Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2024 08:52:23 -0700 From: gayD Subject: Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy Hi guy This is a story I wrote a long time ago, but I am rewriting it now and making it more detailed and longer. My outline is for 6 chapters. Here`s what we have so far. A bodybuilder uses Gold's Gym to scout for cute, tight-bodies, younger newcomers to approach and to be trained to serve him as his extreme subs. BUT, he has a particular requirement, THEY MUST BE STRAIGHT. Most of my stories are on GayTies.com because they are too extreme or non-consensual to be posted here. I love extreme. (Nevertheless, do support Nifty and donate here.) Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy Part 1 of 6 What I like best about Gold's Gym is that everyone there is serious about working out. I like that. I work out hard, and I like to be around real men. I'm not talking about straight or gay men who are really into developing their bodies, guys who are nicely toned. I am gay and not closeted, but I don't discuss it here. I'd guess almost all the others are straight. That's important to me. I like to be around a field of well-toned straight guys. You see, I prey upon them. I like to corral one of them occasionally and make them my boy toy, my sexual trainee, my bitch. But ... I am very particular about who I choose. After a long dry spell, I saw him working out. His name was Chad. Perfect. He was about five foot eight, with a nicely built but not overly muscular body. I like my fuck toys to be fit, but not more than I am. Over the past week, I'd work out near him and listen in on conversations he had with other gym members. I'd gradually build a profile and methodically planned my steps to conquer the lad. I'm patient in that way. He was a college student working at an investment firm while he studied. He was totally straight and had a girlfriend. I heard something about engagement plans in the summer. I wouldn't have it any other way. I do a lot of research on a boy before approaching him, but with Chad, I knew the first time I saw him at the gym that I had to have his ass. More than that. I had to have him crawling at my feet, a totally broken piece of boy pussy. So, I bided my time. When you are choosing a boy cunt you have to find someone who might be subconsciously submissive. Don't get me wrong. Not a wuss! I like nice, strong, sharp, intelligent young men, but guys who lean toward being socially quiet are perhaps somewhat introspective. Chad kept mostly to himself around the gym. He would not smile at other guys except the few who seemed to be his friends. Other than that, he minded his own business. My buddy owns this gym and knows what I am into, so he helped me out by providing file info on my prospective boy toy. Chad worked out later in the evening. This was great for me because the gym was pretty empty then. I looked at him in the shower several times to ensure the smooth bubble ass was as perfect as I had suspected. It was. A nice, deep crack. He had a good chest with the kind of puffy nipples that I love to turn into juicy sow tits. The bonus was that he had a full thick dick that hung over a hefty sack of nuts. Those nuts would be really fun to play with. In case you have not figured it out, I play rough, and before I was through with the young male cunt, he would be hauling heavy cement blocks across the room by his nuts alone. I liked his young, intense, sensitive face, the face of an up-and-coming businessman. Or of an up-and-coming cunt fucked cock sucking piece of boy shit! When I was ready, I approached him. I had to take a pass four evenings in a row because of other guys working out. But on the fifth day, I had my young prey to myself. He returned from showering with his towel wrapped around his trim waist. He seemed a bit shy and modest. Chad kept himself covered. He went to his row of lockers and sat down, perplexed at seeing his locker open and EMPTY. I stood nearby, totally bare-assed, my fuck meat twitching. "I broke into your locker and emptied it out," I said cheerfully. He turned to stare at me, not even certain at first that he had heard correctly. I want to say though I am very physically fit and athletic, I do have a calm, gentle voice, almost effeminate in tone and manner. That's just me. "You broke into it?" He frowned. He was a cute young fucker. I saw the muscles tense beneath his smooth skin. He had only minimal body hair and a real boyishness about him. "Well, not really. The boss here is a friend of mine, and he gave me a bolt cutter. I mean, I broke in, but with his knowledge. You're Chad. I have been wanting to talk to you for a while." He was confused, which is an excellent state for a future boy cunt to be in. "Where are my clothes, gym bag, my wallet, and shit?" he looked furious and was cuter when angry. He actually made fists. I raised one hand. "Calm down, young man, calm down. Take it easy." I smiled at him. He didn't seem intimidated by my nakedness and the casual ease with which I placed one naked foot up on the bench next to him, making my dick and fuck sack wobble. "Maybe I don't want to calm down. What the fuck is going on? Maybe I want to see the manager!" He started to move past me, and I put one hand on his smooth, naked chest. "Please, allow me to explain." He stood down. He didn't know where to look, as I was there blocking his way, totally bare-assed. "I locked your stuff in another locker for safe keeping. It's