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Stripping Down to Nothing
by musclethief
Stripping Down to Nothingby musclethief
Stefan stood looking at his stunning reflection in the mirror of the dressing room at “Sins”, the hottest strip bar in town. He moved, flexed and admired the perfectly sculpted body, loving every contour of rock hard muscle, every inch of beautiful, flawless skin. His handsome face,framed with blond frosted hair, was content.
Stefan was the top billed stripper at the club and the number one draw. Six feet of gymbuilt body, a face from heaven and the most erotic, seductive dance routing on the circuit, filled the club night after night. And if he was a little vain about it, well, who could blame him?
Finally tearing himself away from his reflection, the musclehunk moved towards the outfit he had decided on for the evening: a full soccer outfit. He chose it specially to show off his magnificent legs, the best legs of all the dancers at the club. Quickly dressing, pulling the tight garments over his smooth muscled frame, he turned back for one last look.
Perfect, he thought as he smiled.
Stefan strutted out into the club, the crowd parting for him, reaching out for him, touching, caressing, lusting after the stunning young man. Stefan loved the attention and worked his way around the club until he reached the dancing podium. With agility, he hopped up and started grinding and gyrating to the music, his sculpted body seeming to meld with the music itself, as if his muscles were generating the pounding, erotic beat. This was part of the secret of his popularity...that and the fact that every man in the club was thinking that the dancing was for him, that the promise of sex implied in the sinuous, powerful movements was a promise to each one individually, a fantasy that Stefan worked.
Soon, off came his shirt, revealing his breathtaking torso, slick with a light coating of oil, flexing, twisting and dancing, then the shoes, the socks and finally the shorts, till Stefan was just in his jockstrap, the bulge of his oversized tool attracting the envious, hopeful starts of the men and boys dancing around the podium. All were hoping that Stefan would do what he sometimes did, shed his jock. In fact, the law didn’t allow that kind of nudity, but Stefan sometimes did it anyhow and the club happily paid the fines.
Tonight, everyone was in luck and the magnificent muscleboy stripped down to nothing, his oversized cock and balls proudly erect. A gasp and then cheers went up around the club, exciting and inviting. Stefan moved his flexing body and huge cock faster and faster to the grinding music.
Suddenly, a man appeared at the podium and stared up at the beautiful young dancer. He held out his hands, each one holding something. Stefan smiled and held out his own and wasa little surprised when the man slipped on a pair of wide golden bracelets that gleamed against Stefan’s sun bronzed skin. Stefan smiled and continued dancing,
The man reached into his pockets and pulled out two more objects and, while Stefan was gyrating and looking in the other direction, clasped matching ankle braclets around the young dancers ankles. Stefan was startled, but a look in the mirror across from the podium assured him he looked even sexier with the glittering, gleaming cuffs on his ankles and wrists. He smiled down at the man, suddenly crouched and kissed the guy.
The man was lightending fast in putting a wide collar around Stefan’s neck, completing the set of golden tribute. Stefan laughed and continued dancing.
Too soon for the crowd, Stefan’s mesmerizing dance set was over and he hopped down, strutting through the club naked, his clothes already collected and returned to his dressingroom. He seemed to thrive on the attention he attracted.
One in his dressingroom, he slipped on his thong and stared again at his reflection.
“FUCK MAN...I look incredible!!!!!”, he thought...and he did.
Stefan admired the golden ornaments, flexing and turning and loving the way they set off his golden muscles. He figured he would use them again in another show, they looked so fucking hot.
Stefan glanced at his watch, knowing his boyfriend would be along shortly. It was definately time to shower.
Stefen went to remove one of the bracelets, but could find any kind of clasp or closure. He tried the other one, but the same thing. A quick examination of the ankle cuffs told him that they too had no discernable opening.
“What the fuck??” he thought as he tried to slip them off, but they didn’t move. It was like they were moulded onto him.
Annoyed, he tried harder, but it was no use, he couldn’t get the bracelets, cuffs or collar off.
Just then, Remey, one of the other dancers came in.
“Remey, I need your help with these fucking things...I can’t get theme off!!!!” Stefan complained. Remey laughed and examined them, but also found that he could find no openings. He suggested some oil, but they were too tight to slip off, even with the oil.
