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I have to be honest, I have this stupid fetish that I want to be the smaller one just for one night. I am a big man. I am 6’1 240lbs. Not all fat, just big and naturally strong. I get my course of action, but mostly, guys want me to show off how strong I am, lifting things, lifting people. That is all fun and all, but I want to be the one being lifted. I want to meet a guy that is taller than me, bigger than me, stronger than me. I know the chances of meeting that guy that meets those expectations is near impossible. Until last night. I was with a group of my friends at a party. Jamie, one of my friendsHe wanted me to show off for him. He came running at me and jumped into my arms. I caught him with ease. As he had his legs wrapped around my waist, I grabbed him under the armpits and started lifting him up into the air. I knew that would get him going. All the time I was doing this to Jamie, deep down I wish I could find someone that would do that to me. Neither Jamie, nor any of my other friends knew about my secret fetish. They would think that I am crazy. But as I was lifting Jamie, he saw my face. He said that he saw the sadness in my eyes and knew that something was wrong. His demeanor changed at that moment. His horseplay stopped and he had such a deep compassion on his face. “What’s the matter Seth?” “I don’t want to tell you because it’s kind of embarrassing and you wouldn’t understand.” “Try me, I can tell that something is bothering you. I promise you, I will not laugh” “Well, you know how you are always asking me to show off for you how strong I am?” “Of course, I love you showing off for me!” “I know, and I am flattered by that, but the truth is, I want to be in your shoes someday. I want to be the one that is thrown up in the air like I weigh nothing at all, but because of my size that will never happen. So I fantasize that when I am lifting you, it is actually me being lifted. I know...sounds stupid right?” “Oh love, that is not stupid at all! That is what I love most about you! Yes, I love for you to show off for me, but most of all, I love your heart. I love that you are honest with your feelings. I am sorry if I have taken that for granted, but there is someone out there that can meet your desires. We just need to figure out how to find him.” “Believe me, I have tried. I have been on every muscle, lift and carry, fetish sites to find the right guy and most of the ones I am half interested in are clear across the world or on the other side of the US. Nobody here in Colorado is able to fulfill my fantasy!” Jamie and I moved over to the fire and continued our strange conversation. I had never told another soul about my stupid fetish. But Jamie was so determined to make sure that he found someone for me, I could tell his mind was spinning. I told him I was going to get another beer and asked him if he wanted one. He said “yes”, so I left him at the fire and went to get us some beer. I also had to take a piss so I headed to the restroom first. There were a lot of people at this party so even though it was outside, it was really loud. I walked by this group of guys that were shouting and cheering on about something. I looked to see what they were cheering about and there was this giant that was showing off for the crowd. He was massive. From a distance I could tell he was tall, but I couldn’t make how tall, but his arms and chest were massive. He asked for a volunteer from the onlookers and chose a smaller guy, from what it looked like to me next to the big guy, this volunteer must have been about 5’7 about 150 maybe. But again, I was quite away back from all of the action, I could tell the little guy had some muscle though. You know that well defined muscle that are packed on a small guy. I was watching my fantasy come to life through another man. The giant had the little guy come up next to him and told him to flex for the audience. Without hesitating, little man was starting flexing and posing like he was proud of his accomplishments. The giant came up behind him and started to sniff him, as if he were playing with his dinner. He bent down and and started sniffing little man’s neck. Since the little guy only came up to the giants chest, the giant had to bend way down to sniff his neck. Well...he must have gotten tired of bending over, so he put his hands under the armpits of little man and just lifted him up so his feet were dangling 2 feet off the ground. Little man was still flexing as he was in the air. The giant just continued on sniffing different parts of his human plaything. Lifting him at different levels. I needed to piss so bad, and I was so hard by watching this show, I didn’t know if I would make it to the bathroom, but I had to try. As I was finishing my piss, the door opened and in walks little man, although he wasn’t as small as I thought. I was a little taller than him, maybe by an inch, and he probably weighed in around 200lbs. He was no little guy. He was walking as if he were drunk, he could not walk straight. What I didn’t realize is that he was not alone. In fact he was being held up by his arm by a giant hand around his bicep. They walked into the bathroom and I just stood there with my eyes and mouth wide open by what I was watching. The giant walked in and dropped his property onto the floor in a corner like he was setting down a backpack or something. “He should be fine there for a couple of hours until he comes too, but right now I need to pee like a racehorse” He said looking at me. “I gotta warn you though little guy, you better stand back, I don’t want to piss on you.” As he started pissing, I just stood there, like I was paralized by his existence. He said “You know, you are kind of cute for a little guy.” Then he winked at me! Ok, need I remind you that I am 6’1 240lbs. I am by no means “little”. But, now that I am up close and personal to this giant, let me tell you what I am looking at. Think of “The Rock” on steroids. This guy had to be mixed race with dark skin and the most beautiful set of blue eyes. He had to be at least