When I saw this built stud down the local gym, I knew I had to have him - he was the biggest guy there - what a challenge!

We perved on him for a few minutes, watching his huge muscles bulging as he lifted his weights.

Bodybuilders are almost always vain as fuck, and having worked so hard on their appearances, they jump at any chance to be recognised for their efforts.

So when we told him we wanted to take his photo for the cover of 'Muscle Weekly' magazine, the gullible dumb dude simply lapped it up.

It's lucky that Ben is as stupid as he is muscular. He lets a couple of strange guys handcuff him to the ceiling and chain his feet apart, and continues to ask about the 'photoshoot' in confusion even as we tear his clothes off his body!

Once he's stark naked and we start handling his cock and balls, he suddenly realises this isn't a game anymore, and starts calling us 'sick bastards' - so I punish him with a sound flogging from nipples to nuts.

Ben tries to take it like a man, but can't hold back from grunting and moaning in pain as the whip lashes his sensitive balls and chest.

But when I feel particularly dehumanizing, a flogger just doesn't cut it - I wanted to punch the crap out of this big bastard. Jake and I repeatedly hit him in the gut so hard and fast that his face continues to contort in agony even when we stop beating him in order to mock him.

We've got this big strong fucker all strapped down and exposed over the spanking bench. He tries to clench his muscular buttocks shut against us - but with two pairs of hands, we wrench him open to get a good look at his tight straight hole.

These tough wooden bats really fucking hurt. From the very first blow, it's obvious Ben's in more pain than he's ever had to deal with before. He's screaming, he's begging, he's kicking his massive legs up and down and shaking his head around - we even have to gag him to shut him up.

As we continue to thrash him with the most painful things we can find, his arse gets redder and redder, with increasingly nasty burning welts rapidly appearing with each and every blow. When I lay into him hard and fast with the flogger, he finally breaks. Shaking and sobbing in tearful, drooling agony, when Ben can't take any more, we do him a humiliating deal...

After we gave him that harsh beating, Ben was broken - he agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to him, just to make the pain stop...

...And isn't this what every sadist would do to a man as muscular as this? What better way to take advantage of those countless hours Ben's spent toiling in the gym?

Head firmly harnessed with a bridleand gag, ankles painfully chained, Ben's begging and moaning is inarticulate as I brandish my crop and whip him into action. He slowly lumbers forward, every step punctuated with the heavy clank of chains and a deep, pained groan.
Ben's sweaty groans get even louder when Jake clambers on and proceeds to drive him through a small course of traffic cones, beating and bullying him all the while.

But when we both sit on him, the pathetic cunt only manages a few steps before his arms and legs give way and he falls to the floor with a bellow of agony as we laugh our heads off at him.