No puedo elegir... me pongo cachondo pensando en ser cualquiera de los números azules. Solo quiero servir a un macho así.
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No puedo elegir... me pongo cachondo pensando en ser cualquiera de los números azules. Solo quiero servir a un macho así.
Cutie himbo
He's a cutie, a true trophy himbo ( even if he doesn't exactly get what's supposed to mean ). Too dumb for simple numbers, can't go an hour without you calling him "good boy", loves to get cuddles like a big puppy, horny for you 24/7, and always with that big proud smile from knowing he's YOUR massive dumb himbo.
Puppy Himbo
He's always making that lost puppy face, it's just too cute, you can't help it. Even cuter when he's tearing you open looking in your eyes and saying how much he loves you.
The sun dipped low over the sprawling Miami mansion, painting the pool in golden hues as the frat party hit its peak. Music thumped from the DJ booth, red Solo cups floated in the water, and bodies—tan, toned, and barely clothed—packed the deck and pool. Brad, a cocky college junior with a body sculpted from years of heavy lifting and good genetics, lounged like a king in the shallow end. At 6’4” and 260 pounds of pure muscle, he was already the center of attention. But tonight, he had something special planned.
“You guys ready for the real show?” Brad grinned, his deep voice cutting through the laughter. His frat brothers cheered, knowing what was coming. The “party trick” had started as a joke in the house basement—a wild mix of experimental supplements, ancient supplements from some sketchy online forum, and Brad’s freakish physiology. It let him grow. Not just a little. Massive.
He flexed his massive chest, veins popping under oiled skin, and closed his eyes. The crowd quieted as his body began to hum. Muscles swelled first—his pecs ballooning outward, traps rising like mountains, arms thickening with striated power. Then the real change hit. Brad groaned, low and guttural, as his frame expanded. Water surged around him as he shot upward, legs lengthening, torso stretching. Ten feet. Fifteen. Twenty-five. The final surge brought him to a towering thirty feet tall, his colossal body filling half the pool. The water only reached his waist now, lapping at the deep V of his abs. His cock, already impressive at normal size, hung heavy and thick between thighs like redwood trunks, thickening visibly as the growth rush sent blood surging everywhere.
“Holy fuck,” someone whispered. Then the awe turned to lust.
The partygoers swarmed him like worshippers at the feet of a god. Hands reached out—dozens of them—pressing against his warm, slick skin. A group of sorority girls in tiny bikinis climbed onto his thighs, giggling and moaning as they ran their palms over the ridges of his quads. “Brad… you’re a fucking giant,” one breathed, her nipples hard against her top as she hugged the curve of his calf.
He smirked down at them, his voice booming. “That’s right. Touch me. All of you.”
A muscular frat brother hoisted himself up Brad’s arm, tracing the deep cuts of his bicep with reverent fingers. “This is insane, bro. So fucking hard…” The man pressed his face to the swell of Brad’s pec, inhaling the scent of chlorine and raw masculinity. Brad’s massive hand came down gently, guiding more people onto his body. Women straddled his shoulders, grinding subtly against the shelf of his traps while their hands explored the vast plains of his chest. Men joined in, bolder now, squeezing the striations of his abs, which flexed and rippled under their touch like living marble.
Brad’s cock stirred, rising slowly from the water—thick as a man’s arm, veined and pulsing. A few brave souls reached for it immediately. A curvy brunette in a pink bikini wrapped both arms around the base, stroking upward with wide-eyed hunger. “It’s so big,” she moaned. Two guys followed, their hands sliding along the underside, feeling it throb and grow even harder under the collective worship.
The night blurred into pure hedonism. Brad stood there like a living statue of lust, letting them explore every inch. Fingers traced his obliques, tongues flicked across his nipples (each the size of a fist now), and bodies rubbed against him in the warm water. He laughed deeply, the sound vibrating through everyone pressed to him, his own arousal building to a fever pitch.
As the party wound down and most guests drifted off in exhausted awe, Brad’s eyes locked on a select group still eager for more. Five of them—three women and two men, all dripping wet and flushed with desire. “You all coming with me,” he rumbled, scooping them up carefully in one massive hand.
He carried them to the private cabana behind the mansion, setting them down on the oversized cushions he’d claimed as his own. The group wasted no time. The women climbed his body first, kissing and licking the deep grooves of his abs while the men focused on his cock—now a towering monument of flesh they could barely wrap their hands around. One woman straddled his thick shaft, sliding her soaked pussy along its length while another sucked greedily at the swollen head, her lips stretched wide. The guys stroked what they could reach, their own hard cocks pressing against Brad’s balls as they worshipped.