a foot taller than me because I only came up to his chest from what I could tell. His arms had to be at least 24” and his chest...at least 60” around. But that is only a guess. He finished his job, and without putting his cock away, he turned towards me. Of course, what do I do? I look right at it. How could I not, it is only half hard and is at least 12 inches long. “Oh, I can see that you like what you see don’t you little buddy?” He walks closer to me closing the gap between us. “Did you watch the show out there?” I couldn’t respond, all I could do was look at him. “I saw you watching me. You like how big I am don’t you little guy? I know, you don’t hear that very often do you? But I need start off our relationship by setting up boundaries. I will always be the bigger one, and you will always be small compared to me...understood?” I nodded your head yes! “Good, now that we got that out of the way, I understand that you want to be the smaller one in a relationship. You want me to pick you up like you weigh nothing and show off for you. You want me to protect you from bullies? I know, you don’t have to respond because I heard your conversation you had with your friend earlier. I didn’t want to come on too strong and scare you away, so I decided to show you what I could do through someone else. I can be the man that can make all of your fantasies come true. He takes a step closer to me and I begin to back up, but there is nowhere to go. The bathroom door is behind me. He looks up and grabs a hold of the deadbolt and locks us in. “What are you doing? My friend is still out there waiting for me.” He smiles down at me, lowers his arms and starts to rub my arms. Then without warning, he grabs my arms tight and with very little effort my feet leave the ground. This giant is lifting a 240lb full grown man with just the strength of his arms. He brings me so that I am eye to eye with him. “I don’t think you Jamie will mind that you are with me. Besides, what are you going to do about it? You are my little human plaything tonight! This is just the beginning of the things I can show my new little friend. I want to make all of your fantasies come true.” Sure it is fun to show off to the little guys, like him, but the real action is when I can be a knight in shining armor for a big guy too. You want that don’t you? I know your name is Seth, but tonight you are my little man. Now, little man, I am going to challenge you tonight. Ooohhhh!! You like when I call you little man, your cock is standing at attention for me. My challenge for you is to avoid cumming until I give you permission. I can tell you want to explode, just by hearing me say your new name, but you are not to cum without my permission, is that understood little man?” I knod my head yes “Good boy, now I am going to take you out of here and we are going to my hotel room about 2 miles away, and you are going to be my little plaything. First, you are going to help me with my workout. Are you ready for that? Good, I thought you would be” From this point forward, you will not be touching the floor.” He sets me down for just a moment, goes over to the other guy in the corner picks him up and throws him over his shoulder. Then he walks over to me, bends down a little and wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me so I am dangling to his side. I am literally dangling in his arms. I cannot grab onto anything but his arm and he walks off with 2 fully grown men in his arms. I see Jamie as we walk out of the bathroom and he has this great big smile on his face and watches us as we leave the party. I am wondering where the giant’s truck is at, but he just keeps walking. “Where is your car?” Oh, I walked. I figured I need the exercise so why not walk. So now I am getting double the exercise with cardio from the walk and strength training with you as my weights! So sit back and enjoy the ride little man!”

Here I am trying to meet yet another guy on the internet dating site, and when he shows up, he is nothing like he said he was when we talked online. I guess that is the risk of online dating. I know that I have a certain person in mind when deciding if he is “the one” for me. You see, I have this fetish that not just anyone can understand. I am sure that most of you have heard of a lift and carry fetish, but most of the time when you look it up online it is a girl lifting a guy. That does not do anything for me. I am not a small guy by any means. In fact, most people would say I am larger than the average American male. I am 6’2, 235lbs, and I love to be lifted. When I tell people that, I mainly get the same response. “You should be the one doing the lifting”. Yes you are right, I am big and I am pretty strong too, not fat, just big. So you can see my dilemma. I have a specific criteria that I am looking for when it comes to dating. The guy must be confident, but not arrogant. He must be strong…very strong. I would really like for him to be taller than me, but that is not a must. Most important, he must be able and willing to lift me. I want it to be as much a turn on for him to lift me as it is for mee to be held by him. I am beginning to wonder if he is even out there, or is only in my fantasy that this can come true. As I said, I meet this guy online and he tells me he is tall, about 6’6 and 285lbs all muscle. That should have been a red flag right there, but my man parts got the best of me and I went with it. This guy before me now, is about 5’9 with shoes, and no more than 200lbs, with no muscle to show for it. I excused myself from the table to go use the restroom and try to figure out how to get out of this date without hurting his feelings. When I got back the table was empty, and my date was gone. I was shocked, but relieved at the same time. So, I sit back down and order a beer. The waiter comes over with my drink and as I offer him payment, he said “oh don’t worry about, the guy at the end of the bar just picked up your tab for you!” WHAT??? I look over and there is this guy in his late 30’s wearing an oversized hoody, and is looking right at me. He is sitting down on the stool, so I cannot see much of his lower half, but not a bad looking guy. He smiles at me and nods his head inviting me over to him. I am not really in the mood for another guy hitting on me when the last guy totally played me, but I felt drawn to go over to him. As I got closer, his features became more clear to me. He still had this oversized hoody which concealed any muscle he may have. When I approach him, it puts his hand on the stool next to him. “Did you just get hooked with another loser you met on the internet?” he asked. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him. “Well, I could tell that there was no chemistry between the two of you. When you went into the bathroom, I went over and told him you were not interested in him. He got the point and left.” I was kind of taken back by him butting into my business, but I was also somehow grateful as well. “Were you watching us the whole time?” Something was really strange with this man, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Let me just say I know who you are, and what you are looking for, and he is not the one!” He was right, but how did he know these things about me so well. I couldn’t respond, I was just frozen in place. Here is what I think you are looking for. You are a pretty big guy under normal circumstances. But you don’t want that In a relationship now is it?” I just nodded my head up and down like a child would respond to his parent when being asked a question. “…and I know that size is important to you as well. The guy must be strong…very strong. He must also be confident, but not arrogant, am I right?” How does he know this. “You don’t have to respond because I already know the answer. You see, I know that you want to feel protected, to be picked up and carried like a child.” Well I wouldn’t go that far, but I do want to be picked up and carried. “I know that you want to feel like the smaller guy for once don’t you? Again, don’t respond, I already know the answer. “What the hell is going on here” I get up out of my seat and start to back away and then I believe that my eyes were opened for the first time. The man in front of me was not sitting on a regular bar stool, but a chair that he brought up to the bar to sit in. I am still face to face with him sitting down. WTF?? The man stands up and I am now at chest level as he slowly walks towards me. I know I should run, but my feet feel like cement stuck to the floor. As he gets right in front of me, he looks down at me, puts his hands underneath my arms and lifts me first about his head, then lowers me so I am face to face with him. He is not angry, but almost see compassion in his eyes. “Just relax Blake, I am not going to hurt you. I just want to show you how it feels to be manhandled by a real man. Wait did I just call you Blake, my mistake, I didn’t mean to say that in public, I know your online name is cumliftme isn’t it?” So here I am in this giant man’s arms, well over 7ft tall, feel dangling off the ground, and he it telling me things about myself that nobody should know. How is this happening. “My name is Daniel, and I have been watching your online activity from a distance. I saw that you have the same user id for several different lift and carry websites. I knew that you were meeting this guy tonight, but he would not be what you were looking for.” Again, I was dumbfounded by what I was hearing. Blake, I don’t want you to be frightened by me. I came tonight to protect you. I want to be the man that you are looking for. I want to take care of you if you will let me. I can make all of your fantasies come true. I believe I am doing part of that right now aren’t I? You see me now as a giant of a man, but I have only just begun to show you what I can do to you and for you. When you came over here, you had no idea what you were getting into. You just saw a man that was big, but you had no clue how big until I stood up. Now look at you! I have been holding you for the past 5 minutes and I am not even straining.” I look down and I see my feet dangling two feet off of the ground. Until right now, I only lived this type of fantasy in my mind, now I am experiencing it in real life. I am being held in the arms of the man of my dreams, but even though it was obvious he has been studying me for a while now, I did not know anything about him. What if he was being nice to me until he was alone with me. Would he rape me, leave me to die? But somehow I knew that I could trust him. Daniel is looking down and sees my tent and begins to laugh. “I can see that you like me holding you don’t you?” I knew that I did not need to respond because it was obvious what the answer was. “Blake, I am not going to hurt you, I promise, and if you want to leave, I will put you down and you can go on your way, but I don’t think that is what you want me to do is it?” I nod my head in response. He walks back over to my stool and sets me on top of it. “wait here, and don’t move from this seat, I will be right back.” He walks away to use the restroom. I can’t believe what just happened. What is he planning to do with me. I knew this was my chance to run, but I couldn’t move. I was obedient and waited for his return. The wheels of my head were spinning at this point. I was beginning to think I was imagining what just happened. But then he returns. He has removed his sweatshirt and has a muscle shirt on as tight as can be. This man is huge!! His arms had to be 25” around, I have a 48” chest, and I only was only half of his. I knew he was tall when he was holding me, but damn, he was really tall. Well over 7ft tall. Along with the L&C fetish, I have a thing for smooth giant pecs. I wanted to bury my face into his at that moment. And he is still a ways off in the distance walking towards me. He walks up to me with a great big grin on his face, knowing what I was thinking. “There, I feel better now. I didn’t want you to notice my size before it was time. If you were attracted to your date, I didn’t want my physique to be a distraction. Plus, I wanted to surprise you when the time was right.” I am sitting