m/m Aggressive Bodybuilder Humiliated Me on My Little Island (PART 3 added 8/16/2020)

[BuildHugeMuscles]

PART 1

I noticed him the first day he came to my Mediterranean island with his model girlfriend. It was a scorchingly hot August afternoon that became unbearably hot when he took his shirt off at the beach. I could feel the water around my dick boil as he revealed the perfectly meaty v-taper that flourished into a smooth door-wide shoulder area adorned with fleshy round delts. 

If I were any closer to the shore, I bet I could feel the pebbles grind under his hefty mass. When he turned around, my suspicions were confirmed. He was an off-season amateur bodybuilder. He wasn't just a guy who lifts and throws a flex on Insta Stories once in a while. The square pecs were so heavy the nips pointed downwards, disappearing in the shadow the massive mounds of muscle threw onto his upper abs. The thickness of his abdominal area couldn't be hidden with a layer of off-season fat, and it was accentuated when he sat near his girlfriend. While she was showing him stuff on her smartphone, i gawked at his stacked 8-pack, each brick laying heavily atop another. 

They weren't keen on swimming. They put a large mat on the beach and sunbathed next to each other. I dreamed of his off-season physique glistening in the water, but he didn't want to mess up his perfect hairdo or get salt into his thick dark neatly-styled testosterone-induced beard. 

During the off-season, lot of bodybuilders sport a healthy pit bush, but his pits were neatly shaven. As was his whole body. Must have been a lot of work getting this smooth, because he definitely had testo levels few times higher than your average guy.

As the afternoon went on, all I could see were his carved calves, as he laid cosily on the pebbles. He occasionally took pics of his girlfriend posing, so i got glimpses of his upper arm thickness. My dick leaked long strings of precum that mixed with the warm seawater.

The Sun nearly dropped into the sea when the two of them decided to leave the beach. I was afraid he would catch me following them, so I kept my distance. You just never know with guys that big. I knew my fascination was a dangerous one. 

They were loading stuff in the car trunk the moment I passed them by. He took a shirt out of the bag and started to put it on, but I still managed to catch a glimpse of his side thickness. Lat and pecs and all. My dick reacted, trapped in my wet swimming shorts. 

I saw a wet stain on the back of his shorts, between the developed glutes. I could hear him talking to his girlfriend in his booming voice. In German. Something about taking a long shower.

I came home and jerked a lot before I was ready to do anything else. Then I checked Instagram, and browsed through photos taken that day on our island. It's always been a very popular place. And then I saw it. A selfie of him and his girlfriend. Her taking a fake modelling pose. Him all relaxed, with his pec slab front and center. My drained dick got up again. I was so excited that I double-tapped the photo. It was like a muscle fan's reflex. I shouldn't have done that.

A second later I received a new follower notification. It was fckin him. I was petrified - not just my dick, but my whole body. He noticed me. Awww fck.

I followed him back, then went to the kitchen to chug down a bottle of cold water.

When I came back, I saw an Instagram message notification.

"The forest near the beach. Half past midnight."

***

You know, it's not easy being a muscle admirer on an island. Your choice of muscle is slim, even in the Summer, when a lot of people come. I wish I lived in a big city where they have those large meathead factories with thousands of perfectly-fed muscular bodies. I bet a lot of you guys from the city would judge me for doing what I did, but I don't care. It was dangerous, but I decided to meet him. 

I came there ten minutes earlier. I was careful not to get noticed by anyone from the village. They already kinda suspected I was gay. I didn't want to supply them with a solid proof. It's a small island with many narrow-minded people. 

I felt needles through my feet. My dick was surprisingly limp. 

I heard the car approaching. I ran into the bushes. I wasn't sure it was him.

I saw a white t-shirt catching the light from the moon. I saw how stretched it was over the chest. I noticed how the thighs filled out the cotton shorts. 

Definitely him.

I approached and said hi. He as silent. 

Probably one of those guys who likes to get to business right away.

