When the Emir of the small but oil rich nation announced tha..
🕑 Added 2021-08-06 01:17:10 +0000 UTC
When the Emir of the small but oil rich nation announced that he was hosting a bodybuilding competition with the grand prize of half a million US dollars, the best bodybuilders in the world eagerly signed up for the competition. However, of the applicants, a select few, the best of the best, were ultimately invited to compete. The Emir even put up the competitors in his own lavish palace. Upon arriving at the desert palace they were treated like princes. They were supplied with the best supplements and their own customized meals. However, things weren’t as they seem. The emir also invited several of his wealthy friends who shared his interest in bodybuilders. The bodybuilders were unaware that as they practiced posing, trained, sleep and even showered, they were being watched by potential buyers. On the day of the competition, as each bodybuilder flex and pose on stage the wealthy gay men made secret bids on their favorites.
Dimitri was cocky as he posed and flexed his shredded body on stage. The 6’4” Russian knew he had the best physique on stage and it shows. The Emir loved the Russian muscle stud’s arrogance and wanted to keep Dimitri for himself. However, several other bidders also found the Russian bodybuilder too sexy and cocky to pass up. They all desired to break the arrogant stud and turned him into their fuck toys. As Dimitri went through his posing routine he was unaware that a bidding war was being fought over him. The Emir eventually won out over his own competition among the bidders.
Naturally, being the Emir’s choice, Dimitri won first place. The middle eastern ruler came on stage to congratulate Dimitri and placed the medal around the muscle God’s neck and presented him with the trophy. Dimitri gave the Emir a lite bow as the two men shook hands. However, Dimitri smirked as he noticed the Emir’s eyes running down his half-naked body. He knew the look, the lustful look of a gay man. He gets a lot of those looks. He normally tell gay men to fuck off, but he couldn’t really do it to royalty. The Emir’s eyes stayed a little too long on Dimitri’s posers. The bulge in the bodybuilder’s tiny trunks was almost nonexistent. The Emir smiled to himself. The Russian bodybuilder probably had tried his whole life to overcompensate for his inadequacies as a man, the Emir mused. He tried to compensate by building the perfect body that he thought women wanted and even turned to steroids. However, like a vicious circle, the steroids only reduced his manhood further. Dimitri gave the Emir an angry look when the two men’s eyes met.
Later that night the Emir hosted a large formal banquet for the bodybuilders that competed and Dimitri as the winner was the guest of honor. Dimitri was looking forward to the banquet so that he could eat anything that he had sacrificed over the last few months to get competition condition. He returned to his suite and peeled off the tiny poser to jump in the shower to wash off the fake tan. He then noticed the bottle of expensive champagne on the table in the living room area of the suite. He couldn’t wait, as he popped the bottle open and poured himself a glass full of the champagne. It felt good running down the inside of his throat. He finished off the glass and placed it back on the table. However, as he walked into the large bathroom to shower, he suddenly felt dizzy. His huge muscles felt useless as his massive legs gave out. He gripped the bathroom sink as he fell to the floor, and then everything went back.
Dimitri awoke to the steering pain of a cock pushing through his tight virgin ass’s muscle rings.
“Ah, you awake,” the Emir laughed as he held Dimitri’s chisel waist while pushing his thick, large cock further up the muscle pussy.
Dimitri tried to pull away but found his arms and legs were securely bound between two marble columns. He tried to yeah, but he was unable to speak or screamed as two hooks on each side of his mouth and secured behind his head, kept his mouth open. He looked around the banquet hall in horror. Throughout the large hall the beautiful, naked bodybuilders, who had completed earlier in the day, were getting fucked and used in various positions by the older, rich men. The men were enjoying and breaking in their new acquisitions. The sounds of moans and flesh slamming against hard muscles filled the room. The Emir pulled out of Dimitri and roughly thrusted back into the stretched, ruined hole. Tears ran down Dimitri masculine face as the huge cock pounded his prostate. To Dimitri’s horror his 3” inch cock was rock hard.
The Emir whispered into Dimitri as he thrusted in and out of the big muscular ass, “you were born to be a bottom for real men, with that tiny, insufficient dickit of yours.”
Dimitri was so humiliated. He started to pull at the tight chains and tried to curse the older man, but it just came out as muffled grunts. The Emir pulled out of his Russian slave. Suddenly a shock ripped through Dimitri’s muscles from his neck down to his feet. He realized insistly that a shock collar was fastened around his thick neck. As the intense pain faded, tears streamed from his eyes, down this rugged face.
“Now, now we don’t want to injure yourself do you? As long as you are a good obedient boy then you will be fine,” the Emir slapped Dimitri’s smooth ass cheeks.
“Fuck you,” Dimitri muffled tried to yell.
Several onlooking rich guests of the Emir’s, laughed. That earned the tough Russian another jolt. Despite the intense pain, his cock began to leak a large amount of pre-cum.
“Now let's try it again,” the Emir grabbed the bodybuilder’s tight, chisel waist and pushed back into the destroyed muscle pussy.
Dimitri was being betrayed by his own cock, which remained rock hard, while throbbing and leaking. He was confused, was he enjoying being fucked and used. He had no idea that while he was out he was pumped with drugs to keep him confused and rock hard.
The Emir thrusted all of the way into the bodybuilder’s ass. His belly was slapping against the hardness of Dimitri’s ass and v shape back. He then paused deep inside the bodybuilder and let out a deep loud moan. Dimitri was crying harder as he felt the older man cum inside him. He felt the warm cum filling him. Finally the Emir pulled out of him with a pop.
Dimitri was relieved that he was no longer being fucked. The Emir walked around the Russian, while running his hands over the sweat covered muscles. When the older man got in front of Dimitri, the chains relaxed the tense. Able to move, Dimitri tried to lunge at the Emir but another shock from the collar caused the muscle stud to fall to his knees in pain. The Emir laughed as he grabbed Dimitri’s hair.
“Now, now. Are you going to be a good boy, or do we need to teach you a lesson,” the Emir made Dimitri look up at him.
Tears ran down the handsome rugged cheeks. All the cockiness was gone from Dimitri’s eyes.
“Good boy, now clean my cock like a good boy,” the Emir pushed his cock into the open mouth.
Dimitri couldn’t close his mouth or bite down as the cock ran over his tongue.
“That’s a good boy,” the Emir patted his head.
When the Emir pulled out his cock, he clapped his hands and two servants quickly ran up to Dimitri. He watched helplessly as they fixed his cock with a cock cage. His life as a free man was gone. After that night, he began his training as a slave. His cock was kept locked up until the Emir fucked him. He soon associates his cock’s freedom and his ability to cum with getting fucked. He was soon begging for his master to fuck him, so he can come. If Dimitri disobeys he quickly feels the pain of the collar. The Emir made sure his slave workout and train twice a day. Dimitri grew bigger, more muscular by each passing day. As he grew bigger, he grew more submissive and obedient.