all there." He blinked at me nervously and licked his full young future cock sucker lips. "And why did you do this?" he asked with a sneer. "So that you would have to hear me out. I want to chat with you about our future relationship and make sure you hear me out." "What fucking future relationship! I don't even know you." He shifted from one wet foot to the other, and his towel slid lower on his hips, showing me a nice hard lower abdomen. In my calming, charming voice, I continued, "Well, that's the thing. You don't even know me, so will you just calm down, please, and listen to me?" I smiled my friendliest smile. He raised his hands, open palms toward me. "All right. All right. What do you want?" I broadened my smile. "That's better. Let's get along." "I repeat, what do you want?" "I want to fuck your ass." You could have cut through the silence in that locker room with a knife. The kid stared at me in silence for about fifteen seconds, but it seemed like fifteen minutes. His cute mouth hung open in disbelief. "Did you just say what I think you said?" "I said I want to fuck your ass. You have a very cute ass, and I want to shove my dick up it. I have a huge dick, and it will probably hurt like hell the first five or six times, but eventually, it should be no problem." I kept my smile. His breathing grew heavier with tension. He curled his lower lip and glowered at me. I readied myself in case he was about to take a swing at me, but he stifled his anger. "Look, buddy, you've got the wrong dude. I'm not gay. Okay?! Now give me back my clothes and let me the fuck out of here." "Oh, I know you're not gay. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were. I want one hundred percent pure virgin boy ass. I also enjoy breaking in a straight boy." "I have had enough of this shit!" he said. He was finished with me and tried to push himself around me. I threw him back against the lockers hard. I knew the metal handles and hanging locks must have hurt. He grunted and winced, and I moved in. I bitch slapped him half a dozen times, forehand and backhand. I was not gentle. His cute face swung from side to side, spit flying. I held him by the throat and slapped that cute face until my hand prints could be seen on his cheeks. Anger was replaced by terror in his eyes. "Shut the fuck up, and don't make a scene. Calm down, do you hear me?" I slapped him again. "Do you hear me?" He was whimpering now, and blood trickled from one corner of his mouth. "Nod if you hear me!" He nodded. I spun him around and sat him down on the bench. I stood over him. My dick hung above his mouth and swung in front of his face. "Chad, you will have to settle down and listen to me. All of this commotion will only hurt you. I need to talk to you." He wiped the blood off on the back of his hand and started to rise again, and I pushed him back down hard. "Sit still." "Help me, somebody help me ... " he tried to yell, but another hard slap cut him off. My buddy Rick, who runs the place, saw to it that the locker room was "temporarily" closed. Chad was crying now, pretty hard. I love to see a young man cry, especially a well-built, straight young hunk of a man. It makes my dick hard. I wanted to control my dick on this particular occasion because my fucker is pretty awesome, and I didn't want to scare the little shit too much in the beginning. I stood over him. "Take off your towel!" I ordered calmly. He looked up at me, terrified, and shook his head. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. Of course, I could reach down and rip his towel away, but I wanted him to begin to learn to obey. "Take off the fucking towel. I don't like giving orders twice." He whipped the towel off and sat there naked. My foot was up on the bench next to his thigh, and my fat dick almost hit him in the face as it swung back and forth. His mouth moved, but no sounds came out ... then finally, "Why are you doing this to me?" "I told you because I want to fuck you." "I have had enough of you, FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONG!" he yelled. We struggled again; I threw him on the floor. Then pulled him up to a standing position and bitch slapped him again. I smacked him really hard with the back of my hand, then immediately with my open palm. Back and forth. I didn't stop. A lot of his spit and a little of his blood were splattering out of his mouth. He put his hand up to signal me to stop. But I knew I needed an unconditional surrender. He tried to put both hands up, and I gave him a few easier smacks, then stopped. He started to sob as I held him by a fist full of hair on his head. "But I'm not ... I don't want you to fuck me!" I was still holding him by the hair. "That's the first thing you need to understand. What you want doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't mean fuck. From now on, it's all about what I want. You need to understand that. Now spread your legs wide. Whenever you sit from now on, you will sit with your legs spread wide and your knees pushed out to each side." He whimpered and tried to turn away, but I had him by the hair. "Do you want me to slap you some more?" He made kind of high squealing noises. "I assume that is a no. Then spread your fucking legs." He did. He does have a really beautiful cock, nice and plump. And his nuts ride low in a nice long full fuck bag. He sat there, legs spread, toes curled in terror, looking up at me. I smiled and eased myself down onto the same bench a short distance from him, straddling the bench so I could face him. "If you had just listened to me calmly, I wouldn't have had to get violent with you. Now, can we please talk like two mature adults, please?" I put a hand on his naked shoulder. I could see he thought about pulling away and decided against it. "Good boy." "Here's the deal. I find myself very attracted to you. So, I want to fuck you, but that is just the tip of the iceberg. You see, I am into heavy humiliation and degradation. This is how I get off. So, you and I will undertake a sort of training program. I am going to train you to be my own personal little fuck pig. I am going to humiliate you privately and publicly. I will fuck your ass and teach you how to suck dick. Now, listen carefully. