Here are the results of the recent poll, "Art? or Photos? Do you like to have drawings, morphs and 3D renders on buffmuscles.com?"

As you can see in the pie chart, the cool colors (blues and green) are the somewhat favorable answers, and the warmer colors (browns, red) are the negative responses.  

Thanks to all who participated!  [And yes, the third answer got 36% as the chart says, not 35% as the list says-- I didn't want to go back and fix the display...]

The young man looked uncomfortable as he sat in the chair across from my desk. Understandable, since many men of his physical caliber are used to being exploited and used, just because of their build. 

I tried to put him at ease by feigning attention on papers that were stacked on my desk, although it was difficult for me to do; the guy was an orgasm waiting to happen-- and it’s not like I wasn’t used to seeing muscular hunks parade through my office. I had seen em’ all: bodybuilders, models, fitness trainers-- and this guy could put them all to shame.

His golden-brown eyes glowed with life-- they didn’t sparkle, they burned. His thick neck, hugged by his dress shirt and tie, was a testament to his build-- a dead give-away to the muscle that lie beneath. His face was chiseled-- this, a testament to the low fat content of his body.

“So, what brings you to my agency…” I finally asked.

He fidgeted. I could tell he preferred working out and contest work to parading his body in front of oglers and people who get off sexually at the display of big muscles. “Well, sir,” he started, “I’ve done some bodybuilding shows and a few people have told me that I should look into modeling.”

“I see,” I replied. “Well, I think they might be right.” I looked down from his face to the barrel chest that protruded under his sports coat. The guy was huge. “But, do you think you want to jump right into this kind of modeling?” I asked.

“Well, I was told this is where the real money is,” he smiled, obviously trying to hide his nervousness.