“Fuck yes,” Brad groaned, his voice shaking the walls. He guided them with gentle but commanding hands, positioning one woman to ride his fingers while another took his tongue—its broad, hot surface lapping at her clit until she screamed. The men took turns grinding against him, lost in the overwhelming scale of his body. Orgasms crashed through the group in waves: the women shuddering and squirting across his chest, the men spilling over his abs as they jerked themselves off against his impossible muscles.
Brad held back until the end, savoring their desperate efforts to please him. When he finally came, it was explosive—a thick, endless flood that covered them all in warm, heavy ropes, marking them as his for the night. They collapsed onto him, panting, stroking his still-hard muscles in exhausted reverence.
“Best. Party. Trick. Ever,” one of the girls whispered, kissing the curve of his pec.
Brad just grinned, already feeling the faint tingle that meant he could do it all over again tomorrow.
The whistle blew, and the two wrestlers locked up in the center of the mat.
Jake, the taller wrestler in the red singlet, had always been the bigger, more imposing athlete—broad shoulders, thick legs, and a confident smirk. His opponent, Tyler, wore the bright yellow Illinois Corn Stars singlet. Tyler was lean and athletic, but clearly smaller in every dimension… or so it seemed at first.
As they grappled, something strange began to happen.
Tyler’s grip tightened around Jake’s arms. A subtle warmth spread through Tyler’s body. With each straining push and pull, Tyler felt a surge. His already defined shoulders started to swell, the yellow fabric stretching tighter across his chest as new muscle packed on. His biceps ballooned outward, veins rising to the surface. His thighs thickened dramatically, the black trim of his singlet riding higher as his quads and hamstrings expanded with stolen power.
Jake’s eyes widened in confusion. He pushed harder, but his own body betrayed him. His once-proud shoulders narrowed. His chest deflated slightly, the red singlet growing looser around his torso. His arms, which had always been his strongest asset, slimmed down as the size drained away into Tyler.
Tyler’s curly hair bounced as he grew taller, his legs lengthening and thickening into powerful pillars. The cartoon corn mascot on his chest rose higher with his expanding frame. He straightened up, now clearly the bigger man, looking down at his shrinking opponent with a mix of surprise and growing dominance.
Jake tried to counter, but his legs felt weaker, shorter. His head tilted upward as Tyler towered over him more and more. The red singlet sagged on his diminishing body, the once-tight material now baggy around his narrowing waist and thinning legs.
By the time the referee stepped in to reset them, the transformation was undeniable. Tyler stood massive and commanding in his yellow singlet, every inch of him pumped with stolen muscle and height. Jake, now noticeably smaller and slimmer, stared up at the giant who had once been his smaller rival, his red singlet hanging loosely on his reduced frame.
Tyler flexed his newly massive arms, the yellow fabric straining, and gave a small, satisfied smile.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, his voice deeper than before.
Jake could only swallow hard, looking up at the wrestler who had just taken everything from him.
After Gym
“Faggot. Just finished gym workout and I’m on the way home now. My girlfriend is coming at 6.30pm, so start preparing dinner. I want it done by the time I get back, so that I can lock you in the closet before she arrives. I don’t want your homo shit-face to spoil my evening.”
“Yes, Master Gabriel. Thank you, Master Gabriel.”
“Did you remember to buy the bouquet and the gift too?”
“Yes, I did, Master Gabriel. It’s all wrapped up, as you ordered me to do, Sir.”
“Did you clean the apartment too?”
“Yes, Master Gabriel. I spent the entire afternoon cleaning the whole apartment, Sir. It is spotless for your date tonight, Master”
“Good fag. Looks like you will spending the night in the closet sniffing these gym socks and shoes, homo. You like it, don’t you, sick faggot?”
“Thank you, Master Gabriel. This lowly fag is honoured to receive your reward, Sir”
“Haha, pathetic homo!”
i wouldn’t if i were you… but then again, i’m not a mindless drone 😏😈 #findom #alpha #bdsm #straight #power #masc
Born slave eating his meal out of a dog bowl at the feet of a superior man. Regular humiliation reinforces the truth, fags are not equal.
If you’re tall enough, they’ll all come to you…
I would feel so protected only by being in the middle of those legs 🥵. This is the place of a big alpha man: relaxing, playing video games, spreading his enormous legs. While we clean the house, cook, rub his feet and worship him all day long. (H: 7’0)
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Super impressive!
Luv this bearded roid bears massive bicep surprise in that tight black shirt HOT!!!!!!!!
Me towering over any little fag
Okay little guy we can wrestle. But just so you know, when I pin you down, I won’t ultimately taste my victory until I’m swallowing the huge load you have after being tossed around like a rag doll. And trust me, once I have you pinned helplessly under all 6'6 290 pounds of this muscle, it won’t take me long either.
big connor
I said get on your knees, bitch. If I want you on your knees, you're getting on your knees.
You see that bicep, boy? That's why set the rules here