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Pinups: Muscle Morphs (NSFW)

WildCuddler — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 19:07:44 +0000

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.

Muscle boy bowing to his Master

“Just doing my usual naked military maneuvers”

Muscle Jock taking off a jock. What’s hotter…

Morphed Pinup: Chained Muscle Beast (NSFW)

WildCuddler — Wed, 20 May 2009 13:53:42 +0000

Big Hot Muscle Orgy

WildCuddler — Fri, 01 May 2009 14:58:20 +0000

Boy would I love to be in the middle of all those hot, naked bodybuilders. Actually I’d rather just have them all in my harem. Then we could do some sucking, fucking, pounding and abusing. WOOF!

Witch’s Son: Wrestling with College (Part 2)

Darren — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 16:05:42 +0000

Check out Part 1

Also, check out the rest of the Witch’s Son series.

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I snapped this picture of him a couple weeks after our encounter.

“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!”

“Yes, coach.”

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?”

“350, coach.”

“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?”

“500, coach.”

“Well boy, I’m going to have you do 1,000 right now with a spot from me. Now get the weight on there. I’m going to have to take off these pants to because I don’t like to squat in pants either.” Yeah, it lacked the subtlety I normally used, but I was going to get this boy pumped huge, and then pump this boy hard.

“Get under the bar, then I’m going to come up behind you. Do the squat like you normally would, but I’ll be there for some support.”

“If you say so coach.”

“I do. Now get to it!”

He jumped over to the bar, got under it, and I got right behind him. He never seemed to bat an eye that I was naked the whole time. He flexed his ass as I got right up behind him massaging my cock. “Now lift it and do 10 reps boy.” He lifted that bar off the support and slowly went down at first. I was there helping him out holding him with my body, but it was all him doing the work – whether he realized it or not. With each rep his whole body grew bigger, thicker and stronger – even his cock this time. He did three sets and was fucking hot and huge when he was done.

I had one more challenge for him. “Boy, get all the weights on the bar you can.”

“Yes, coach!”

Watching him work got my cock rock hard and that got him hard. With a flick of my wrist his jockstrap got caught on one of the weight trees causing his throbbing cock to pop out, but what I didn’t foresee is that he would leave the tattered jockstrap on.

He got it up to just over 1,800 lbs, but had a look of wonder as to how he was going to lift this.

“Ok boy, before you lift this, there is something we need to do first. You want to try a piece of this?” Reaching down and grabbing my cock. It was less than a second latter and my cock was down his throat. Hearing him gag on it trying to take it all. He definitely wasn’t great, and was barely a good cocksucker, but I wasn’t about to stop him. I reached down to work his nipples, dripping pre-cum down his throat. If only he knew the effect that was going to have on him.

“Boy, grab the squatting bar and stick that ass out. It’s time you lift the weights.” He did exactly as he was told, but he wasn’t prepared for what was coming next. To truly give him the power to lift this weight, I took my spit-covered, pre-cum dripping cock and shoved it up his ass. Seeing the look on his face in the mirror was priceless. He was both grateful and in pain because his tight ass had never taken a cock like mine before. His rock-hard cock got even harder with that first thrust though.

“Now you’re going to feel what real power like mine is like. Get under that weight, and lift it up. Now down. And back up.” With each rep he milked my cock. My arms around him grabbing his nipples as he did each rep too.

He hit 10 reps and was going to rack the weight. I yelled, “You’re not stopping till I tell you to stop boy!”

With some renewed hope, and a little despair, he let out a “Yes, coach!”

Each rep milked my cock and made him grow bigger. At the bottom of each rep, I pinched his nipples hard making him gasp and straighten up. Once at the top, I released them until the bottom of the next rep. He looked with anticipation and fear as he neared the bottom of each rep.

We hit 20 reps, then 40 reps. With each rep his form and strength improved. I had to hold back from cumming because I wanted him to make it to 100 reps. Ian was half way up the 112th rep when I let my load fill his ass. Immediately he blew his load shooting up all over his chest then out onto the mirror.

I caught him in one arm and the weight in the other. Setting the weight back on the rack, holding my big, wrestling, cum-soaked muscle boy. He had grown to twice his original size. I carried him into the locker room shower, set him down in the corner, and grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off him. Mine had already soaked into his body. My cum was going to help him keep on some of his size, but just like me a couple years ago, he would wake up in the morning just a little bigger than he originally was. He would wake up in the morning in the corner of the locker room shower remembering the night like a dream.

