What kind of steroids are professional bodybuilders using before a competition?
So what do top bodybuilder’s use and how much? I’ll tell you.
Just keep in mind that this is not a “how to” or a prescription, just an honest look at what’s really being used by pros. An actual cycle is very individual and should be changed according to individual needs.
16-Week Cycle: General Usage
- Cut long esters at 6-8 weeks out and switch to short-acting compounds.
- Increase anti-estrogens as the show get closer in order to get harder and dryer. This is where a lot of people fail because of lack of knowledge on the subject.
- Testosterone should be cut anywhere between 2-4 weeks out. Some people can get away with going all the way to the show but it really depends on the person. If they’re going for a very hard and dry look, then likely they’ll cut it earlier.
- Make sure supplementation is on target during the cycle to protect your health. I use liver support supplements, Flameout, Curcumin, etc.
- Simplicity is the key; a cycle doesn’t need to be fancy. If a bodybuilder is not advanced or experienced – and most who think they are actually aren’t! – he should go with a lower dosage.
16-Week Sample Cycle: Moderate to High Dosage
This is an example of a common pro-bodybuilder cycle. It’s something I’ve done before and I do not recommend this for anyone!
1-10 Testosterone Enanthate, 750mg a week (1000-1200mg advanced)
1-10 EQ, 800mg a week (1000mg advanced)
1-10 Tren E, 600mg/week (800mg advanced)
1-8 D-Bol, 50mg every day (up to 100mg advanced)
10-16 100mg Testosterone prop EOD (100mg ED advanced)
10-16 100mg Trenbolone Acetate EOD (75-100mg ED advanced)
10-16 100mg Masteron propionate EOD (100mg ED advanced)
10-16 50mg Winstrol or Anavar ED (sometime I do both)
8-16 Start T3 at 25mcg ED and taper up as needed.
12-16 Halotestin, start at 20mg ED and increase by 10mg every week (not a good choice for those who aren’t mentally strong.)
Pharmaceutical GH 6-12 IU ED for the whole cycle (If people can afford more then the sky is the limit. I know guys who’ve gone up to 30 IU but this is rare.)
Insulin For advanced lifters only! 5-10 IU pre-workout followed by drinking Plazma right away. This is a moderate dosage, a lot of guys are using much more.
When to cut insulin is very individual and depends on conditioning, water retention and the amount of carbs the bodybuilder is eating. It could be run straight through or cut out in the weeks prior to the show and possibly reintroduced later on.
Clenbuterol is on option starting at 6-8 weeks out. Most start low, 20-40mcg.
Anti-Estrogens
Nolvadex (Tamoxifen): 20mg ED for the whole cycle, taper up if needed starting at 6 weeks out.
Arimidex for the whole cycle starting at 1mg EOD and taper up as needed from 6 weeks out.
Provironstarting at 8 weeks out at 25mg ED and taper up as the show gets closer, up to 100mg ED.
What’s it like to be a financial dominatrix?
One night, surfing Tumblr, I came across a dominatrix’s blog. I found myself really attracted to what I was reading. I thought, What would it be like to walk into a party and answer that dreaded, anxiety-filled question, “What do you do?” with the response, “I’m a professional dominatrix.”
I wasn’t ready for a dungeon, and wasn’t sure about human interaction at all. But I saw that some fin-dommes don’t even meet their pay-pigs — or human ATMs — or slaves — whatever you want to call them. So I told my boyfriend, and he was very encouraging. He’s all about going against the grain.
The first step was joining Fetlife and Collarme, websites catering to the BDSM community. They’re social networking sites with options for specific kinks. I joined all the groups related to fin-dommes. I had to create a persona. You can’t be struggling or desperate. The subs want a woman who likes to splurge, who likes bags and shoes. You need to be bossy, demand to be spoiled. So I uploaded pictures and wrote a bratty profile like, “Guess what? You work so hard on making all this money, and now I’m taking it! Just like that. How does that make you feel?”
Suddenly I had extremely wealthy, successful figures getting in touch with me. They feel enslaved by their companies; they’ve spent their whole lives making money for other people. They want to release that.
Initially, I make them fill out an application. Then I tell them to send me a “tribute,” to know that they’re serious. That’s done through PayPal or GreenDot MoneyPak. I also have a registry and a P.O. box. My wish list ranges from a memory foam mattress to a Chanel clutch. The first pig I ever had sent me a $500 Amazon card. When it arrived, I was like, “Holy shit, this is real, this is real, holy shit.” I was so giddy! My world had opened up.
Another sub wrote, “Goddess Nia, you’re a perfect 10. I want to be your pay pig.” I said, “Did I ask you to rate me on some misogynist scale? Fuck you. I want you to send me a tribute, and I want you send it in all ten-dollar bills, since I’m such a perfect ten. And I want it to be $1000.” He did it.
The first time I met a sub in person was at the Standard Grill, right around the corner was the Apple store in the meatpacking district. I said, “Before you speak, we’re going to the Apple store around the corner.” Right then and there, he bought me a new iPad with all the accessories. One sub took me to Burberry on 57th Street and bought me a trench coat, while I was all bratty about it.
Emasculation. Sissy-fication. People put in their credit-card information and call me just to have me answer and ignore them. I’ll run errands and neglect them on the phone all day.
After six months of hard work and a lot of mind-blowing propositions — from covering my rent for a year to paying to watch me eat cake and listen to my stomach digest food — I have three main pigs.
