Gay Muscle Worship - Tumblr Posts
Hold that pose while I......lick every inch!
Who’s in the mood for some beautiful biceps today, courtesy of the massive and gorgeous Josh Bergeron? These bicep peaks have to be the most massive ever. If I ever got to worship these beauties, I would die a happy and horny man.
Wish that was my hand on his bicep. I’d be squeezing like hell though, feeling how hard it is.
Imagine him laying back in bed like that, while you’re holding his wrists down and licking his arms up and down. Fuck, I’d be shooting on his chest without touching myself.
Who wouldn’t want to worship that bicep, huh?!?!
Anyone wanna help me worship this stud?
Who doesn’t love a Lee Priest bicep flex? Excuse me while I cum about a thousand times….
Lee Priest
F-ing A! Is there a flaw in this man's physique? I don't think so! Perfect!
Hot Damn!
Alexis Rivera Rolon
Oh yea! This one gets my motor running!
Pavel Cervinka
“Damn, that’s good boy,” your master said, chomping down the food you’d dutifully made him while he was at the gym, building up a shimmering sweat, “You’re getting good at these meal preps.”
“Thank you, sir,” you said, bowing, “Helping you get nice and big and strong by keeping you fed is my job, sir.”
“That’s right boy,” he said, rice spilling out of his mouth sloppily as he answered in between scoopfuls of food, “Now, my feet need a rubbing and a cleaning. They’re tired. Go enjoy your meal while I enjoy mine.”
He had been your trainer at first when you’d signed up at the gym for the first time, but it didn’t take long for his masculine aura to overpower you and turn you into a little begging bitch. You’d always considered yourself pretty masc, but he knew as soon as he saw you he knew what type of faggot you were and exactly what buttons to push. Your urge to serve his monster feet slowly won you over. Before you knew it, you were in an apron in his kitchen naked, happily cooking up his chicken and rice while he drank beer on the couch in exchange for your training. No matter how clean you got them, they were always dirty the next day, always coated with a sheen of salty sweat for you to lap up. Once you were done, you got to press your face into his huge, sweaty feet, licking your way up his massive muscular calves as his musky foot scent filled your brain, just in time for him to crush your head between his huge thighs while you sniffed and licked his balls like the good pup he’d made you into while he watched sports. Afterwards he’d pull you onto his pillow pecs and let you lick the sweat out of his pits while pinning you with his huge biceps.
At night you had a few sleeping places depending on his mood; stuck under his feet at the end of the bed like a good pup, or tucked under his pit, breathing in his gym pit odor or sweaty feet all night long, letting his alpha odor reprogram you, driving your obedience deeper. He’d kept you like this the first few nights when you still remembered your life before him. But after a few nights of that you were totally rewired and your only thoughts were of your new, happier life as his wife. Things were just so much easier when you let a real man take charge and make all your decisions for you. Every now and then he let you sleep with your face pressed against his meaty balls, letting you greedily soak in the pocket of warmth emanating from them and his huge beefy cock while you nuzzled against his thick bushy pubes. Every morning you woke him up worshipping whichever spot you awoke in.
Working out was so rewarding.
Oh damn
Can I worship him first?
Anyone wanna help me worship this stud?