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Pablo Llopis
His mouth went dry as I approached. He couldn't believe the sheer mass of the true alpha male he was looking at. And when I saw the desperate yearning in his eyes, it was over. He was MINE.
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“A little posing after training” from studly handsome IFBB Pro Pablo Llopis.
The form, the shorts, the socks and the training shoes, it’s all good.
New Dress Code
Sam was delighted when he read the memo about the updated dress code. Seemingly intended to loosen the rules only slightly, a careless omission painted a devious smirk on his face.
"Effective immediately, shirts are no longer required in the workplace."
Of course everyone could reasonably interpret that they meant to say collared shirts, but Sam felt it was his chance to honor it to the letter. No more stiff shirts restricting and constantly getting stuck in-between his impressive muscles. He cheekily decided to still wear a tie, liking the way that it fell neatly over his massive form.
Everyone of course couldn't keep their eyes off him once he strutted through the front doors. So many had wondered and speculated what was hiding underneath their massive coworkers shirt. Sam's boss nearly exploded when she caught sight of him, stomping over ready to chastise him for his ridiculous stunt. He was ready though, holding up the memo and reading it out to her word for word. "We'll see what HR has to say about this" she spit out while angrily snatching the memo from his hand as she quickly stomped away beckoning him to follow.
Sam made no attempt to match her pace, sauntering through the office behind her, making sure everyone got a good look at his godlike muscles rolling past each other. By the time he got to the HR office, he could already hear his boss screaming about the situation, furiously pointing at the memo. The small, twinkish man was taken off guard by Sam's hulking form walking through his doorway. Sam's boss gestured "SEE!" waiting for a response from the other man. He gulped... "Sam, uh, Mr. Jackson, umm wow." Without breaking eye contact, he snatches the memo from her hands, reading its short contents while glancing back up every word. "Hmm, I see. Well, according to this official wording... Mr. Jackson is not doing anything wrong..." barely stifling a moan as he trailed off. Feeling her still fuming, he remarked "I could run this up to corporate to be corrected, but that's going to take a few months at least likely." With that she stormed off, leaving just the two of them. "Thank you for fully complying with our dress code," he mischievously remarked to Sam.
As Sam confidently walked back to his desk he felt the eyes of nearly everyone at the office return to him. They were like putty in his hands, he could definitely get used to this. He wondered 'damn, if they're like this now, I can't imagine what they'll be like when the new office gym is ready next week.'
The memo was never corrected.
Congrats to this hot stud who won both biggest and smallest in show!
He's smiling because no one can tell that his little nub is rock hard onstage.