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[BhillyBitch]

“Mr. Steel, we’re ready for you,” a voice said through the dressing room door.
Derek opened the door. A crew member standing there in the hallway gasped. His eyes went wide at the sight of the Derek.
“… this way p-please S-sir.”
Derek followed, walking down the hallway in a plush white robe and white briefs Dad briefs. The crew member stopped at a door, knocked, and opened it. He motioned for Derek to enter.And Derek entered. Derek strode confidently to a bright turquoise blue stage area where the photographer was waiting along with the other model, Billy. There were a dozen men in the room manning all kinds of photo and video equipment. Billy looked up at Derek and tried to hold a game-face. But there was just no way-- no way he could act tough enough to stand up to the huge muscle God approaching.
Derek said nothing. He stood motionless, allowing the cameras to do their best in recording the moment. Then he smiled at the smaller Billy. As his smile melted away, his chest rose. A thicker than life set of pectorals and all Billy could do was stare.
The cameras suddenly started to click away.
It was an intense moment of intimidation that Billy could never have imagined coming. His eyes still locked to Derek’s glorious chest, and they were mesmerized on the hugeness, thickness and pure muscularity of the pectoral muscles. He just kept staring at the chest that hung in front of him. It was as if it was suspended in air-- floating, as it were, in front of his face. And indeed, Derek’s pecs pushed out so far-- even totally relaxed-- that his nipples nearly faced the ground, and the overhang of his pectoral plate looked like something a rock climber would have had a hard time navigating.
And that was just his chest! Derek’s deltoid and trap development made Billy depressed with envy. The shoulders that stood before him were way beyond the reach of this guy, and he knew it. 
Billy had always believed that his arms were one of his best features.
But looking at Derek’s bazookas made the guy feel faint. He found it difficult to believe how a human could possess guns so huge and well-defined the fact that it was a middle aged man blew his mind even more.
Billy’s eyes moved downward over Derek’s abs-- just amazing. Lower, to his narrow waist-- to his gargantuan legs. And then there was that freaky huge cock in his tightly whiteies.
“Billy, this is Derek,” a voice from the darkness said.
“Derek, this is Billy,” The photographer continued.
The two men shook hands: Derek, with his usual confidence; Billy, with a new-found envy. N-n-n-nice to m-meet you, Billy awkwardly blurted out clearly intimidated by the man.
They broke their handshake and looked into the lights, shading their eyes to peer into the darkness to get further instructions.
“Okay,” the photographer said, “Just start talking to each other. Get to know each other. This is a lifestyle magazine but this issue is all about muscle. Feel free to pose for each other… we’ll just start shooting now.”
“Fuck” Billy blurted out, “You’re huge! How come I haven’t seen you around before?”
The Muscle Daddy smiled. “I’m a retired business man. I just started doing this for fun.” Derek bounced his chest which caused Billy to feel majorly teased yet inferior. Billy now stands up straight trying not to be outdone sizing Derek up says “Well, I’ve been doing this a while, I could help show you it works.”
“You can?” Derek said with a slight patronizing tone.
Billy laughed uncomfortably as Derek turned his attention to a mirror.
Billy’s eyes were wide looking. Again, he stared at all of Derek’s big, bulging muscles and especially Derek’s huge visible cock outlined in his white Dad briefs. It was both long and thick even soft. Derek looked down at Billy’s own underwear and clearly saw a boner forming. The guy’s cock wasn’t huge by any means, but it was steadily thickening with every passing moment he stared at Derek’s magnificent physique.
Billy feels unprepared and caught off guard by his feelings became clearly flustered. 
Derek smiled and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s gonna be a good shoot.” Derek comforted. “It’s perfectly normal.” He raised his other hand and put it on Billy’s other shoulder.
Billy looked up into Derek’s piercing devilishly handsome eyes. God, his face was striking and masculine. Billy’s boner continued to grow.
“Okay, let’s have you give us a one-arm biceps pose, Billy,” the director said.
Billy summoned his composure and faced the lights and cameras. He lifted his right arm and flexed it. “Derek, stand behind him.”
Derek obliged, moving his huge physique behind the Billy. Billy continued to hold his flexed arm up in a tight, hard pose, occasionally lengthening it and then bending it again, causing the vein-lined muscles to bulge. His confidence was only interrupted when Derek, standing directly behind him, put his big hand on his biceps, feeling it. Billy looked back at Derek’s smirking face.
