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.