To Dominate or Be Dominated?

I ran across this magnificent image the other day. The artist is known as mbbbbb. He has an awesome deviantart.com gallery. Aside from being insanely hot, it got me thinking about the roles of worshipped and worshipper, or dominant and dominated.

I've played both roles. There was a time when I was a bodybuilding fanatic, working out diligently, making impressive gains and even competing a few times. Back in those days, I was pretty big. [Indulge me stat-fetish for a moment. At 5'-9" tall, at my off season biggest, I weighed 210 pounds with a 49 inch chest, 34 inch waist, 18 inch arms and 27 inch quads. That's pretty big for an amateur with a full time job and a social life.]

At that size, I really enjoyed being an object of attention, attraction and worship. I dressed to show off my chest and arms. I gladly flexed for people who asked. I even flexed for people who thought I didn't know they were looking. It was fun. I liked to show off my strength to eager worshippers. It gave me great pleasure to see their amazement and their pleasure at being close to and touching a big, muscular guy.

I competed, however, at 176 pounds. Once, right after a competition when I was down around 185 pounds [with a 47 inch chest, 33 inch waist, 16-1/2 inch arms or there abouts], my boyfriend at the time, who was about 15 pounds lighter, but at full strength because he hadn't been dieting like a lunatic for 3 months, used his strength against me in bed and pinned me down. It was for me at the time surprisingly hot. I'd never been dominated like that before. And while I reasserted my dominance as my strength and size returned, I never forgot that experience.

In more recent years, I'm no longer the muscle stud I used to be. I don't work out any more and I'm nowhere as muscular as I used to be. Being around big, muscular guys is hot. And I find that now that my days as a dominant muscle beast are done, I'm enjoying the flip side. A friend of mine has gotten really big over the past few years and together we have gotten to exercise what for us are new roles. He's come into his own as a object of muscular attraction, and I've gotten to play the worshipper role.

For the two of us, it has been a role reversal. When I was the bodybuilder I trained him and I was the big strong one, showing off and being cocky. Now, he's the bodybuilder and I'm the fawning weakling. It is very hot.


I can't say if I enjoy one role over the other. I loved being a muscle stud, admired and worshipped by weaker men. I'm really enjoying, too, admiring and worshipping a vastly superior muscle man. The pleasures are different. But the source is, I think, the same. The mutual love of muscle: hard, huge, powerful, masculine muscle.

A Before + After

Do you recognize this youth? A mere three years ago, this was a fine and fit, Lorenzo. 14 years old and yearning to pack on some muscle. Well, he worked hard. Man, did he work hard between this picture when he weighed somewhere around 127 pounds....

...and THIS picture, where he weighs about 215 pounds, the young man has in 3 years time packed on a phenomenal 88 pounds!

I am a statistical fetishist, so pardon me for a minute while I swoon over the thought of a nearly 70% gain in weight in pure muscle.

I believe the young muscle beast is about 5'-7" tall, which means he's packing 3.2 pounds per inch of height. When he started all this, he only weighed 1.89 pounds per inch of height. At his current height/weight, he is comparable, quite favorably, with most fitness models and many amateur and professional bodybuilders. For instance, Ron Teufel, won several bodybuilding competitions at 5'-6" and 185 pounds at only 2.8 pounds per inch of height

And just because I can, I'd wager that Lorenzo's fore arms are now bigger than his biceps were 3 years ago.

This young man is to be admired for his dedication and accomplishments in the gym.

PDA: Can I Touch?

There is nothing quite like a muscle exhibitionist. Those guys with great guns and fabulous abs who aren't afraid to show their stuff. The only thing better is a muscular show off who likes to flex for his friends and/or strangers. And the only thing better than that is a muscular hunk who loves to flex for fun and feeling, those guys who invite us to touch it, "just go ahead and touch this muscle! You know you want to."

I like this shot, above, because I can only imagine what is going through the head of the smaller guy. He wants to touch that flexed muscle, he really does, but he isn't sure how far he can go. I like the tentative quality. "Oooh, it's hard!"

You've probably seen this picture of one muscle guy feeling the biceps of the physique model Marcel. I like this, because, even though you can't see Marcel's biceps, you can see how his friend can't even get his hand around it. The look on the other guy's face is a good natured, "oh, my goodness that's big. I've got a ways to go to match that!"

And this is my favorite of this bunch. It's just so evocative. The things people will get up to in the library! This studly guy is happy to flex for his friends in the school library. He's got some serious muscle and he knows it. He doesn't mind showing off in a public place. The girl is agape at the size of his biceps and his friend just can't help himself, he's got to reach out and touch that baseball sized muscle. He can't help it, even with witnesses and photographic evidence of his muscle lust, he's got to touch it. His flexing friend is happy to oblige.

This is an update. When I was writing this post, I couldn't find this image. So I posted the above and kept looking. It was worth the effort. I love this image. It's the expressions on these two guys' faces that make it so wonderful. The smaller guy's utter astonishment is priceless. He's got a pretty decent musculature himself. But his amazement on cupping his taller friend's pec is just palpable in this picture. His hand isn't big enough to cover his friend's entire pec.

And the guy in the pale blue T-shirt is both pleased and perhaps embarrassed. But you can tell he likes the attention. His little buddy has his arm around his shoulder and loving how big his pecs really are. The taller guy clearly likes showing what he's got. That shirt is tight and cut to show off that vast expanse of chest. He's got it going on and he knows it. He's dressed in a "look at me" fashion.

It looks like his friend has cornered the taller guy in the locker room, and isn't going to let him go until he's got his fill of feeling up those pecs. And by the big ass smile on the taller guy's face, that's just what he wanted. "Check me out, touch these, marvel at my size and strength, you know you want to!"