on the bar stool, which sits up pretty high, but I still only came up to his chest. He looks down at my crotch and sees my tent. He reaches down and grabs my cock and squeezes. Not with his full strength because he said he did not want to hurt me, but in a way that made his claim on me, that I was his and his alone. “Are you ready to go?” This time, he lifts me off of the seat with just one of his gigantic arms. His smell was amazing. I knew the cologne he was wearing immediately. It was the cologne that they sell at Hollister. He must have known that about me too. I am head over heals with that smell on a man. So here I am, a fully grown man, drooped over the arm of the biggest man I have ever seen. He is walking towards the door. The bar was crowded, so people were watching us as we passed by, moving out of the way of this giant behemoth. We walk outside, I mean he walks outside with me in his arms. He stops and maneuvers to bring me to the front of him. “I want to take you back to my place, but first I thought we would go for a little walk first.” Somehow he was able to turn me around so I was facing away from him and he lifts me high above his head and places me on his shoulders. “are you comfortable up there little guy. I place my hands on his head, ruffling through his blond hair. “This is amazing up here” “I thought you might like it up there. I want to show you all of the ways I can lift you and for how long.” Daniel starts walking down the street with me on his shoulders. “I want to share with you how I found you and started to fantasize about how to lift you. It is easy to lift a little guy, there is no challenge, but there are not very many guys that are as big as you that like to be lifted. I think we were made for each other Blake.” This is only the beginning…

Hey guys, I am sorry I fell off of the radar and left you hanging for so long, but I thought I would give you another part while I finish next chapter. Also, scroll down to the bottom to see what I believe Bryson would be like. Hope you enjoy! The Hiker pt. 2 So here I am completely naked on the couch of this massive man that I just met. He has manhandled me since we laid eyes on each other, and how he pulled me to safety with just one arm. Again, I know it has been a while since part 1, but I am not a small guy. I am 6’1 230lbs. Most guys would call me intimidating. But not to Bryson. To him I am just a child. He knew immediately that his muscles made me weak. He would take advantage of that later. But first let me get back to the story. I was embarrassed by having in my pants ripped off of me. My package, hard package, completely exposed, while this giant takes a look at my wounded leg. Even while Bryson was stripping me, there was no condescending sound in his voice. It was just a statement of fact. This is the first time that I saw the wound. It was pretty bad, but not as bad as I thought. “This just needs to be cleaned up and you will be as good as new.” “Thank you Bryson. I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful that you were there when I fell.” “I think you already have thanked me son”. He looks down at my cock and then gives it a little flick with his finger. “This is all the thanks that I need!” Bryson does not look that old. It is weird that he keeps calling me son. I would say he was between 35-45 to give some way. I was not ready for what I heard next. “Bryson, you keep calling me son, but I am probably the same age or a little older than you. Don’t you think that is kind of weird?” “Well, how old do you think I am son?” He looked at me with this great big grin on his face waiting for an answer. I didn’t want to insult this giant, I felt safe around him, but I was waiting for the switch to come and he become this aggressive prick that likes to show his power by dominating the smaller guys. So, I hesitated to respond. So he answered for me. “I know this will be a shocker to you as it is with most of the men I am with, but I am 68 years old!” You probably thought I was about 40, right?” I could not say anything for a minute as I was trying to grasp how this man is 20 years older than me, is built like a bull, and doesn’t look a day over 45 max. I am 47 and I thought I was the older one in this encounter. Boy was I wrong. “I can see that you are having a difficult time accepting that is my age. You are wondering how an old man like me can have muscles like this and have the looks to go with it. You don’t have to respond because I already know the answer. I will answer you soon enough, but first I want to make sure you are taken care of, then we can get to the questions I know you are dying to ask. So how about you sit on my lap as I ice your leg. Before I had a chance to respond, he reaches down and puts his huge hands under my back and legs and lifts me once again. He stands up to his full height with me in his arms. “ Oh, you are so light in my arms son! I just want to play with you all night long.” He laughs and I can feel it all the way through my body including my cock. It went rock hard immediately in response to his powerful laugh and he saw it throb. Wow, you really are crazy about my muscles aren’t you?” You haven’t even seen the half of what I can do with you in my arms. I may have to do an arm workout with you as my weight.” It was too much for me to handle. I just show my load and it landed on his face. I tried to apologize, but he would not have it. “Do you think you are the first one that has ever cum all over my face? Not even close. In fact, you taste pretty good. I will have to come back for another drink later. “ Is this encounter for real? Or am I just dreaming? This man is a what I have only dreamed of but never would have imagined coming true. I am in the arms of a gorgeous man that is compassionate, yet confident. I feel like we were destined to be together. Before, I could even realize what I was saying I cried out “oh, Daddy!” I was horrified by what I said, but then again it felt natural the way he had been taking care of my needs. The big strong dad I always wanted but never had… To be continued...