I did grab his worn, torn jockstrap as a souvenir, and maybe to gag him with if he comes around again. Get his singlet as a souvenir next time.

Witch’s Son: Wrestling with College (Part 1)

Darren — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:46:57 +0000

Editor’s note: This section of the story was started by the contributor, then an extra sex scene was added by me, WildCuddler.

Check out the rest of the Witch’s Son series.

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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.”

“Yes, coach!”

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.

Rants: A treatise against bad photoshop porn

doktorM — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 15:47:47 +0000

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:

What's going on here?!?

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.

NSFW pics and more after the jump…

• There are so many things wrong with Office Whippy I don’t know where to start. The whip… what dimension does it exist in? It’s scaled really weird, oddly added to his hand as an afterthought, and a whip in motion would never hang in space like that. NEVER. Trust me. If you’re going to go to the trouble of putting together a scene like this, wouldn’t you opt for a more flattering angle on Officer Whippy? Is he winding up for another lash of that magically stiffened whip, or is he about to let out a hearty belch? It looks like the latter to me.

• Leg irons with a cannonball weight? Is this a jail in 1910? Chris, the WildCuddler himself noted to me that he actually likes the chains, proving that it’s a taste issue. And actually, I don’t dislike the chains. I dislike the incredibly sloppy way they were added and the way the cuffs appear to exist in a different universe than the wrists and ankles they’re restraining. Like he could hop out of them and walk away if he got tired of working for officer Whippy. Consistency, people!

Sure, the guy is hot. Workboots, jeans and no shirt is always a winning combination, particularly if you’re built like this guy. But he would be just as hot without all the distracting adornment and weirdly tinted “whip-rash” on his back. And can it be all that hard to find a non-photoshopped version of this scene? Just a cursory Google of “cop forced workout” yields numerous hits. But wait, it gets weirder.

Now what’s happening in this kinky photoshop disaster?

Schwing?

Did “Super-groupie Twink” jump out of the volcano only to give Wayne Campbell (disguised as a casual-day Superman, it would appear) a lollipop-style blowjob after slipping on that kryptonite cock ring?

This is a great example of too much blur processing and weird composite work mixed with an unfortunate fan-fiction concept. I’m no DC Comics historian, but I’m pretty sure Superman would not want a cock ring made out of kryptonite, and if he had one he certainly wouldn’t be able to maintain a superboner no matter how ardently that naked volcano twink went to work on it. Or is Wayne Campbell just Bizarro Superman? Superhero fetishists (and I know you’re out there), I’m calling in your assistance on this one.

I would be remiss to discuss badly photoshopped porn without bringing up muscle morphs. It’s no secret that the entire cast of characters here at Cuddling on the Wild Side are muscle pervs to one extent or another (myself notwithstanding). But it is a sad reality that for every good muscle morph out there, there are 1000 other guys who think they’re experts at photoshop and take a very recognizable photo of a bodybuilder, or worse yet a scrawny guy, and then do a notably sloppy job of blowing out the proportions in some of the unsexiest of ways. Bad muscle morphs abound, and if you have an incredible suspension of disbelief perhaps they work for you, but anything that looks like someone just tweaked a photo with a 12 year old copy of Kai’s Power Goo gives me a first class ticket to limp-town. The best muscle morphs should make you ask “Who is this muscle monster and why have I never heard of him before?” Of course, the point is that the guy should be surrealistically huge, but the quality of the morph should allow you to at least have to take a second look and not feature Salvador Dali-esque melted background items that make you wonder if this big fella left the microwave running with the door open.

I realize that even being critical of muscle morphs is dangerous territory, because different things turn people’s cranks in different ways. But as my pop always said: if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. So please be aware that I’m not judging you if you like your muscle morphs super cheesy, I’m just lobbying for a better quality of morph overall. Something like this:

The quality of the bigness is related to the bigness of the quality. (Thanks to GB Morphs)

Consider this an open letter to everyone out there who has manipulated photos for the pervy public: Please take the time to learn how to use that copy of Photoshop you ganked off the Pirate Bay. New Horizons offers classes and there are some very handy Lynda.com video tutorials on YouTube. Take the time to learn how to match skin tones, light sources and the realistic shading on prisoners, muscle beasts and superheroes who bear a striking resemblance to Mike Meyers. I thank you, and the fapping public will thank you, in their own “crusty sock under the bed” sort of way.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled carnival of kinky earthly delights.