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to understand and just do everything I tell you to. The hard way is for you to resist. Either way, I get my way in the end. It doesn't matter to me. Are you with me so far?" I smiled and gently kneaded his naked shoulder in a caring way. He pulled his legs together slightly. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, legs spread wide." I grabbed one puffy pink nipple and pinched. His eyes grew wide. Again, he tried to speak but couldn't. His legs opened wide, and his exposed dick trembled a bit. "We are going to have lots of fun together. You need to relax and accept your fate. You know, sometimes we face things we cannot fight, and we just have to accept and submit. This is one of those times for you." He shook his head. "I don't understand ... " he mumbled. "Of course, you understand. You will become my full-time fuck boy for the next few months. When I'm through with you, you can return to your life. Speaking of your life, Chad, it will change quite a bit. You see, being trained by me will be a pretty full-time occupation. Everything from what and when you eat and drink to when you shit and piss will be controlled by me. Most of the day, you will have a dick in your mouth or up your ass. Not mine all the time, goodness, even I don't have that much sexual stamina. But I want you fucked a lot, and I want you sucking lots of dick every day, so I have a bunch of guys lined up who will help us, including my buddy Rick who owns this place. 'I've ... I've got a girlfriend. I don't want to have sex with guys," he moaned, tears filling his beautiful eyes. I was gently flicking his big nipple now. "Well, that's the thing. A girlfriend will only get in the way of your concentration, not to mention that I don't want you sticking your nice big fat dick into anyone, least of all a pussy. So, the first thing you will do when you leave the gym this morning is to call your girlfriend and break up with her." "You ... you can't make me do that!" then, as he reflected on me being so pushing, he let me have it. "AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF AND GIVE ME MY CLOTHES AND GET THE FUCK A ..." Ok, again. I bitch slapped him 10 times. My hand continuously hits one side of his face open-handed and backhands the other. Back and forth, back and forth. Spit and a little bit of blood were flung out of his mouth in both directions repeatedly. He hurt more than before. He should be fucking freaked out of his mind. And again, I grabbed his neck and squeezed it, choking him as I continued to smack him back and forth and back and forth until my hand was getting really sore. He put up his hand in a type of surrender. He was trembling. He must have thought I would kill him if he did not acquiesce to my demands. I just looked at him. So cute, so terrified, so lovely. What a find! And here I was, trying to be easy, kind, reasonable, caring, and understanding. Yes, I did know he didn't want to do what I wanted, but he needed to realize he had no choice. After a brief pause, he looked at me and probably thought he should either do as I say or try to bargain his way out of it. "Why do you have to go and yell at me like that? I'm trying to be reasonable here, Chad?" I reached down to his chest and twisted his nipple until he was crumpled up over my naked chest, sobbing with pain. He tried to use his hands to stop me, but I slapped them away with my other hand. I grabbed him by the hair again and yanked his head back and to one side. That placed his face next to me and below me. I gobbed spit wads in his face four or five times. Some spit ran into his mouth and most off his face, and he started to gag. I pushed his head down onto my thigh, his nose and mouth half an inch from my thickening prick. I held his head until he calmed down and stopped squirming. "So, where were we? Oh, you will break up with your girlfriend. Then you will go to your job and quit! I can't have you working when I am trying to train you." "Quit ... quit my job? How will I live? How will I ... "I will take care of you. Don't worry. I will provide everything you need." "But my rent ... my ... " I gently pushed his face into my thigh so he could taste my skin, my sweat, my leg hair. "Chad, you are not being very adult about this. Do you want me to smack you for the next half hour?" His eyes bugged wide. "No. But ... please ..." "Chad? Don't worry. I'll take care of your rent if we decide to keep your apartment. Let's take one step at a time, huh? So, you will break up with your girlfriend, quit your job, and then you will drop out of school." He tried to jerk his head up. He was almost hysterical. "Drop out? I need to go to school. You can't make me do that. I