The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

The car that picked us up at the airport was kind of half limo/half van.  I’d never seen anything like it and probably just something for the super rich.  It was spacious inside, more than enough room for us five jocks sitting opposite each other in the back.  Real plush seats and just the right temperature to be comfortable.  Also some sort of aroma in the air, musky that really filled you up.  I think it helped my nerves a little, being so anxious.

Of course us guys were kind of checking each other out, bro-like being also sizing up the competition.  Jake and Mikey were short, wiry types that looked more like gymnasts than bodybuilders, but like all gymnasts they were packed. Paul was this Aryan superman type, almost impossibly handsome and built like a statue.  Carlos was my biggest threat as we were around the same height and size - mesomorph plus but in a street way and not from a laboratory.  Me and Carlos kind of grinned at each other and there was an understanding between us that dudes get sometimes in competition.  We respected each other, grooved on each other’s bodies, but also wanted to top each other in the long run.

We drove for over an hour but the windows were so tinted I couldn’t tell where we were going.  There were tunes going on some energy drinks available in the bulkhead refrig.  I was thinking this would be quite a party ride with the right girls.  Turns out I was a little wrong about that.

The sun was setting when we arrived at The Lair.  It looked like a grand house with a few side buildings, all of them in stone like some old English fortress or an old monster movie.  Entering the lobby we were greeted by a large, brutish guy who was dressed in a suit that looked very wrong on him, like a gorilla dressed as a bellboy.  He just smiled and muttered “the final parcel,” which made no sense at all.  But then another man took his place.  Slightly more refined but just as rough.

“Welcome all to the inaugural Warren Competition Weekend.  We are all thrilled to see you here and anxious to see you compete in what we hope will become an annual tradition in all natural bodybuilding.  You here tonight are the first, the pioneers in what undoubtedly be regarded as a new age of amateur contests.  We appreciate your enthusiasm and look forward to crowning our Finest.  Not a winner, mind you – but the Finest.

“As the last group to arrive I am afraid we must forego the introductory meal and festivities.  I promise this will not put you at a disadvantage.  But the first round starts in an hour and cannot be delayed.  With your permission, we will take you to the pump room right away.”

We were led through a passage to what I could figure out was one of the auxiliary buildings that probably held the gym.  I had seen pictures of Jules Warren and although he was no Schwarzenegger he had a decent built so I figured he probably spent 2 million on a gym.  I was wrong there, because the lockers were pretty common-place. In fact, they looked like a reproduction of a typical gym lockerroom.  We were just in the first of two rows of lockers and benches but I could see a showerroom towards the right.

“You can strip here,” our guide said.

“Hey Sir,” Mikey piped up. “Where’s our straps?”

There was a slight smile on his face. “Excuse me?”

We all chuckled a bit. “Um, we need posing straps to compete in,” Mikey stated the obvious.

His smile stayed on. “No, this is a natural competition. You compete naturally.  No clothing.”

Now this was the first ANY of us heard of this. And of course it sounds weird as shit. It should have been a major red flag, but for some reason I didn’t seem as upset as I should have. I’m guessing because it was all the glitz and honor, or because we had pre-competition jitters. Or the haze in the limo?

It was obvious what was up - compete naked or you went home. This was, after all, a new experience in bodybuilding. And Jules Warren did anything he wanted, right? And the more I thought about it the less strange it became. I mean, in ordinary contests you were nearly naked anyhow. In fact, pounches sometimes made you bone. And it WAS classic bodybuilding, like the Greeks or something, competing nude.

We all ended up on the stage, naked, in the keglights. Were we a bit self-conscious? Sure. Especially when we all got a look at what Jake and Mikey were sporting. The smaller dudes here had the largest cocks. They seemed incredible. In contrast, the bigger of us all looked pretty short in comparison. As if it were planned or something.

We were spaced routinely about 5’ apart across. The auditorium was small, maybe only seated 40 people, and the stage was shallow with a flooring that didn’t seem to be up to building code.  We could see 3 men in the audience. The one in the middle we all recognized even though we had never seen or heard him before. It had to be him.

“Double biceps!” boomed a voice from our side. Obediently we all took the pose and held it.

“Welcome, young men,” the shadowed form of Jules Warren said. “I have selected you personally to join me here this weekend for an adventure in Physique Competition never known before. For the next two days your superior muscular forms will be put through a series of routines designed not only to accentuate their beauty but test their endurance as well. For we all can agree that male beauty is not just sight but sweat as well, no?”

By now the lights and pose were making me sweat a bit in my pits. I wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.

“But I enjoy the sight, truly. All of you.

“But it is time for you to join your fellow contestants to begin the sports!”

And then, on cue, the stage caved in. 

On hinges, it parted like the Red Sea or something.  All five of us hit the boards and slid down about 8 feet under the stage onto some thick mats. And were instantly grabbed by men I could not see. A collar was placed around my neck. Handcuffs made of leather behind my back. This really hairy shirtless dude taking charge of me as he said “Pretty Tits” and was led into an even darker hall. Which eventually led to another room.

Where the previous dozen junior bodybuilders had already been trapped in their neck collars and chained from the ceiling, spaced 6’ apart, bound and naked.

Published: 2026-06-20, viewed 78 times.