Here are some pictures of naked or mostly naked muscle guys that have been morphed. Email me any pics of semi-kinky hot guys you find.
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“Over to the squat machine boy. Let’s see what those legs and ass are made of.”
“One problem coach.” I wonder if he knew every time he called me coach, my cock jumped a little. “I only planned to do chest today and I can’t do legs with these pants on.”
“Good thing there’s no one here then. Take off those pants and you’re doing squats. No questions!”
He was hesitant, but when he saw the look in my eyes, he knew I was serious. He grasped the top of his pants revealing an old, stained jockstrap. It was one of those white ones he’d had for years. The pants around his ankles revealed a couple of holes in the jockstrap pouch showing his thick, cut cock. It was already soaked in sweat too.
He willingly took off his shirt too, which was nice because then I didn’t have to ask. “What’s your max for 6 reps on the squat boy?”
“Not bad boy, but based on how you did with your bench. I’m going to start you at 400.”
“Yes coach. Whatever you say.”
I had a pretty solid chubby going on through most of this now. I wasn’t wearing a jockstrap like him, so it was definitely showing through my gym pants. I was getting a little hot, so my shirt came off. Ian gazed at my thick chest and seemed to be attracted to my big, round nipples.
He pounded out his first set and his second set. His ass looked hot with each rep too. It flexed and relaxed and somehow even rippled. It was time we got him doing some real heavy weight though.
“Boy. What’s the heaviest you’ve ever seen someone squat?”
Editor’s note: This section of the story was started by the contributor, then an extra sex scene was added by me, WildCuddler.
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While a lot happens for a boy witch between 16 and 18, I’m somewhat sorry to say that it is pretty much the same tiresome curriculum that any teenager experiences. I learned that my body, while easy to come by for a guy who can manipulate his physicality by means of magic, has a huge impact on the opposite sex and, more importantly, the same sex. I learned that all the magic in the world doesn’t make getting dumped the first time any easier. I found out that underwear, while seemingly required by everyday standards, are uncomfortable and unnecessary. Above all else I learned that one of my favorite things to do is make out.
All this, though, is secondary to what happened after I turned 18. I moved away from home the summer after high school graduation. I moved to a smaller town than where I grew up in a more conservative part of the country. Mostly, though, I moved away from the Grans. I took my Mom’s warnings to heart about going crazy with magic, and other stuff, when away from home. I’d nearly blown up enough things to know I had to be careful. It was such a relief, though, to not have to hide so much of who I was when I was at home. Typical gay story, I suppose, except that my Mom and the Grans couldn’t possibly care less about me being a homo. The Grans just couldn’t know how readily I was able to pull from the threads of magic. College was like heaven.
I excelled in all my studies first year despite my constantly being distracted by some extracurricular activity. Most of the time those were sports or clubs. Sometimes it was some guy’s ass. The best times were when it was both. Oh boy, those wrestlers sure were slippery. The fun with them starts when you pin them down though.
To keep people from asking too many questions about why I was so big and muscled, I went to the gym most of the week. It was never hard for me to lift anything there, but it was a great place to meet some guys. Being that it was a small college, the wrestling team would always workout right after my last class late at night. Normally, everyone left the wrestlers alone, but I wasn’t like everyone else.
I saw a hot fucking wrestler boy one day in there. He was doing a some extra bench presses after most of the team had left. I was on the bench next to him and had seem him look my way a couple times, probably just admiring my size. I had a plan to make me into the hero and him the stud in distress. He may have thought he had 250 lbs of weight on the bar, but I made those plates just a little heavier. He was struggling on his 3rd rep so I went over an gave him a spot. Well, and I lightened the weight back up making him crank out a total of 12 reps.
After that set he laid on the bench, looked up at my and said, “Thanks big guy!”
With that I stepped around the bar and gave him a hand up. “I’m Glistern”
“Name’s Ian.” He tried to be all macho and masculine, and he definitely was. He just threw in a little extra. “I thought I had the weight. I mean, I know I’ve lifted more than that easily before.”
“It must have been something in the air.”
“Well then, I better get going. Looks like I’m spent.”
I can’t let him get away this quickly. “I don’t think so. You’re going to do some more sets for me.”
With those two short words, the fantasy had begun to play out in my head, but it was time too see how it played out in real life without me influencing it; too much.
I forced him to do 3 more sets on the bench press. He grabbed my water bottle and took a drink without even realizing it wasn’t his. What he didn’t know is that it was a muscle growth elixir, which tasted just like water. I made it for myself just for a little extra pump.
He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the sides cut out. Lucky for me, he cut a lot out of those sides showing me his thick, furry slab of chest with some perky nipples. I even got a glimpse of his tight stomach. His already hot physique just improved more with the elixir I gave him.
After the bench press, I could tell he was geared up to do some more. He kept asking me “What’s in your water? It’s making me feel great.”
“Nothing special. Just some spring water my mom got me.”
“I’ll have to get me some of that. What’s next coach?”
Ian was bulging out everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. Damn did his cock look good, and I hadn’t even helped him grow it yet. It looked like it was contained by a worn jockstrap.
The gym was closing up, but that wasn’t any concern for me. I’d stayed late plenty of times to workout naked and jack off. I told the gym attendant I would take care of everything. Ian looked very excited about the prospect of staying late and working out with me.
Ian looked over at me and gave me a puppy-dog look of “what’s next?”
Part 2 will be later this week.
Let’s get this out of the way up front: I’m picky about my porn. Combining both the snobbery of my non-kink life as a performer with the additional snobbery of my reasonable photoshop skills means that nothing can wilt my boner faster than a cheesy video performance or a very poorly photoshopped porno pic.
Allow me to offer an example:
This photo actually makes my eyes hurt a little bit. What the hell is going on here exactly? Let’s dissect why this hot concept is ruined by not-hot photoshopping.
• Granted, the concept is kinky. Who doesn’t get off on forced workout scenes? (I know I certainly do!) But it’s not really a stretch to imagine this scenario. In fact, I’m fairly certain that there are REAL photographs of scenes like this floating around. Maybe not specifically with a whip, but definitely with the cop and the hapless push-up slave.
• Light sources! The most common problem with bad photoshopping is nailing down the light sources. Are we to believe that the push-up guy is casting a shadow to his left on the floor, but Officer Whippy does not? Is he a ghost? If so, then there is an even more perverse undercurrent to this kink.
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