I did what I usually do with guys - embraced him in a friendly manner and complimented his muscles. He was a guest on my island, after all.

He showed me to the floor. His arm so heavy. I scraped my shin, but kept quiet.

He hovered over me. 

Unbuckled his belt, rolled down his trousers and black Philipp Plein briefs. His expensive perfume filled the air.

"Lecke!"

The order was clear, even though my German was kind of rusty. 

The smooth globes of his glutes were outlined by moonlight. 

I rose from the dirt and knelt before the meat that was shaped by thousands of grueling squats. 

I spread the cheeks to discover the only place he had bodyhair in. Nestled between his meatball glutes was a rosy hole adorned with thick brown fur. 

I took a deep breath and dove in. The ripeness flooded my mouth, as the thick hard glutes smooshed my face. 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED

PART 2

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[BuildHugeMuscles]

PART 2

I woke up in my bed. Everything seemed normal. Just that rank taste in my mouth. The taste of an Alpha.

I checked my body. He didn't penetrate me, but I felt used. There weren't any signs of violence either, apart from the scratch on my shin. What happened last night? Did I pass out because his thick glutes smothered me? Did my body just lock down when it registered testosterone levels it never encountered?

I didn't have an answer, so I went about my daily routine. Usually I go grocery shopping in the morning - fresh veggies from local farmers, fresh fish from the fishermen.

Mr. P. had a fishing boat and both my family and I loved buying fish there. It was always so fresh and so tasty. I bought a meaty sea bass I planned to grill. As I daydreamed about lunch, I bumped into a wall.  A wall of thick meat. 

The sea bass slid to the floor, while my mouth gaped. It was the German muscle god.

He carelessly took the fish, and went about his business. I stood there, frozen.

"It will be a nice lunch for my girlfriend and I", he said in that booming testo voice. 

What was I supposed to do? A skinny guy who licked the guy's ass hole last night. No strength, no authority, no masculinity. I swallowed and took a deep breath. I just went back to Mr. P's boat, hoping nobody saw what had happened. 

I was greeted by Mark, Mr P.'s son. I hanged with him as a kid, but we fell apart because he was very sporty and wanted sporty friends. I asked Mark for a sea bass, and he told me the price. I gave him the money. 

Then, something very strange happened. 

"You don't need the fish, I heard you had a tasty dinner last night!"

Mark rolled up his sleeve and revealed a thick biceps ball, worthy of a collegiate bodybuilder, completed with a dark armpit bush. 

"Piss off, weakling," Mark barked at me.

"Mark, please give me back my money."

Instead of replying verbally, he just flexed his other biceps, as if he wanted to say "OK, come and get it". I shrugged my shoulders. My eyes looked for Mr. P., who knew me from when I was a child, but he wasn't around. Bet he was drinking red wine in a nearby buffet. 

I took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but Mark just looked at me like I was nothing but a fly, his biceps still flexed, round, and peaked.

***

I fried some eggs for lunch, and then chilled on my sofa. The stuff that had happened in the morning lingered in my head. How the German humiliated me. How Mark humiliated me. Denying the man his protein-rich food. And, when the fuck did Mark get muscles like those? He was like 19 or something.

The sound of Instagram notification broke the silence.

"Tonight, at midnight. Mark's ship."

It was you know who. Ordering me to meet him again. And it seemed he was in cahoots with Mark. How did they even meet?

I decided to grow a pair after all that had happened. I didn't reply. 

I looked at German's Instagram profile - he added another beach pic with his girlfriend, this time she was groping his biceps, while he flexed with a funny grimace on his face. Such a cute couple.

Another notification.

"Antworte!"

He urged me to answer. I was scared of what might have happened if I came. But I was more scared of what might have happened if I didn't. He was Mark's buddy. Mark knew everyone on the island. Everyone loved Mark. The islanders barely tolerated me, even though I was born here. That's why I decided to go. 

You might say I went because I'm a muscle worshipper bitch. It's OK if you feel that way. It wasn't not so untrue, either. 

