This first story is short. It is about the Muscle Piss Pig. He was the first freak I ran into at the International Mr. Glute Man competitions. He stayed in a remote bathroom at the back of the contest theater.
This story is an expose. Young bodybuilders need to be alert to what goes on at Glute Man competitions. I am all in favor of the fact that we now have separate contests for bodybuilders with massive glutes. The fans go nuts! And the athletes now have an outlet to show off their massive rear ends. But, as a novice competitor, just be ready for some of the freaks you're going to run into when you begin to compete in these wild and crazy Glute Man shows.
I was a glute developer from my earliest days as a teen bodybuilder. I loved pictures of massive striated glute muscles. When I went to bodybuilding shows, I sat in the front row and waited for the athletes to hike their posing trunks to display their oiled glutes. In terms of my own training, I squatted, lunged, and leg pressed every other day. I was lucky to find a coach who specialized in this aspect of training. He and I charted my progress every week. After weight training, he always brought me back to his mirrored posing room and he had me strip down. I posed and flexed, and then he measured the circumference of my big glutes, and physically examined my striations. I loved the feel of his hands, both on my glutes and in my crack.
But I am getting diverted. Let me tell you about the Muscle Piss Pig. One day after I finished competing in a Glute Man contest, I had to piss real bad. The janitors already had the main bathroom closed off for cleaning, so one of the other athletes told me about a bathroom way at the back of the theater. When I got back there, I saw that the bathroom had three old fashioned full length urinals. Kneeling down between two of the porcelain urinals was the Muscle Piss Pig. He had his back to the urinals and was facing forward, just waiting. He was wearing only a jock strap and leather boots, with leather harness and leather hood which had openings for his eyes and mouth. So I couldn't really see his face. He was a huge muscle dude with enormous pecs. And he was holding some kind of rubber hose and a funnel in his right hand.
"Are you with the football team?" he asked. "Where are the rest of the guys?" These questions confused me. Although I had heard that some college football players were in the audience, I wondered why they would be coming back here. "No," I said. "Are you expecting them back here?" "I hope so," he said. "Some of them showed up after the last show, and I told them they could find me here again. I thought you were one of them. I'm waiting for some group action."
I did not know what to say.
"Go ahead, dude," he said. "I can tell you need to piss. Don't waste it." He groaned and lowered himself down so his hooded face was at the level of my crotch. I was in sweats wearing my posing trunks underneath. When I lowered my sweat pants and pulled my cock out from my posing trunks, he groaned some more. "Wait a minute, let me hook myself up." All of a sudden, he attached the rubber hose with the funnel to his mouth and dropped down further so the funnel was right under my cock. He pulled out some poppers and took a big hit. Then he yelled out, "Piss in the funnel!" I let loose with a full stream. I started calling him a lot of dirty names. I love using nasty language. And he had great staying power. I pissed and pissed and pissed. He seemed like he almost was going to choke a couple of times but he drank it all down and then sat there waiting for more.
"Take this piss, you hooded piss fag," I yelled out. He moaned and dropped lower in the urinal. Then I pulled the hose and funnel away from his face and started slapping him around. "Yeah, you pig, take my dick right into your mouth and drink my piss straight from the tap. You urinal freak! You need groups! I've seen your type before. You'll pay money for anonymous toilet loads, won't you?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "I'm a piss fag." Then he turned around, dropped down toward the floor, took another hit of poppers, and started licking the walls of the urinal. "Piss on me!" So I pissed all over his body as he licked the walls and the inside of the filthy urinal.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion not too far from the bathroom. "Hey, Charlie, let's open up another six pack. I need another beer. Where is that damn bathroom? It's hidden back here somewhere. I hope he's here. Do you think he's back here like he was after the last contest?" Beer cans snapped open as the football players filled themselves up with more and more beer.