I am a pretty big guy under normal circumstances. At 6’1 230lbs most people would say I am above average. I don’t know why, but I have always wanted to be the smaller one in a relationship. I guess it because I want to be the one taken care of, not the one in charge. Don’t get me wrong, I like my size at times. I am not a feminine man, I just know that I a man that has needs that want to be met. My dream man would be 6’5 or taller and outweigh me by at least 50 lbs. He must be masculine, not overweight, but muscular and strong as an ox. I would love to be in a bar with my man and people turn and stare at him not just because of his size, but because they notice that I am his and his alone. This is all fantasy, this would never happen in real life. Who am I kidding? What muscle giant is going to want an average guy like me? But then I met Bryson and my fantasy became reality. I live in Colorado, so I love to go hiking in the mountains. Not an overnight hike, just an afternoon stroll looking at the beauty of nature. I am not a photographer, but I love taking pictures of the scenery. I don’t know what it is, but there is something about the solitude and the fresh air that gives me joy. So here I am strolling along a narrow trail. I pass a few other hikers along the way. I give them a short greeting and allow them to pass. I am not going to lie, I am always cruising the merchandise, still hoping for that chance to at least see my dream man, even if being with him isn’t reality. I see this guy walking towards me with a day pack on his back and is shirtless. I can see he is a bigger guy far away off, as he gets closer, I get to see how big he really is. I am trying not to stare, but it is hard not to. This guy has to be at least 6’8 and solid as a rock. I move over to let him pass, and he does the same to let me pass. He gives this smile that radiates with confidence. As I walk past him, I look up and our eyes meet. His eyes are an emerald green. They almost didn’t look like they could be his real color, but they were so masculine and beautiful. I tried to say thank you, but the words could not form in my mouth. My mouth was dry and it would not shut. He looks down at me, and says “have a good day, enjoy the view.” I wanted to say “I already am” but I just walked past not saying a word. As I walk away, I look back one more time just to get another look at him. I was not expecting him to be looking back at me, but he was. He gave me a great big smile and waved goodbye. I walked about 10 steps, not paying attention to where I was going and I slipped off the narrow trail and started sliding down the slope of the hill. He saw what happened and started running towards me. I was holding onto a rock so I didn’t slide down any farther. When he got to me, he reached down and told me to grab onto his hand. I was afraid to let go of the rock, but the confidence in his voice made me feel more at ease. “you can trust me, I will not let you fall”. I grabbed for his hand and he grabbed my wrist. And there was a connection that I have never felt before. Before I knew what had happened, I was hoisted up to safety. This giant man, lifted my body with one arm like I weighed nothing at all. After knew I was safe, then the emotions started flowing. I was shaking and scared. I started crying. I felt like such a baby. Here I am a grown man crying in front of this giant like a baby. I was expecting my emotions to make him feel uncomfortable, but his response was exact opposite. We were both still on the ground and he wrapped his arms around me and set me down on his lap. “it’s ok, you are safe now”. He let took that back of my head and lead me to his chest. It was so intimate. I felt like I have known this man my entire life, and I didn’t even know his name. I just cried in his arms for a few more minutes. Then I regained my composure. Then something else happened. After I calmed down, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline, but I did not even notice that my leg severely injured. My pants were soaked with blood. I must have hit that rock harder than I thought I did. I thought I could get up, but the pain was so intense that I went right back down into his lap. “My name is Bryson, what is your name son?” I was not expecting to be called “son”, but I kind of liked it. “name is Nathan” “Well Nathan, nice to meet you. Let me take care of this wound for you. I am a nurse and I have all the things we need at my place. My car is at the trailhead about a mile away. I will carry you there.” I didn’t know how to respond. “Bryson, I weigh 230lbs, I am not a small guy. Are you sure I won’t be too heavy for you?” He smiled at me and stood up with me in his arms. I can curl almost 300 lbs, I could carry you all day long”. His confidence made me instantly hard and it showed. “I can see that you like that idea don’t you?” Again, he left me speechless. Bryson didn’t waste any time and started walking down to trail with me cradled in his arms. “wrap your arms around my neck Nathan and enjoy the ride”. At times he would adjust me by throwing me up and catching me at a higher level. I don’t think he was getting tired, I think he was playing with me, literally! We got to his truck, a Ford F-150 with a lift so it was high off the ground. He went over to the passenger side and set me down for a minute, still supporting me with one arm so most of my weight was resting in his one arm. He opened the door and lifted me into the passenger seat. I thought he was going to fasten my seatbelt as well, but he just reach and handed it to me to snap into place. He closed the door and went around to the drivers side and got it. We went down the mountain and turned onto this winding dirt road until we came to this huge log cabin in the middle of nowhere. “Welcome to my home Nathan, I hope you feel welcome here”. He then got out of the truck and walked over to my side, opened the door and scooped me up into his arms again. This guy is amazing. He is not cocky at all. He is just compassionate and caring. He carries me into his house and sets me down on this really long couch. “let me go get my kit.” and he heads into the bathroom. I take this time to adjust my package. Bryson returns with what looked like a small red toolbox with he red cross on it. “let me take care of this for you.” Before I knew it, he started tearing off my pants starting from the waist and with one pull my pants were shredded in two. “You won’t be needing these later anyway.” He said with a grin that made his green eyes sparkle. To be continued…