***

The moon thew its silver into the dark sea, as I approached Mark's ship. He was silent, gesturing me to hop on. He untied the ship and started the engines that soon propelled us from the port to the open sea. 

The insides of the ship smelled like fish guts. It was dimly lit, but I could notice the German's overpowering silhouette. He wore denim shorts that could barely contain his thighs. His fancy shirt was so tight around his torso. His beard glimmered, soaked in expensive oils.

Mark brought two beer cans. He offered one to the German, and started drinking the other one.

"Establishing the order," Mark said.

The German started laughing. It sounded like rocks rolling down the hill. 

"Es ist so schwach."

I knew enough German to understand he said "it is so weak". On this ship I was only 'it'. I don't have developed muscles and I don't deserve respect. 

The German chugged down his beer and told Mark to do the same. Mark was wearing his fishing attire - overalls and a shirt, that were completely covering his body. When he started to undress, I noticed what my ex-friend looked like now. He revealed a wide heavy chest that  resembled an armour, ornamented with thick hair that spiralled toward his hard nipples. A dark treasure trail snaked from underneath his pecs, over his cobble stone abdominals, disappearing in a dark thick pubic bush that surrounded a thick chode. At least I thought that's what they call a dick whose circumference is higher then its length.

The German growled as Mark revealed his thick legs, built both from hard work on the boat and diligent gym training, I assumed.

In front of us, there stood an island-grown furry Hercules. The German dug into his pocket, took out something and threw it to Mark. 

Mark's eyes sparkled as he realised it was a velvety posing trunk, like the ones pro bodybuilders wear on stage. 

"Your physique is worthy of that, kid!", the German growled. 

Mark sniffed the poser, and I saw his chode getting harder.

"I wore it. It's my musk," the German said proudly. 

Mark put on the poser and started hitting the mandatories. Honestly, I didn't even mind the fur. I could see he had a stage-worthy mass. And he was such a skinny boy growing up. 

The German liked the show that the fisherman's son threw for him. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his professionally developed off-season body.  He hanged the shirt on a nearby hook. He was an orderly German guy, after all.

He approached and embraced Mark,  put ting one arm up and flexing a gargantuan round veiny biceps right in Mark's face. He slid another arm in the poser, checking out Mark's hole.

As Mark licked the Germans biceps, I could see a wet stain growing both on front and back side of the poser Mark wore.

"Pussy wet for muscle," the German whispered. 

"Mhmmm," Mark replied, as if he was a lost puppy found by a worried owner. 

The German rolled down the poser, revealing Mark's huge hairy butt, full of stretchmarks that are lifter's badges of honour. The German traced the stretchmarks with his thick finger, and then buried it into Mark's wet ass-pussy. 

Mark knelt on the dirty stinky ship floor and lifted his ass up in the air. The German slid down his denim shorts, revealing a commando crotch. A veiny 22- incher was leaking precum that fell to the floor in thin long ropes, resembling the fish guts.

As he rammed it in, Mark moaned like he was being slaughtered. Then he clenched his teeth and started engulfing the German's cock with the ass he built during the lonely winters on the island.  He followed the Germans rhythm and pushed back, like a natural born power bottom. 

The German was both provoked and pleased, as he tried to control the island stallion by digging his heavy fists deep into his meaty lower back muscles. It seemed like Mark's ass wanted to suck every drop of the German's cum, to keep it warm during the Winter, when the tourists leave. 

The ship was rocking. I jerked in silence while watching them, curled near the reeking barrels. I noticed a poser laying on the floor and hid it swiftly in my pocket. 

The German turned Mark around and put his legs on his shoulders. 

"Put 'em up!"

The German challenged Mark to a biceps flex off while they had sex. Mark's guns seemed bigger than this morning, pumped in a grueling muscle intercourse. The German's biceps looked like melons wanting to rip the thin plastic bag they were too heavy for. Mark showed of his hairy pits proudly, and the German had no choice but to lick them. The musk turned the German into a machine that drove Mark's prostate crazy. He squirted all over the German's abs, while the German deposited his heavy load into Mark's stretchmarked ass.

