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Prettyboy Patrick LeBlanc with bulge

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My favorite part of swimming is seeing the looks on people’s faces as my triceps press me out of the pool edge and I emerge, water running though my chiseled build. 😲😲 lmao! #cockyAF

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A proper faggot will take my workout shirts and wring the armpit sweat into his mouth before he does my laundry. 👕💦 If that’s you, you’re the kind of fag I want.

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Great game, Justin!

Thanks, coach!

(If coach only knew how much his precious daughter loves to get her tongue deep up in my sweaty ass)

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The closer you get to my pits, the closer you get to losing your self in my scent.

No man smells like this except Me.

Breathe in deep and say thank you Sir.

It’s as close as a beta like you will ever get.

Now worship.

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I own you.  You’re my toy.  You can’t escape me - not physically, or mentally. 

Skype: NorthernAlphaMaster

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6'2"

185lbs

Size 12 Feet

Hungry for your hard earned fag cash.

Serve.

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE AND GRAPHIC DESCRITIVE DETAIL. DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER IF THIS IS LIKELY TO UPSET OR OFFEND YOU. THIS POST HAS BEEN REQUESTED BY SEVERAL FOLLOWERS BUT I AM AWARE NOT EVERYONE WILL BE A FAN OF POSTS LIKE THIS. IF ANYONE HAS ANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS POST AND WOULD LIKE IT REMOVED PLEASE CONTACT ME VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE AND I WILL HAPPILY TAKE IT DOWN.

I considered myself to be a pretty fit guy up until recently. I had abs, veins running along my arms, a v-line. I was cocky, arrogant and in need of punishment. When I walked into the gym I usually felt like I was in charge, I was confident and pretty much the same size as most people there. That all changed a few weeks ago when the behemoth showed up. It was a normal Friday afternoon, I’d slept in and woke up about lunch time and decided to hit the gym, had to get a pump on for hitting the club’s later on that night. I swaggered into the gym with my usual cocky attitude, looking around to see if there were any studs in that I could try my luck with. That’s when I saw him.

Standing just a few feet away was an absolute mountain of pure, raw muscle! His arms were wider than my body and his pecs were as round and full as my head…i nearly creamed my pants just looking at him! He was huge, i found myself mesmerized by this freak of nature…i couldn’t take my eyes away as he pumped his gargantuan biceps. 

Without realizing my cock had hardened in my briefs and I lay back on the bench…looking around i saw nobody in the gym other than me and the muscle bench. Deciding to take a risk, more out of lust than deliberation, i stood up and stripped down to my underwear. My dick was bulging obscenely out of my tight blue briefs, i couldn’t take it any longer and i began to massage my aching cock…

Lost in my fantasy i watched the monster in front of my steam through his workout, his incredible body bulging and throbbing in every way. Without thinking i let out a long, loud moan my throbbing dick taking priority over common sense. Then, suddenly, the rhythmic clanking of weights stopped.

The gym was silent, realising what i had just done i jumped up to see if he’d heard me…i came eye to eye with one seriously pissed god. He was standing in the open, i could see him in all of his magnificent glory. His legs were like tree trunks, arms as big as logs and a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank top struggled to keep it all in.

He waddled towards me, his enormous muscular legs causing mini earthquakes with each step. He stopped a few steps short of me, his hulking frame casting a shadow over me. Flexing his thick meaty pecs and delts he looked down at himself, dick bulging in his shorts. Then…he looked up at me, his face smouldering with pride for his body and anticipation of what would happen next. Flexing his giant biceps again he smiled and grabbed hold of my neck and lifted me above his head, his grip tightening with every second, I tried to scream for help but I couldn’t utter a sound with his huge powerful hand around my throat. Just as I was about to pass out the beast launched me across the room, I flew over the weight racks and crashed into the full length mirrors that covered the walls. Desperate to catch my breath and get up to run I heaved myself to my feet and struggled to get to the exit. I was stopped dead in my tracks by a deafening roar from behind me, I spun around eyes widening at what I saw. The maniac had ripped one of the exercise machines up from the floor, sheer power was rushing through his prominent veins. Without any hesitation he threw the mangled heap of metal straight over my head, crushing the exit doors trapping me in. He charged toward me, sweeping me off my feet and falling on top of me. I heard several loud cracks and a searing pain shot up my side. My ribs! A vicious smile spread across the bodybuilder’s face, standing up he grabbed my legs and began to whirl me around as though I was a 4 year old girl. My leg was under so much strain it hard popped out of its socket, I could barely breath, the pain was unbearable. He dropped me to the ground and began to jerk his python of a cock, moaning in pleasure he threw his head back and let out a series of animalistic grunts. Taking my opportunity I tried to crawl away from the behemoth but I howled in pain as soon as I moved. His head snapped back up and he focused on my broken body, heavy bruising move covered almost every inch of me. He looked around trying to find something else to satisfy his lust for violence. His eyes lit up, he grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me across the bench press. Sitting down he jammed my head between his giant legs squeezed, my neck cracking in several places I felt numb, my head close to exploding. Finally he released his grip and my body flopped to the floor. Grunting with satisfaction he flung me onto the bench and grabbed the metal bar wrapping it around me band the bench, effortlessly trapping my already helpless body. Taking a minute to flex his unbelievably pumped muscles and tug his footlong cock in the mirror he roared with pure testosterone fuelled power. He turned around to face me, picking up several weights as he did. Raising one of the weights above my knee cap, he smiled, and dropping it letting my knee cap be smashed to pieces. He did the same to me collar bone and pelvis both of which shattered with a sickening crunch. My whole body had been destroyed, I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe and I was about to loose consciousness. With one final grin he walked up to the end of the bench where my head was resting and planted his huge muscle ass flat on my face. Just before I passed out I heard the muscle god climax, his giant frame convulsing in pleasure.