Sub-Chef is a super-successful restaurateur. He’s the only one who’s ever crossed the line sexually, because he confessed to masturbating to me. So I put his cock in a cage. Now he’s inside a chastity belt and can only masturbate one week out of the month, and that’s only if he can answer my trivia questions. Isn’t it crazy? This famous chef is walking around in a cock cage. When he failed a quiz about Arrested Development, I ordered him to write 2,000 words on the meaning of obedience and wouldn’t unlock the cage. I went to one of his restaurants and said, “My moules frites are subpar; you have to personally remake them now.” Meanwhile, the key to his cock cage is around my neck, and the waitress is watching from the corner.
Tiny Tim works in investment banking. I made him wear an anal plug to a major presentation. I watched him insert it on Skype, and he couldn’t take it out until I ordered him to.
Then there’s Guinea Pig. I literally take care of all his finances; I give him an allowance. I let him pay his rent, buy his necessities, and then I spend the rest.
I make somewhere between $3,000 and $5,000 each month. Most of it goes to student loans. One Goddess I know makes a million a year, and she was just gifted a Mercedes. But those women have been doing it forever and actually have a sexual connection. There’s nothing sexual in it for me. I’ve never been with any of them physically.
I’m rewarded in other ways. It’s therapeutic for these guys, and in a strange way, I care about them. The power that money has over these men — the fear they have over losing everything — they’re trapped by it. This is a way of getting treatment. My subs say, “I love you Goddess; I’m so in love with you, Goddess.” My answer to them is always: Good. Good job.
Someone once said, “I will pay to be your human toilet, because I feel lower than shit. Will you defecate in my mouth?” I said no. I have boundaries. Like, I won’t get into blackmailing, threatening to call someone’s wife if he doesn’t pay up. The idea of ruining a marriage is too fucked up for me, but men actually sign contracts giving fin-dommes permission to do this. The adrenaline they get over a complete loss of control — having no power over body, mind, wallet, or privacy — is the ultimate rush.
Another personal rule is I won’t bankrupt anybody. I only deal with wealthy people. Guinea Pig only makes $400,000 a year, but Sub-Chef makes more than a million.
When I first started, I wanted the money and excitement. Now I’m kind of hooked. I’ll make at least $60,000 this year, and there’s so much freedom. Not many people know about it. My family thinks I’m a nanny, and my roommates probably think I’m a shopping-addicted call girl or something. I don’t care.
My boyfriend worries that being a financial dominatrix is changing me. I come from no money — my family struggled. Now I love nice things: comfort, art, beauty, feeling good. It’s nice to feel worthy of luxury. I won’t apologize for that.
People consider being a domme sex work. And it is. There’s a certain release I’m offering, and I’m fine with that, even though nothing about this job is sexual for me. I never feel dirty. I feel fucking awesome. I’m so over placing the struggling artist on a pedestal. And I’m not hurting anyone. Well, not really.
What’s it like to be gay and in prison?
It depends on the man himself.
In CCA there was an openly gay Hispanic fellow, who I don’t believe spoke any English. The Hispanic guys doted on him. He was treated by a number of men the way you might expect they would treat a girlfriend. I saw his admirers bring him little gifts, candy purchased on commissary, the milk from their breakfast… They would save him a seat close to the TV, and made sure his laundry was tended to.
The Hispanic fellow liked to stand on the upstairs balcony where he had a direct view into the showers… Most of us thought it was funny. He seemed to think nobody noticed. There was a female guard, a petite brunette in her early twenties who did the same thing. There were a few guys who liked an audience and would make sure the merchandise was on display. I think the same guys performed for the woman and the fellow.
In federal prison we had Gay Dave, a tiny man who looked like he could’ve been a model if he could feign a little more of the machismo that magazines seem to like. He loved the attention he got and seemed to play it up. I remember saying something to him about the prison-issue blankets. His reply, in a lilting voice was, “Now, I forget… Sheet or blanket, which one goes on top?” I walked away thinking, “Can he really be that dumb?”
Oh. Duh. I got it later. I was the dumb one.
Big Gay Ken was completely different (bet you thought I was going to say Big Gay Al). Extremely bright, Ken had the most caustic wit I’ve ever encountered. He was large featured, loud, and extremely heavy. His wit was used defensively against everyone, even those he might call friends. It was entertaining in short bursts, but draining over the long haul. The dirty white boys loved to hate Ken. I suspect they were jealous of how he could verbally shrink anybody, and was never afraid to. They called him The Kangaroo because his stomach, devoid of any muscle, drooped down between his legs while he sat (and he sat a lot) . It seemed to remind them of a marsupial’s pouch. Ken, bright as he was, never got it. “Kangaroo? What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?!” he’d shout for the entire unit to hear. I say shout, but that was Ken’s normal conversational level.
We had a gay doctor. A wonderful man who was so much fun to listen to… He often taught health classes and had everyone’s respect as far as I could tell. I’d often see men come to ask him his opinion on their health concerns at chow hall. He was always smiling and helpful. He’d make sure you knew what the medical department was *supposed* to do for you.
Finally there was “Pocahontas.” She was feminine in every way that she could be, save one. Every gesture, from her walk, to the way she moved her head were those of a woman. She wore little bits of jewelry made in prison, and paid far more attention to her clothes than most. She grew her hair out as long as she could, but male pattern baldness doesn’t care how comfortable you are in your body and it will thin whatever you have. Almost everyone gave Pocahontas a wide berth.
The openly gay guys were just people like everyone else, some with more virtues than faults, some the other way around. Their individual experiences were pretty much what their personalities created.
– Jim Christmas, Four years behind bars for another man’s crime.
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