Mark was laying there, exhausted. The German told Mark to assume a doggy position. 

Then he looked at me.

"Jeder einzelne Tropfen!"

He wanted me to lick every single drop of his precious cum out of my ex-friend Mark's hole.

As I approached, the smell of fish disappeared, overpowered by Alpha's ripe seed stench. Mark's ass was so heavy, I had trouble separating the cheeks. It was furry like he was a bear cub. I was surprised to reveal that the rugged hairy cheeks hid a cleanly shaven pink hole drowned in superior man's cum. 

The German's cum was like jello. I swallowed thick chunks.

I sucked on Mark's hole as I tried to grope his abs, the thing I probably wasn't supposed to do, but the German went on the deck to catch some fresh air. 

"Sorry for this morning. He made me do it. And I worked too damn hard in the gym to miss out a chance for muscle sex on this Grindr forsaken island."

"Mmmmhhmmm... I understand, Mark. Could we hang again during the Winter?"

"Dunno... Maybe...Shut up and suck the hole clean!"

The second after that I felt gravity disappearing. The German lifted me with his left hand, while he checked Mark's ass with his right one. 

"All clean. Let's get back."

Mark, still drowsy from the intense coitus, started the engines.

"So long, weakling. We can't be seen with an underdeveloped inferior." 

As we approached the harbour, the German lifted me over the deck and just threw me overboard. 

The warm darkness engulfed me.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

PART 3

 

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[Jtchef2]

I really like how this story is going! Keep it up

[Guest]

Love the story so far! Would love to see how both of these bodybuilders ultimately dominate him!

[DennisFLL]

Always find stories of a bodybuilder dominating an admiring weaker man very hot.  Looking forward to reading more of your writing, BHM, to see where you take this!

[BuildHugeMuscles]

PART 3

My seawater-drenched clothes from last night were drying on the window. The German's poser I took while he was fucking Mark was already dry. Even though it was soaked in salty water, it retained its original musk. Ripe, cummy and sweaty in the front. Sweet and rank in the back. I buried my face in it and dildoed myself for an hour. The German's musk took over my inferior body, and I would have probably gone crazy if I didn't release the tension.

As the phone buzzed, I slid the dildo out instantly.

"Thief, return my musky possessions tonight."

He sent the location. It was one of those super expensive villas outside the village. I knew the German was rich, but I din't think he could afford to rent such a luxurious lodging. I didn't even try to think of an excuse. I just decided to go there. Or at least I thought I decided. The reality was the German had decided for me.

***

The doorbell echoed as the large metal door slid to the left, letting me in. Sophisticated contures of a spacious modern garden glistened in the moonlight. I approached the light - the villa door was opened, spilling out the light.

"Oh, you must be the skinny friend, love."

The soft effeminate voice came from a creature built entirely out of superbly round muscles, his body dressed in a Chinese-style silk robe.

"Morello. Charmed, I'm sure."

The huge pale-skinned ginger man reached for me, offering his hand for a kiss, as his veiny forearm muscles hanged like a cured ham.

I reached for his meaty hand, but then I lost my balance.

The German was dragging me across the living room floor. 

"We don't socialise with inferior weaklings!"

"Ohhhh..."

Morello's eyes glimmered as he watched the German's display of venomous masculinity. He dragged me to the bathroom and left me next to the toilet bowl. He reached into my pocket, retrieved his poser and spat in my face. I could see him strutting back to the living room, approaching Morello and giving him the poser.

Morello had a body of a roided Viking deity, but manners of a highly-strung 1920s upper-class lady. As he sniffed the German's poser, his muscles started rolling in a sensual dance, threatening to rip the expensive Chinese robe to pieces.

The German frowned.

"What is it, love?"

"Nothing is happening down there. My musk always makes guys hard as fck."

Morello blushed. He rolled down his silk shorts, undoubtedly custom made to fit his thickly developed glutes and thighs.