Sorry it has been so long to pick up where I left off...there is not a lot in this one, but the rest should be coming out this week. Again, thank you for your feedback... Daniel is walking with me in his arms to his place. I don’t even know where he lives, and my car is still at the bar. At this point, I don’t even care. All I know is that I am with the man of my dreams and I never want this night to end. But I have a feeling it is just getting started. I haven’t seen nothing yet. When we get to his door, which is the third story of an apartment building, he shifts over to one arm and grabs the keys from his pocket to unlock the door. He looks over to me, gently kisses me on my lips and asked “are you ready for the night of your life Blake?” “Can it get any better than it already has?” “I think I can make that happen.” The door opened, and he walks us in. His apartment is an open studio. It a beautiful view of the city, and one wall is covered with a floor to ceiling mirror at least 10 feet long. What a sight to see a fully-grown man look so small in the arms of a giant. It was surreal. He takes me over to the mirror and has this great big grin on his face as he looks at us and how small I look compared to him. “Do you like my mirror? I think we will have some fun with it tonight…what do you think?” I had no words to say at that moment. He shifts me again and grabs me underneath my arms and starts lift me up and down again. “Look how small my boy is next to me…I could lift you like this all night long. Would you like that Blake? Don’t respond because I already know you would.” He just laughs, walks us over to his bed and puts me down. He bends over and kisses me once again. “So, you know that I will never hurt you right? I will always protect you, so I am asking that you trust me in this, but while you are with me, you are to be completely naked. I got scared, but again, I knew that I was safe. He started by taking off my shoes and removing my socks. Then he lifted my shirt over my head. I thought he was going to undue my pants, but he had other plans. He reached down to my waist and grabbed my belt and lifted me off the bed. He slowly started curling my 230lb body like I was a 100lb kid. He brought me face to face with him. He kissed me, while using his other hand to undue my jeans. I moaned with excitement. “I thought you might like that son.” He continued to strip me naked and set me back on the bed. Did he just call me son? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that at first seeing that we were probably close to the same age. I am 45 so he cannot be older than me and have a body like that. I felt bold enough to ask him his age. He looked at me with this great big grin on his face. How old do you think I am?” “I don’t know, between 40 and 45 maybe tops. You can’t be any older than I am and I am 45. He blurts out with laughter, “Son, I am old enough to be your father. I am 68 years old.” “Shut the fuck up” I am standing in front of a real life muscle daddy!! “you don’t look a day over 40 sir.” Thank you little guy, I like to hear that. I don’t feel older than 30 actually. I have been in the gym longer than you have been alive my son”. As I have gotten older, I never thought I would have the chance to be some muscle daddy’s son. Most muscle daddy’s online are in their forties, not having son’s in their forties. This is my lucky day in several different ways. Daniel once again lifts me up and sets me on his lap as he sits on the bed. I get to lay my head on his chest again. This time he bounces his pecs and my head starts to get whiplash, so he puts one hand on my cheeks and pushes my head into his chest, while his free hand grabs my package. I don’t have a small dick, but in his hand, it feels tiny. I just about came right then and there, but I wanted to savor our time together. I feel so inferior in every way to this muscle daddy. “I told you, that I want all of your fantasies to come true tonight. You want to be the protected one. I will do that and so much more that you wouldn’t even expect. But first, help me get undressed son…”

The Internet Stalker pt 2 So here I am on the shoulders of the biggest man I have ever met. Holding a full sized man bigger than most other men in most circumstances. I know that I mentioned earlier that I did not want to feel like a child, but with Daniel, that is exactly how I felt. I felt safe around him. I can’t imagine being away from him from this point forward. Other than him stalking me online, there is nothing that is proves to me that I cannot trust him. He has been nothing but kind to me. “Alright Blake, I think it is time for you and me to have a little talk.” He reaches up and grabs me under the arms and lifts me off of his shoulders and brings me into a cradle carry. He walks us over to a bench and sits down. He places me on his lap and looks at me in the eyes. “I am sure you have a lot of questions don’t you?” “To say the least!” “first of all, you really have a fetish for being lifted and carried don’t you?” He chuckles so hard that it vibrates throughout my body. “Don’t respond because again, I already know the answer. I felt it on my shoulders.” I was shaking at this point. He could sense my fear and he wrapped his arms around me and drew me closer to him, laying my head against his chest. “Blake, there is nothing to fear with me, but you have to trust me on this. There is a reason I was watching over you on the internet. There are a lot of dangerous people out there that do want to bring you harm. They want to take advantage of your vulnerability. It only takes one time for you to hook up with a man of your fantasy that can be out to harm you. That the guy at the bar for example. He is nothing that he said he was.” “Are you telling me you know about someone that wants to harm me in some way?” “What I am saying is that you cannot trust every person you meet on the internet. People can be who they want to be to seduce others to get what they want. I have read your posts and it is nothing like others that I have read before. I can see that with every post you write, it is about wanting to be protected, to feel safe. The places that you have been searching for that protection is far from that. I have seen it over and over again.” Daniel sounded genuine in his concern for me. I did feel protected by him. I wanted to be in his embrace. I loved laying my head on his