It was time for Remey to dance so he left and said he would send the owner in, he might have some suggestion. Remey looked back at Stefan as he left, a smile on his face.
Stefan was seriously pissed and continued trying to get the beautiful ornaments off. Suddenly, there was a knock at hte door.
“Damn, he is early”, Stefan thought, figuring it was Brad, hsi boyfriend.
Stefan threw the door open to reveal the man who put the ornaments on him. Stefan was taken aback and then angry”
“Look, man, thanks for these things, but how the fuck do you get them off??” he demanded.
The man just laughed and said, “You don’t”.
“WHAT??”
The man came into the room and closed the door. Stefan doubled his fist and went for the guy. The man just stood there and suddenly said, “Don’t move your feet!”.
Stefan’s steps stopped abruptly as if he had stepped in cement. His legs flexed and he pumped and tried to move them, but his feet were not budging. He grabbed his ankles and pulled, his powerful torso flexing, but it was no use.
“What is giong on????” he demanded
“Put your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you otherwise”, the man commanded....and Stefan’s muscles obeyed. The man smiled as Stefan tried to struggle out of this new situation, but couldn’t.
“YOU FUCKING..” Stefan started to say but was cut off by the man saying, “Your vocal chords no longer work”. Stefan’s voice died in his throat. The young stripper was now panicking.
The man moved forward and began stroking and feeling up Stefan’s perfect body. He touched and caresseed until Stefan’s unwilling cock was rock hard. The man laughed and said, “That is too big for a boy like you...two inches is plenty!”
The swelling bulge in Stefans thong deflated and Stefan wanted to scream...he knew that his beautiful love tool, the cock he was so proud of, had just been ruined!!! .Tears flowed down his handsome face.
The man smiled and said, “Now, let’s undo all that time in the gym....u will now be stick thin!”
IN the mirror in front of him, Stefan watched as his pumped, perfect, body seemed to shrivel before his eyes, the hours in the gym erased in minutes, pecs going flat, his magnificent legs turning to sticks, his bulging biceps, back, even his gluted, shrivelling to nothing...”And you are too tall...four and half feet should do”. The man was laughing.
Stefan felt a sicking rush as he compacted, losinga foot and a half in height in seconds. He couldn’t believe it!! I COUULDN”T HAPPEN TO HIM!!!! HE WAS TALL, BUILT and HUNG....but not any more....
“Okay, Chimpface, let’s go!” And Stefan watched his handsome features melt into something that looked very much like a chimp.
The man took off the golden ornaments and crushed them into a ball of metal.
“Now, that makes the changes permanent! “ he laughed. Stefan screamed silently. The man ripped the thong off and tossed Stefan some pants and a shirt. Stefan blindly dressed, his mind unable to cope with what was happening. The man led Stefan out of the room down the hall, passing Brad, Stefan’s boyfriend. Stefan pleaded silently, but Brad just looked disguested and walked past without stopping. The man dragged Stefan away, and Stefan didn’t notice Remey, having finished his set, slip an envelope of money into the man’s hands.
Meanwhile Brad walked into the dressingroom and called out for Stefan, but there was no answer.
“Shit”, thought Brad. He wanted to tell Stefan that it was over. He was really in love with Remey. Remey had been pursuing him for ages and he finally caved in...and loved it.
All Brad found in the room was a pile of twisted metal and a thong, still warm with the heat of Stefan’s huge dick.
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
18:34 on 2006-04-14
good story
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
21:15 on 2006-04-19
Brilliant story - far too short though
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
09:07 on 2006-04-22
Love it. Please write another like it or continue this one
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
23:37 on 2006-05-03
good story so what happened afterward
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
12:14 on 2007-01-14 by CBSwap
I've always dug this story.
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
16:55 on 2008-08-26
Stories like this keep me from stripping for a living :P
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
06:28 on 2008-09-19 by toolboy
masterbatin is the same for monkeys an us boyz so he got lucky as how he can still do that enyway
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
10:31 on 2009-05-17
what a load of crap from some unfulfilled, jealous lonely person. sad indeed.
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
23:25 on 2009-11-26
Escriba su comentario aquí ...
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* Stripping Down to Nothing
20:49 on 2011-08-10
Jesse McCartney won't ever strip!! He is hiding his condemned monstrous-looking left flat foot/arch!
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