"I have one of those non-erect clits. That's the way Dexa Daddy likes it."

He revealed a small dicklet, curled up like a dead worm, nestled between two grape-sized formations that were once probably a set of fully functioning balls. 

The German smiled. He went to the kitchen and soon returned with a roll of black duct tape. 

"Oh, rendering my genitalia invisible to make your Alphaness shine even more. Great idea, love. But first, the lady has to tinkle."

Morello approached the bathroom, hiding the view of the living room with his immense physique. He sat on the toilet bowl, but then changed his mind.

He hovered over me, engulfing me in a cloud of his flowery Yves Saint-Laurent eau de parfum.

"Oh, don't mind me, love."

He put his dicklet into my mouth. The warm liquid drowned my throat. It tasted like the most abrasive antibiotic syrup you could take for a nasty staph infection. All the anabolics and other chems that Morello had been injected with metabolised, leaving the toxic aftertaste. I wasn't sure if I was going to die of poisoning or going to get cured from all the possible infections I may have had.

Morello finished and shook the dicklet off, leaving few droplets on my face.

"Lick 'em, love."

His voice was deceivingly friendly. He really meant it. And to make his point clear, he revealed one of his thighs and shook it relentlessly. The voluminous muscles were stormy waves on the ocean. And then - they all froze. The muscle waves were now granite mounds. Morello had no fat, just functionally developed tissue forming violently inspired thigh. I couldn't even start to think what this thigh could do to my soft body. I immediately licked every single droplet off  my face.

Morello joined the German, and the black duct tape was applied.

The German reached in his bag. He had a crumpled pair of women's lace panties in his cannon-ball-sized hand.

"My girlfriend's. Soaked. Usually sniff  'em to get my testo levels up before lifting."

"Ummm... you got a real lady here. I don't need some vulgar vag juices on me, love."

The German slapped Morello and made him put on the panties. Morello struggled to roll them on over his humongous meaty thighs, but the real challenge was the meatball ass. He managed to cover his dicklet with them, but they drowned in his ass meat.

The German was pleased. 

"Fütter mich," he growled.

If I understood it correctly, It meant something like "feed me". I really didn't understand what was going on.

Judging by Morello's demeanour and the amount of roids he took, I expected him to have a pudgy gyno atop his huge pectorals. But his pecs looked like slabs of alabaster crafted by a horny master from the Antiquity, finished with a tiny pale nipple surrounded by barely visible areolas.

"Those nips are too small to leak milk."

"Just you wait, love. Play with them and see. Dexa Daddy pays for this milk. And this house."

"And now I'm gonna steal his milk."

The German growled. It was his way of laughing.

He approached Morello and sniffed his crotch, now smelling like the German's girlfriend when she's aroused. 

I could see the German pushing Morello to the wall, rubbing his dick against Morello's tight meaty ass and grabbing his tits from behind. 

The German's hands did something brutal to Morello's tits as the ginger man squealed like a mouse who was about to die. The German seemed like the kind of bodybuilder that destroyed every Grip Master he ever owned.

When Morello turned around, I gasped as his pecs were bloody. I could see the tears in his eyes. 

The German was relentless, digging his fists into Morellos twisted nips and bruised pecs. If Morello had been an anverage lifter, he would have been dead by now.

Morello fell to the floor. He cupped his left pec with both hands. When he revealed it, a pearl-like drop hanged from his nip.

"Oh, baby..."

It was the first time I heard softness in German's voice.

He embraced Morello, as the thin stream of milk was flowing over the overhang, falling on upper abs, filling the belly button and reaching the black duct tape. 

The German sucked Morello's tit, at the same time flexing his neck and traps to get Morello even more aroused.

I could see a damp stain on the back of Morello's lacy panties.

This scene filled with tenderness made me forget about my sore throat caused by Morello's chem piss. The booming deep voice showed me back to reality.

"Who dafuq is stealing my milk?!?!"

TO BE CONTINUED

 

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[Jtchef2]

Hot!!!

[Gman]

Enjoying where this is going