Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 10:58:25 GMT
From: Derek Flex <raexis@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bodybuilder Fantasies: Mike Matarazzo

Mike Matarazzo
by Derek Flex
please send your comments to raexis@hotmail.com
(of course, this story is purely fictional)


Mike finished the double biceps pose and sat down at the preacher bench.
His skimpy tank top didn't hide much of his upper body, which pleasured
Mr. Franks, who watched.  And Mike's workout shorts hid nothing of his
superior leg development.

Mike looked over at Mr. Franks and smiled slightly.  He felt a little self
conscious.  Mr. Franks' grin was just a bit too friendly for Mike's tastes.
Mike had gotten used to guys ogling his body-- it just came with the
territory of being a professional bodybuilder.  But that didn't mean he had
to like it.  Mr. Frank had offered Mike a nice sum of money for the
professional bodybuilder to pose for his magazine, but now, as he felt the
inescapable stare of Mr. Frank run up and down his body, Mike wasn't so
sure he had made the right decision.

"O.K., Mike," Mr. Frank said.  "Just drape your arms over the preacher pad.
Don't grab the EZ-curl bar.  I just want to get some pictures of those guns
of yours resting on the pad."

Mike obliged.  His 21 inch arms bulged as the padded preacher bench pressed
on them from underneath.  Mr. Frank smiled.  He snapped a few shots.  Mike
thought it interesting that the publisher of the magazine himself was
taking pictures for this shoot.

"O.K., now extend your arms downward so your hands are very low," he said.

Mike obeyed.

In an instant, two rings mechanically wrapped themselves around Mike's
wrists, strapping his huge arms in place.  At the same time, Mike's ankles
were grabbed by two similar rings and locked in place on the floor.  Mike
couldn't move.  His huge, muscular body was cuffed to the preacher bench.

"WHAT THE..." Mike gasped.  He was so totally surprised by this that he
didn't even realize what had happened.  Mr. Frank smiled.  Mike began
cursing as he squirmed and fought against the restraints.  But despite
possessing one of the strongest, best-developed bodies on the planet, Mike
was unable to break free.  Mr. Frank fondled himself as he watched Mike's
rippling muscles bulge as they exerted all their strength in vain.
Mr. Frank waited for a few minutes, to let Mike settle down.  After Mike
had exhausted his body and his vocabulary, Mr. Frank leaned forward and
said "Now Mike, this isn't going to hurt if you don't fight against it."
Mr. Frank paused a second and then said, "Mike, I want you to meet another
bodybuilder.  You and he are going to get to know each other very, very
well."  Mr. Frank smiled a devilish grin as he pressed a button on an
intercom.

"Come on in," he said into the box.

In a second, a door to the gym opened.  Mike turned his head to see who was
coming in.

"Mike, this is Erik," Mr. Frank said.  "He's a big fan of yours, and he's
been looking forward to this meeting for months."  Erik walked towards Mike
and stopped a few feet from him.  Erik was at least 6 inches taller than
Mike's 5' 10" and he probably weighed at least 40, maybe 50 pounds more
than the professional bodybuilder.  But the most amazing aspect of Erik's
physique was his leanness and unreal vascularity.  Even with his clothes
on, Erik's less-than-2 percent body fat was obvious.  Mike couldn't figure
out where this guy had been hiding!  Why hadn't Mike seen him in any
competitions?  He would have blown the socks off of everyone!

"Go ahead, Erik," Mr. Frank said.  "Enjoy yourself."

Erik grinned a sickening grin as he eyed the trapped bodybuilder.  Mike
began to get nauseous.  Erik started undressing.  Mike nearly gasped when
he saw the development of this guy!  Erik's broad shoulders and incredibly
massive arms put Mike's to shame!  And Erik's thick, full chest totally
dominated a row of mini-loaf abs!  In a moment, Erik was nude.  Mike
struggled once again to get free, but Erik just grinned and watched.  Mike
began to panic.  He nearly was crying.  Mr. Frank enjoyed watching those
huge guns wrestle against the unbreakable bindings that held Mike's wrists
down.  Mike's veins pulsed as they ran fresh blood to the muscles, in a
effort to strengthen them.  Mr. Frank unzipped his pants and stuck his hand
inside.

Erik walked to Mike's back side and flipped a bracket on the preacher bench
and removed the seat that Mike had been sitting on.  He took the seat and
post and sat them aside.  Mike's body was now totally resting on the
support of the preacher bench.  His wide, thick back was accentuated as his
upper body draped over the bench.  Eric moved closer, his huge nude body
anticipating the pleasure to come.

Eric took the skimpy straps of tank-top fabric that draped over Mike's
bulging traps and tore it.  Mike flinched.  Then Erik tore the shirt all
the way off, fully exposing the naked, muscular upper body of Mike
Matarazzo.  That back was so beautiful and powerful!  Erik took his left
hand and gently ran it up and down Mike's back, pausing to squeeze the
mammoth lat muscles.  Mike squirmed.  Erik's hand moved down farther and
cupped the rock-hard glute muscles, still covered by Mike's gym shorts.
But they weren't covered for long.  Erik tore them off and threw them on
the floor.  He began caressing Mike's bare, muscular butt with both hands.
He leaned down closer as his large cock began to stiffen.  "You make me
very pleased," Erik said as he felt the muscles of Mike's back side.
Within seconds, Erik's cock was at full erection, dripping with precum.