Hearing all of this, the Muscle Piss Pig said to me, "The team is on its way! Where are my poppers?" After taking a big hit of poppers, the Pig crawled backward completely inside the middle urinal and then he said, "Hey dude, piss all over me some more before they get here. They get turned on when they see me all wet and filthy." So I gave him what he needed, as he took another deep hit off his poppers.
"Should I funnel up for the team or drink straight from their dicks individually?" he asked.
"Funnel up," I told him. "That way you can handle high volume. They probably all want to piss in the funnel at once." He groaned with pleasure as he hooked the rubber hose and the funnel back up to his mouth.
"Here, take my poppers," he said. "It's not easy to use the poppers when I'm hooked up to the funnel. Feed me poppers when they guys dump huge loads and when I groan for more." So I took the poppers and started watching his every move.
"I found the bathroom. Back here, guys," yelled out Brent, the quarterback. "Dudes, he's here already. Shit. He is all wet and he's inside the urinal."
All the guys rushed into the bathroom. They were drunk and full of piss. They started to unzip.
"Hey," said Charley, as he looked at me. "Who is this other dude who is back here? Have you been pissing on him already?"
"I was mainly pissing in him, not on him," I answered. "He wanted to drink straight from the tap. But I pissed all over his body a minute ago, because he said you guys liked to see him wet and nasty. He's been telling me he wants to drink the whole team's piss down all at once." The Muscle Piss Pig groaned when he heard me say this, and I fed him some more poppers.
"Finish up your beers, guys. Line up. He wants big loads of anonymous piss.!" Then the guys all started to unzip, lining up in front of the funnel. From where I was standing, I checked out every one of the football players' cocks. The first two guys looked like linebackers and they had short fat cocks. They pissed and pissed and pissed in the funnel, and the Muscle Piss Pig took it all.
Then eight or nine more teammates lined up at the funnel. Some of them had enormous cocks. They dropped huge piss loads into the funnel, sometimes two or three at once. Eventually there was a sewage backup and the funnel started to overflow. But I could tell the Piss Pig was doing fine, because he frequently moaned for more poppers. And his dick got hard. It created a huge bulge inside his jock strap.
Brent, the cocky quarterback, was the last football player in line. He yelled out, "This dude is hot! Give me another beer. Dudes, look at the size of his muscles and his huge wet jock strap! I want to play with his nipples." Turning to me, he said, "Snap those suction cups off his nipples. And get rid of that hose and that funnel. He's going to take my piss directly from my cock and then he's going to suck me off. Just like my bitch whore does after every football game."
I snapped off the suction cups and the Muscle Piss Pig's nipples stood out fat and thick on top of his huge pec muscles. Brent started pulling on the
hot nipples, as he slipped his huge cock into the Pig's mouth. Finishing up his beer, he dropped a huge load of piss into the Muscle Piss Pig. Then
Brent's dick got fully erect and he pumped it back and forth in the Pig's mouth. "Yeah, take my hot cumload, you cum dump" The Pig screamed out when Brent's huge load hit the back of the Piss Pig's throat.
Brent then ordered the Pig to lay down flat on the bathroom floor, with his
hooded mouth facing up toward the team. "Now the guys are going to shoot their loads all over you!" The Muscle Piss Pig groveled around on the floor and I fed him a huge hit of poppers. He begged for cum. The he surprised us all when he began to piss all over himself. The piss started squirting out of his jock strap. "Look at him pissing out the loads we fed him," yelled Brent. "What a filthy pig!" And the guys shot their loads all over his face. Eventually he was swimming in an ocean of piss and cum.
While his buddies were pissing on the Piss Pig, one of the players moved behind me and started feeling my ass. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I watched you on stage. Dude, you looked great in the contest. You have got a hot pair of glutes. Listen. Follow me into this toilet stall here. I'd love to take a hot feeding out of your ass. I know you could squeeze out something big and round for me."
I could not believe what I heard. This handsome college football player was asking to take it right out of my ass. But that's another story for next time.