Kyle Schmidt | Halloween

Kyle's voice echoed slightly from behind the closed bathroom door in his dorm room, filled with boyish excitement. "Okay, okay, almost ready! Seriously, Baby, you are going to be so excited for this costume. It's epic!" There was the sound of rustling fabric and a final grunt of effort. "Alright... drumroll please..."

The bathroom door swung open, and Kyle stepped out, striking a pose. The sight was... impressive. He was transformed into a gladiator, and the costume seemed designed purely to showcase his incredible physique. A brown leather harness strapped tightly across his massive, muscular chest, emphasizing the sheer size of his pecs and biceps. A short, pleated brown leather skirt-like garment (pteruges) barely covered his thick upper thighs, leaving his powerful legs exposed all the way down to the simple leather sandals on his feet. A rich red cape flowed dramatically from his broad shoulders, adding a touch of heroic flair.

He grinned, his usual gentle expression replaced with a playful, confident swagger. He struck another pose, flexing his enormous bicep, the leather of the harness creaking slightly with the movement. Then, with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes, he made his pecs bounce, first one, then the other, clearly proud of the effect.

"So," he said, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling tease. "What do you think, Baby?"