Erik moved his hands lower and began touching the twitching slabs of beef
that comprised Mike's legs.  He squeezed the muscle and closed his eyes.
With his eyes still closed, he moved his hands upward and resumed enjoying
Mike's bare, muscled butt.  Erik slowly moved his fingers toward Mike's ass
hole and began prying the flexing, tightening, fighting muscles apart.
Erik's strong fingers fought for a few second's against Mike's glutes.
Mike writhed as he struggled.  Mr. Frank removed his stiff cock from his
pants as the show unfolded.  He teased himself by lightly stroking himself
as he enjoyed Erik's dominance of this most powerful of bodybuilders.

Then, just when Erik had the tip of one finger inside Mike's ass, he
stopped and withdrew it.  Erik's stiff cock was spewing so much precum that
it dribbled onto the floor.  Erik stood up and walked around Mike's side
and stood in front of him.

"See what you do to me?" Erik said to Mike, displaying his huge penis in
front of Mike's face.  "I am going to push this right up your ass.  And
then, when it's all the way inside, I am going to leave it there.  Just
leave it there.  You will feel my rock hard cock inside your ass for an
eternity of seconds as I enjoy holding your muscular body in my own.  I
will squeeze your body.  I will kiss your neck.  I will tighten my rod
inside of you and you will squirm with pain.  And I will shudder with
pleasure as I fuck you."

Erik leaned his huge body closer and his bobbing cock nearly touched Mike's
face.  Mike turned his head to avoid contact.  A drop of precum splashed
onto Mike's neck as the striated, muscular cock tightened.  Mike looked at
it.  It was so long and straight!  It pulsed with visible veins; incredibly
virile and painfully large.  Erik tightened it again, and Mike looked away
again as it bobbed dangerously close to his face.  This time, the clear
precum squirted out and just dribbled down the shaft.  It was incredibly
sensual, and Mr. Frank watched, mesmerized by Erik's sexual prowess.  Erik
took his finger and stopped the descending river.  Then, grabbing Mike's
head with his other hand, he stuck the drenched fingertip up one of Mike's
nostrils.  He smiled as he wiped his precum on the inside of Mike's nose.
His huge triceps muscles bulged as his finger deposited his juice.

Erik moved back to Mike's ass and bent his legs.  His massive legs snuggled
into Mike's smaller ones.  Erik massaged Mike's neck and traps with his
strong fingers, then slowly started to enjoy Mike's back again, gently
running his hands up and down the muscles.  He brought his hands down and
parted Mike's ass again.  Slowly, he brought his throbbing cock head
between Mike's granite glutes and pressed the wet crown against Mike's
hole.  Mike wailed and fought, but Erik didn't back down.

As Erik began to shove his rigid cock inside Mike, he closed his eyes once
again.  He bit his lower lip.

Mr. Frank began stroking himself harder now.

Soon, Erik was all the way up Mike's warm, tight ass.  Then he held it.  He
leaned forward and took his hands and placed them on Mike's huge 21 inch
arms and began to enjoy the hugeness of those guns.  Even though his own
arms were larger and more defined (if that could be possible), Erik took
the opportunity to pleasure his own fingers with the granite hardness and
immense size of Mike's famous arms.  Erik found himself pushing his cock
farther up as he became overwhelmed with the total pleasure of experiencing
this Mike-fuck.  He nearly shook as he squeezed Mike's grapefruit biceps.
He tightened his own ass harder, forcing his hips, and cock, farther
forward.  He leaned forward and kissed Mike's thick neck, licking it and
enjoying the sweaty, salty taste.  His legs muscles bulged as he
straightened them, forcing himself farther into Mike's ass.  He nearly
lifted Mike and the preacher bench off the floor.

Erik reached down with his right hand and began to fondle Mike's cock.
Amazingly, Mike didn't resist.  Perhaps he knew he couldn't resist.  Erik's
muscular fingers tickled Mike's penis and balls.  Erik knew just where to
touch a man, and within seconds Mike was erect.  Erik pleasured Mike and
the bodybuilder's precum began to flow.  Eric's skillful hand soon had Mike
moaning.

Mr. Frank began to squirt long ropes of cum into the air and onto Mike's
broad shoulders and huge arms.  Seeing this, Erik could hold back no
longer.  His giant body began to jerk, and he started to moan.  Erik's
orgasm came just in time to drive Mike over the edge, and within seconds
the professional bodybuilder was forcing spray after spray of white cum
into the air.  Erik groaned with pleasure as he emptied himself into Mike's
ass.

Upon completion of his orgasm, Erik slowly, painfully pulled out.  He
massaged the traps and shoulders of the exhausted bodybuilder as he
squirted a few more shots onto Mike's back.  Then he leaned down and
nuzzled Mike's neck with his own.  He gently kissed Mike's ear and thanked
him for the pleasure of his service.  Erik stood up and said, "If you're
ever interested, I'd love to do this again sometime.  You were so much
better than Dennis Newman."  He took a big glob of his thick cum that was
sticking to the end of his penis, and placed it on his fingertip.  He
brought his finger to Mike's mouth and rubbed the cum onto Mike's lips.
Mike waited a few seconds, then slowly stuck his tongue out and licked the
cum off his lips, swallowing it.

Erik turned to Mr. Frank and frenched his boss for a few seconds, then
walked to the door, stopping to grab his clothes.  Mike turned and watched
the giant walk out of the room.  The professional bodybuilder then dropped
his head and sobbed uncontrollably, his muscular, wet body bouncing with
each tearful gasp.