“Nice arm, champ,’ Derek smiled. “Hold that pose, man,” he said. He brought his own, massive arm up and flexed it, right behind Billy’s. His giant biceps formed a split peak that was head and shoulders higher than Billy’s, while his triceps muscle-- the size of an over-stuffed football, clearly hung inches lower than the smaller man’s triceps. The whole of Derek’s mammoth arm completely framed Billy’s arm.
Billy scoffed and lowered his arm, humiliated. Derek kept his arm flexed, and lifted his other one and flexed it as well. Billy turned and faced Derek’s unbelievable body and stared-- wide-eyed.
“Come on, buddy,” Derek smiled as he posed, “You’re supposed to be posing with me, not watching the show.”The cameras clicked and whirred as Billy watched. Finally, Billy turned around and resumed posing, although he wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as he had been, his envy couldn’t block out his sexual attraction for Derek and he found himself arching his butt out towards Derek’s crotch as an offering only to be ignored.
Side by side Derek and Billy went through the same posing routine. Pose for pose, Derek completely out-gunning Billy at every turn.
“Okay,” the director’s voice from behind the cameras interrupted, “Billy, turn and face Derek again, but this time, let us see some of your face-- just part of the side of it. Look at him, but turn your head a bit so we can see your reaction.”
Billy obeyed, reluctantly. Derek resumed posing: double bi, most-muscular, side-bi, chest, lat-spread. Then Derek tugged down on his white briefs to adjust, for a split second exposing just a bit of the trunk of his massive cock. Billy stumbled over practically fainting. Any composure or control Billy thought he could hang onto flew out the window as Billy was now in a trance, completely hypnotized, taken over by his lust for The Daddy God. Completely aware but unable to stop himself, the next thing he knew he was at Derek’s feet, after stumbling, kissing Derek’s feet. When he looked up, he was taken with Derek's monstrous bulge was with its proud owner standing over him, legs spread far apart, his hands on his hips. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, and it was causing his mouth salivate. Not only the length of it but its massive thickness intrigued him. If he wrapped both his hands around it, most of it would still be uncovered. And that huge mushroom head, so perfectly proportioned... so inviting. He wondered if he could get it all in his mouth. Looking up at the muscle God who was still posing like a pro as the photographer continued taking shots of the scene. Billy was so hot and horny, he was beside himself with one all consuming desire, to feel that monster cock in his mouth... and up his butt.
He was overcome by the sheer might, the magnetism, the raw power and energy of the muscle God and he now saw him simply as his master.
“You're incredible!" he sighed, now kneeling and feeling up Derek’s calves and quads. The dickmitized Billy’s own dick kept throbbing as it steadily continued oozing pre cum. "Simply incredible! I’m besides myself, I've never seen anyone so impressive, all powerful, so mammothly muscular. I'm overwhelmed!"
He was being sensually driven insane. Every move Derek made captivated Billy.
 "You're driving me crazy." He looked pleading at Derek as if to say... fuck me... take me and relieve this erotic wanton torture.
“Get a hold of yourself kid. We have a job to do.”Derek said while doing front lat spread. But Billy couldn’t get a hold of himself. The only thing he wanted to get a hold of was Derek’s monster cock. Derek’s cock, like all of Derek's magnificently muscled body, cast a spell of wanton lust over him. The next thing he knew he was up on his knees with both pairs of his lips stretched to the breaking point with his mouth lips deep throating Derek’s big muscle meat and his legs and spread wide opening his hungry hole. He sucked... licked the cockhead, worshiping it with his tongue...slurping up all the pre-cum that smothered it. Eagerly he began to devour this massive fuckpole, taking it farther into his horny, hungry mouth and throat, licking, sucking all the way until he had consumed the cock to the hilt. Again and again Billy swallowed the monstrous cock, licking, sucking it all the way down and back up. Ravenously licking the precum off on the pull out.. The daddy remained unfazed, still through the posing routine. His body remained rock solid ... there was no sign of any trembling. Even when Billy invaded his cum slit with the tip of his tongue Derek had no reaction. Billy continued deep throating and gagging on Derek’s huge cock in front of everyone while Derek just casually kept up his posing and the cameras kept shooting away until 20 minutes later Derek, on his own time, decided to get into it and started slapping Billy’s face hard with his big cock and started to fuck Billy’s face; making billy choke. Like a moth to a flame Billy kept returning back to Derek’s cock and didn’t stop sucking until Derek finally busted 30 minutes later, half going in Billy’s mouth and down his throat, the other half busting in Billy’s face.