chest and feeling his heart beat. To feel that chiseled chest. I put my hand on his bicep and it was like granite. If anyone was out to hurt me, I knew that I was safe with him. Nobody would get past him to me. “As I said before, let me be your protection. I will never let anyone hurt you again whether it be emotionally or physically. I have never felt this strongly about anything or anyone in my entire life.” I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes. He showed nothing but compassion in his eyes. In fact, there were tears that were forming. How could a huge man like Daniel have such a tenderness about him? “Why me? Why did you choose me out of all of the other men that are searching for the same thing that I am? I know I am not alone out there. So what makes me so different than any other man that you have gone out of your way to protect me?” Blake, I have read posts from other men that are into the whole lift & carry scene, but you are different. It was not just about the sex for you. Yes, the sex is part of it, but you want so much more than that. You want a connection that will be hard to find on these sites. Yes, you can fantasize about it, live in your dream world, but I know that sex is not your main focus, but that does not mean that the other man is on the same page. They are out for the sex, and they will do whatever it takes to get that. Even if it becomes violent to get it. I have seen it before. I have been that man before, but I have changed, and I want to protect you from men like the former me.” I was afraid for the first time since our encounter at the bar. Was he trying to seduce me into going home with him so he could take advantage of me? How could I trust him now? He said he was just like the men he was describing. What brought the change? Why was he acting so different now? Even as I was afraid, I still felt like I could trust what he was saying was the truth. “So what happened that made you change?” “Well, I had an encounter with a man your size, where he was searching for the same security you are searching for now, but instead of protecting him, I took advantage of him to meet my own needs. I wanted to feel superior to him, and I was in a way, but when I actually looked into his eyes, truly looked into his eyes, I saw his fear that I was causing him. Something snapped in me and I let him go. I told him I was sorry, but the damage was done. He ran out of my place crying. I will never forget the look in his eyes. I made a vow to never allow another man fear me like he did. Instead, I wanted to protect him or whoever I came into contact with in the future. Daniel was full of tears now, and I could see the sign of regret he felt in his heart for what he had done. “Blake, it is one thing to protect a little guy because they cannot always defend themselves, but guys your size are often neglected from the same safety and protection. I want to be that for you. I want to meet your every fantasy. I want to be the man that you have always dreamed of. Believe me, I have learned that this new me is more turned on as a protected than I ever felt as a predator. Blake, will you trust me?” Still looking into his eyes, I said “I don’t know why I feel safe with you, but I know that I can trust you. I have never felt more cared for or protected. You are right, part of my fetish is to be in the arms of a man that I can feel protected by, but with my size, I have found that most guys want me to protect them, not the other way around. And the guys that are bigger than me, are not into the bigger guys, but the smaller ones so they can feel more superior in some way. I never though in my wildest dreams that I would meet a man like you!” With a smile in his eyes, he stood up with me still in his arms, he starts to walk again. “Good, now let me help your fantasies come true. Let me take you to my place so we can continue to get to know each other. I am even stronger than I look right now. I can lift you in any way you want. Let’s start now, how would you like for me to carry you home? Over my shoulder, back on my shoulders, let me curl you all the way home! You just tell me what you want and I will do it. Just to prove to you, let me try something to give you a glimps of what I can do.” With that, he grabs me and flips me upside down, holding my by my ankles, he lifts me up so his mouth is level with my cock. “holding you by your ankles is the hardest lift for most guys to do, but not for me. This is actually pretty easy for me.” Then he literally swung me so that I did a flip and he caught me right side up under my arms. He was holding me at arms length now. “I can’t wait to show you more Blake, but remember, I will never hurt you…” I was ready for the best night of my life…

Thank you all for your encouragement. After reading stories for all these years from @Londonboy, @Reeza, and @Liftme, I thought it was time to try myself. Thanks you for all of your encouragement while writing this story. Maybe I will continue with the works of Big Tyler in the future, but I just want you all to enjoy this final journey... Tyler walks up behind me and says “the best is yet to cum.” Kyle looks down at us and smiles. “Look how cute you two are, going to town on your daddy’s man tits. You boys like that don’t you? He bends down, placed a hand under each of our asses and up we go into his arms again. Kyle wa definitely more aggressive than his brother, but there was still a gentleness about him as well, but I couldn’t figure it out. Kyle looked back and forth between the two of us as said, “My brother Tyler and I, we do everything together. We always have. I guess that is part of being a twin. We know what each other wants. When we found you two on the interenet, we both knew we had to have you.” Under normal circumstances, “had to have you” would not put up a red flag in my mind, but with these two gentle giants, I knew that they meant that they owned us now. We were not there slaves like our needs didn’t matter to them, but more like their little pets. I spoke up and repeated “had to have us?” Tyler walked up from behind us, I could feel his warmth on my neck. He reaches for my waist and with just the strength of his biceps, He pulled me away from his brother and with one easy jerk, he spun me around so that I am facing him. He lowers me, letting my cock rub down his chest, He paused flexed his pecs and my cocked got lost in the crevis. He used my body to move me back and forth, my cock trapped, I