. I casually explain the details of their proposed "Sugar Muscle Boy Contract" during the drive north to the country. Details which I"m very specific in stating which he"ll ponder in silence, often for minutes before asking "You mean I have to"..."Oh yes", I respond. Subjecting their Muscle Boy Bodies for my USE is the whole point. I got the money and AM paying for it. Consider it SOLD. And about his conscience, his mind... well, I tell him not to worry about that. Daddy will take care of that too. I tell him that I"m an "Old Hand" at subduing the doubts of the young. The inexperienced acknowledging their bodies their sole asset. Muscle Boys whom I"ve told that their brains aren"t going to cave in the first time their Muscle Boy Assholes get FISTED. I assure him that I know what I"m doing. And promise him that the next day after he"s been Fist POPPED!, he"ll be of the mind to KNOW he WANTS my FIST up there again. And AGAIN! But I forewarn him, obligate him to having, say, a month to prepare before he finally accommodates my hand during a "First TIme Fist Party". I tell him I want to celebrate the occasion amongst some very rich men I know. I explain. Much like the first time he stripped naked on stage, there IS an audience for Stripper Muscle Boy Asses getting Fisted for the First Time. For which I"ll pay him a good sum of money during the meantime. Playing with and EXPANDING his Muscle Boy Asshole with TOYS! 24-7! Ever-Increasing Sizes of Dildoes! Balls! Butt-Plugs! Until we mutually agree he can take a FIST for the First Time before a Crowd! He can leave during the meantime. It"s his choice. And most of them do leave. But it"s worth the time and effort for those who do stay until that First Time I Get A FIST up Their Muscle Boy Assholes. And like I tell "em, it"s going to be a Party! A Celebration! Because there"s Nothing Like Fisting a Muscle Boys" Beefy Ass for the First TIme! "A First Time Fist Party!" Guests invited! And pictures of him taken smiling at the camera with my "Thumbs-Up" with one hand and the other, my FIST Up His Hole! Another picture! Another guest with HIS Fist Up His Asshole. And Another Picture of Another Guest with HIS Fist Up His Ass! But in this picture Muscle Butt Boy isn"t smiling. He looks kind of shocked. His mouth is hanging open! You see. I"m featured in THIS Picture. Winking at the camera with my mouth to his ear, having just told him I"m sending this picture of him getting a fist up his ass to his parents for Christmas! I told him THIS just before the camera flashed! Poor Dumb FUCK! Poor Fisted Muscle Boy! Oh Fuck Yeah! I"ve told him there"s no going home for him no more! His Only Home NOW is MAKING ROOM FOR FISTS! Fists Pushing DEEPER! Looking For HOME Up his Dumb Fuck Muscle Boy Asshole! Amen!