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As captain of the football and wrestling teams I had a responsibility to stay big and fit. I also had to get used to controlling two teams full of testosterone fuelled wanna-be alpha male college bros. Needless to say in order to do all of that I’ve got to be big, powerful and embrace the position of alpha male. It’s a full time job, can’t slip out of role…so i stay in control 24/7. It’s a tough job but it has its perks.

I’d headed home after a full day of training and decided to do a quick workout just to keep the pump goin’. Just as I was finishing arms I heard the front door open my brothers and father were home. Knowing that they’d soon be in to pay tribute I peeled my sweat soaked top off and gently stroked my 9″ semi..

I may only be 18 but my father and older brothers all look to me as the man of the family and I treat them just like I do my bros at college..with disdain and complete power over everything they do. I’m the ultimate alpha male.

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Oh hey faggot…you just caught me on my way out to the beach. 

Haha…no you can’t come! Why would I want a puny weak ass little shit standing with me? 

Because we’re bros?…haha no that shit ain’t gonna work no more dude…now that I know you’re a fag i can finally treat you the way you deserve.

Fuck off back to my room and wait for me there..I’m gonna go and show off this body and show all those chicks what a real man looks like……fucking bitches on such a hot day is bound to get me nice and sweaty so you never know you might just be getting a treat tonight.

What you looking at? My biceps and my pits…ha as if you’d be so lucky you can make do with my ripe stinking socks…now go on piss off back to your corner bitch

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“Come on ‘big’ bro! Get the fuck up…” Dylan taunted, his muscled body looming over you, his meaty pecs jiggling as he laughed at you, laying on the floor. 

Just a few moths ago Dylan had been a scrawny little kid, easy to poke fun at and fun to mess around with, your little brother had always been your favourite plaything. Finally sick of the torment Dylan had decided to start hitting the gym, ignoring the laughter and taunts you and pretty much everyone else threw at him he signed up and soon introduced himself to one of the coaches, asking for help. It was then when everything changed, your role and his switched.

“God, you’re so fucking weak compared to me now” he laughed causing his studly body to ripple with muscle. He looked into your pleading eyes as he pressed his mighty size 13 foot onto your chest pinning you down. “I said GET. THE. FUCK. UP…” he ordered still pushing down with his huge foot. The smell of his feet and the musk coming from his Calvins was overpowering causing you to feel light headed, either that or the unbelievably powerful slap he’d just dealt you that had knocked you to the floor in the first place.

“Dylan..Dylan just…please let me up! I’m sorr-” I faltered. I tried to push myself up but his huge quads didn’t budge. Dylan laughed, a stomach turning sadistic laugh. 

“No…No no no Bro…you’re not sorry yet. I’m just getting started, once I’m through with you then you’ll be sorry…” he threatened ominously. “From now on you call me Sir or Master and I’ll be calling you ‘faggot’ you got that? I’m in charge now, with this new body coach has given me I’m the only man in the house now…not even Dad can protect you” Dylan warned, sliding his sweaty stinking foot from my chest and placing it firmly on my face. I noticed his bulge begin to swell in his tight boxer shorts, I’d never known he was that big down there…I gazed up in awe and fear as I felt my own crotch stir.

“Now, lick my fucking feet faggot” Dylan commanded as he began to flex his huge biceps above me, veins popping out from his incredible forearms. With unexpected aggression Dylan stuffed his salty, sweat laden toes into my mouth, snapping me out of my trance. “I said lick my fucking feet faggot” he said once again as his sweaty feet filled my mouth. 

“MMMMFF…MMM..MMFFFF” I tried to speak, to beg him to stop but his eyes, full of lust told me that was never going to happen. He pulled his toes from out of my mouth and gave me a quick, hard kick in the side. Pulling down his boxers he filled the room with a hot, manly musk…his enormous dick swinging around in front of me. With a few quick tugs Dylan brought his monster to full mast and laughed “Fine…if you won’t service my feet try my cock out instead faggot” he said, reaching down to grab my hair. He pulled me up onto my knees, ignoring my sobbing, and slapped me across my face again, his pleasure and lust growing by the minute. I stared forward at the two tree trunk like legs in front of me, quickly focusing on the giant cock bobbing up and down between them. Looking up at my brother’s menacing face I decided there was only one course of action. 

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around the head of his beastly cock, gagging from the sheer size of it. Trying my best I began to suck my little, or should I say ‘big’, brothers cock, tears running down my face and his manly scent filling my nostrils. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that faggot!” Dylan laughed before cupping the back of my head in his huge hand and thrusting my head forwards, his cock surging down my throat. 

Downstairs I heard a door slam, ‘Thank god! Finally Dad’s here to help’ I thought. His footsteps as he climbed the stairs were drowned out by the brothers guttural moaning, groaning deeper and louder with each second, the force with which he was fucking my throat never faltering. 

“Yo Dad, what’s up…just teaching big bro how things are gonna work around here from now on” you heard him say with cocky grin spreading across his face. As his relentless throat fucking gradually drained you of breath, you began to pass out.

“Sure Son, whatever you need to do” you heard your father say as you eventually blacked out.