let out a scream that sounded like 2 pitches higher than my regular voice. Tyler laughed with excitement. He stopped because he knew that I was about to cum with all that has happened in the past hour. Everything that Tyler was doing to me, Kyle was doing to Evan, although Kyle was being more aggressive with Evan, because that is what Evan wanted. Kyle put me down on the ground and led my head to his left man tit. Kyle did the same with Evan. Tyler and Kyle back up away from us and start stripping for us, taking off their jeans, revealing their 12” package. Evan and I were fixated on these mountains of muscles. Kyle walks toward the other bed that was in the room. There were two workout belts, and some rope. Kyle grabs the workout belts and walks over to us and tells us to put them on. Once they are on, Kyle sits on the edge of the bed and welcomes of us over to him. “Ready to go for another ride?” He grabs out belts and before we could respond, he stands up and takes us up with him. “Little brother, we are going to get a good workout with our boys don’t you think? He starts to curl our bodies, one at a time, first me then Evan. We are his human weights. Once he was done with his reps, he moved out of the way and Tyler did the same thing with us. Back and forth we went between these two muscle giants as they did shoulder presses, bench presses, preacher curls, you name it, they did it. One of my favorite ones were I think were called shoulder extensions. But Tyler had us lie down on the floor, one on each side, grabbed out belts and started lifting us so our bodies were way out to his sides. I felt like I was Superman. It was amazing. When he put us down, the two of them took off out belts and had us face each other. They put the hands in between their legs, and lifted us onto each of their biceps. They started flexing and our bodies went up and downl, rubbing our cocks along their mighty forearm. They leaned Evan and I together as Tyler said, “you guys are going to spend a lot of time together, so recommend you get to know each other. They forced our lips to touch, Evan did not take any time to force his tongue into my mouth. I could tell he was trying to find his place in the pecking order between us. For me all that mattered was that I was Tyler’s little boy. “are you guys ready to cum?” Evan and I were speechless and beyond ready. Tyler said, “so I want to prepare you son, this is going to hurt, but you have to trust me, it will be worth it.” With that he turns me around so I am facing away from him, he wraps his arm around my waist and places me on the tip of his 15inch cock. “are you ready?” He starts slowly inserting his cock into my ass. Once he knows it is in, he lowers me with more force so his cock is fully inside of me. I let out a scream, the pain was beyond words, but then it was done. Then felt complete, like my ass was made for his cock like a glove. Kyle did the same with Evan. They walked towards each other, Evan and I just there for the ride. They have our bodies positioned so our cocks were is each other mouth. You boys have fun with each other, but do not cum until we tell you to, is that understood?”. And whatever you do, don’t let go of each others cock. Our mouths were full so we could not say anything so all we could do was moan in agreement. The two giant brothers start thrusting us back and forth on their cocks. Evan and I sucking away on each others cocks. This went on for 15 minutes, each thrust getting more intense, I had to cum, but I remember their command. So I didn’t. Finally it was time, Tyler said ok boys, let it go. I was able to lose control and that is what I did, that is what Evan did, that is what Kyle did, and that is what Tyler did. We all came at once. I could not hold all of Evans in my mouth, it started spilling out the sides. I didn’t think my orgasm was going to stop. I could feel the leakage from my ass as Tyler was still coming. My body was so hot, growing with intensity as his seed filled the inside of me. Once the twins knew that we were done, they walked over to the 2 beds and sat down. Not even removing their cock from us. Kyle held his boy in his arm, and put his mouth to his ear. “That’s my boy! Did you enjoy that?” Evan just layed his head back into Kyle’s chest and took a deep breath, smiled and enjoyed the arms of his big daddy’s arms around him. He was in ‘Daddy Extasy”. Kyle placed one of his giant hands over Evan’s and whispered into his ear “Yeah boy; this is mine and mine alone now…I know I don’t have to explain that to you because you want nothing else than to please me. We are going to have an amazing life together.” Tyler did the same thing to me, he walked us over to the edge of the bed, and he sat down, with his cock still inside me. He wrapped his arm around my chest with such gentleness that I just melted into his chest. There is no other place I would rather be than in my daddy’s arms. Tyler grabs my waist, twists me around, so I am facing him, still inside me. He puts his hands on both cheeks and looks down at me with a huge smile. “my son, I want to be your protector, your lover and your friend. I never want you to need for anything ever again. We are bound together from this day forward.” I felt like Tyler was saying his weddings vows to me. He looks down and places his hand on my throbbing cock and says to me “This is mine and mine alone…I am your muscle daddy .forever.” Kyle and Tyler stood up, taking both Evan and I with them. Kyle spoke saying “I think it is time for us all to get cleaned up and head for dinner. Evan and I are going to take a shower here. Tyler, why don’t you take Chip and get a shower in your room and we will meet in the lobby in an hour. Tyler agreed, but how are we getting back to our room, we are completely naked. Tyler grabs his jeans and puts them on, so my ass is still showing, but mostly covered up. He grabs one of the blankets from the bed and wraps it around me. He has me lay my head on his chest, and he walks out the door. I can feel his heartbeat. Then I can feel mine, and I realize that at that moment our hearts were beating as one. When we got back to the hotel room, Tyler finally lifted me off of his cock and placed me on the bed. He looked at me with those gentle eyes and said: “My son, this is the first day of the rest of our lives together.” I knew that my life would never be the same again, and I would lose my old identity, and submit to the new title as “Tyler’s human plaything.”