need school! I'm about to gradu ... " The words tumbled out. "You don't need school to be a cock sucker and an ass-fucked cunt boy. I'll teach you all of that. That's what I'm here for. They'll refund your tuition for this semester. Tell them you have family problems or are sick or something. I want you to do all of this by noon tomorrow. Understand? Then, you will go to your bank, withdraw your money, and close your account. Don't worry, I don't need your money. I am quite wealthy. But I need to control your finances and your options. Then, you will go back to your place. You will take all of your clothes, every last stitch, and put them into garbage bags. Your shoes, underwear, pants, shirts... everything. Anything you wear from now on, I will provide. Then you will kneel bare-assed naked in the middle of your living room and wait for me to arrive. I will come by sometime in the afternoon or evening. You just kneel there and wait. Kneel with your legs apart. Then, we'll begin your training. Got that?" I wish you could have seen the look on his cute young face. So helpless, so vulnerable. It was like a thousand thoughts were colliding in his head. "I really like my girlfriend." he managed at last. "That's nice. Maybe she'll wait until I'm finished with you. Although, if past experience is any teacher, by the time I am finished with you, you will be a cock hungry boy sow who lives only for dick. A cum dump human toilet who gets aroused at the most perverted sick, and disgusting things imaginable. I know that seems impossible now, but give me a chance, huh? So, tell your cunt that you will be very busy for the next few months, but you will look her up in the future. That's fine with me." We froze for a moment, there in the locker room, looking into each other's eyes, and he could tell that I was stronger than him in every way. I gave him another gentle smile and shook my head from side to side. "You are going to be such a great fuck." "What if I don't do it? What if I don't do anything you say?" "Then you will be hurt very badly. You will suffer, and you will still, in the end, do what I say. You cannot beat me, Chad. But I can beat you in every form of the word. I can make you wish you were dead and then hurt you more. And then there is your family in Zanesville and your little brother..." "What?" He was suddenly alert, blinking, mouth open, nostrils twitching. God, he was cute. "My little Brother? You'd... " "I don't even want to talk about that. It's terrible to even suggest to somebody, and I don't want an awful thing like that to get in the way of our wonderful relationship. But I really wouldn't try to cross me or disobey me, or others could also suffer. Do we understand each other? I know all about your life. I know all about your family. Now, you have a busy morning ahead of you. I want you on your knees in your living room, bare-assed, with the front door unlocked by one o'clock in the afternoon. Job, girlfriend, school, bank. Got that?" I ruffled his hair and stood up. I allowed my half-hard prick to brush against his arm as I swung my leg over the bench. He pulled back. I had to chuckle. "Don't be afraid of my dick, Chad. You and my dick are going to be best friends. More than friends, lovers. More than that. You will learn to worship my cock like it's your God! Now, how about giving it a nice little kiss." "You want me to... " "Kiss my dick. Nothing too romantic. We'll get to that tomorrow afternoon. Just give it a nice little kiss on the dickhead." "I... I don't want to go against you. I really don't, but... I don't think I can do that. I really don't think I can... " he was burbling in anguish. "Don't make me angry again, Chad. Just lean in and give my cockhead a nice kiss. Make believe you're kissing your girlfriend's lips." I decided to help the boy the first time, so I put my hand on the back of his head and brought him into my fuck meat. I felt his lips against my dick, and my pecker gave a little lurch. A drop of pre-fuck appeared at the piss lips. I released his head, and he held his lips to my prick skin for a moment and then pulled back. He looked up at me. "Chad, I felt your lips on my fucker, but you didn't give it a kiss. Now you have to do it again. Now give it a nice kiss this time." He gulped and sobbed. "I DON'T WANT TO KISS A GUY'S DICK!" he pleaded. "Of course you don't, Chad. But, as I said, I am heavily into humiliation and degradation. That's all part of our fun. I mean, this is nothing, absolutely nothing to what you will be doing in the days to come. So, might as well get started. Think of your family, Chad. What's your little bro's name, Billy, right? And Billy is twelve and goes to Morton Middle school, correct? Kiss my dick, Chad!" Chad kissed my dick. He kissed his first dick. He put his heterosexual lips to dick meat for the very first time. It was a start. We had started down a road from which he would never return. He belonged to me. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? A nice little kiss on my dick. Good boy, Chad. Now, you'd better get going. You have lots to do before tomorrow afternoon. I know where your apartment is and where little bro Billy lives, so, no need to give me directions, but do leave your door unlocked. You'll need your car keys and ID for the bank and school, right? Oh, and your cell phone to call your ex-girlfriend." I reached into a nearby open locker and took out his ID and car keys. He looked around helplessly. "My clothes..." he whispered, seemingly broken already, although I knew there was much more breaking to do. "Oh yeah, your clothes. Remember, I said I would provide all your clothes from now on. So, here's what I want you to wear now and tomorrow when you quit your job, drop out of school, and go to the bank." I opened another locker and threw down to him a pair of flip-flops, a pair of tiny pink satin shorts, and a pink T-shirt that was cut off just below the nipples and also had the arms cut off. In white letters on the back of the T-shirt were the words, "I SUCK!" Chad was in shock and horror when he saw his new clothing. "You expect me to go out in public... wearing that?" he almost wailed, still frozen and staring at the clothing. "Yes, I expect you to wear whatever I tell you to wear whenever I tell you to. I expect you to do whatever I tell you to do. Now get dressed and get going, Chad. I do not like to repeat myself. I would love to fuck you here and now. Your ass looks so sweet, but I want to do this right and take one thing at a time. I must admit, I can't wait to finger your moist tight asshole, but we'll get to that tomorrow afternoon. Oh, for shit's sake, stop crying. Don't be such a baby. You can do this. You will do this. And we are going to have a great time!" With the greatest amount of emotional pain, Chad slowly, agonizingly, put on the few items I gave him. He was so cute, the way he trembled as he stumbled out of the locker room. My dick went to full mast! There was saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. God, I love this! I was so anxious. As I mentioned earlier, I had been in a dry spell for some time. It was not because I was not trying to find and corner a new boy but because I had not seen anyone I was interested in for months. I told you I was picky. And now, finally, there was Chad. I arrived at Chad's apartment at four o'clock in the afternoon, hoping he had been kneeling bare-assed in the living room since one. And the door was to be unlocked. The door was, indeed, unlocked, as I requested. That's a great sign! Sure enough, there my boy pussy was, looking apprehensively at the door as he heard it open. He was naked, on his knees. Not surprisingly, he was not looking up at me. He had his hands behind his head in a most submissive gesture. I did not tell him to do that, but at this point, he must be very concerned about "playing the game" my way ... for now. After all, I did threaten to harm his family. He was trying to signal that he was complying fully. But, of course, I am nowhere close to breaking his spirit. I knew he was planning a short-term appeasement as he plotted a way to escape my grasp. Even my requirements of no girlfriend, no job, no school, and no money ... if he did, in fact, now compiled, could all be reversed soon after his escape. Or so he thought. "Good afternoon, ASS WIPE," I said, strolling into the room. "We need to talk, Sir. There must be some way out of this. With all due respect ..." He started to babble. Obviously, he had been rehearsing all afternoon. He still thought there might be a way to talk himself out of his situation. "With all due respect, Chad, why not show some respect and kiss and lick my shoes?" The look on his face was priceless. It was as if I were speaking some foreign language. He looked at my eyes, down at my shoes, and into my face again. "What did I say about having to repeat an order, Chad? Consider everything I say an order." "Can't we, please ... please ... can't we talk about ... my brother Billy, I don't want ... I mean ... it's not fair ... " I slapped him hard. "Life's not fair, Chad. Now I want you kissing and licking my shoes in four seconds." Each time, it took less physical force to get him to comply. That was good. A very good sign. He lowered his head, stuck out his cute teenage tongue, and swiped it over my shoe tops. He made a face and coughed a few times, but my shoes were pretty clean, so he didn't really have a problem. "I said kiss and lick." he began to alternate the tongue bath with little kisses. It was adorable. I waited to see if he would also lick and kiss around the back. He did. "Good boy." At last, he felt he was finished. He knelt up, looking into my face. "Two mistakes, Chad. First, your eyes are to be on my dick at all times, not on my face. My face is for my boyfriends and girlfriends, not for my fuck hole cunt. You just focus on my dick lump. The second mistake is that I say when you are finished kissing and licking my SHOES, not SHOE. Besides, you forgot to lick and kiss the soles of the shoes." "But ... but the bottoms are ... filthy." My, such a clean little twerp. "Exactly, bright boy. The soles are filthy, so they need to be licked clean. Get to work!" I didn't help by bending or twisting my foot. He had to lie on his back, and I rested the bottom of my shoe on his face. I stood there patiently as he licked the bottoms of my shoes. He gagged more than a few times. "You are going to have to learn to control that gag reflex. If the bottom of my shoes makes you gag, think what my big fat dirty dick down your throat will do." He moaned. It was an honest moan of despair coming from his heart, and I couldn't fault him for it. He was doomed, and he knew it. He just wasn't strong enough or man enough to fight me. Most guys aren't. I'm blessed that way. It's my gift. I can control others. When I was satisfied, I sat down on the couch. "Do you have any beer in the house?" "Yeah ... " he said rather encouragingly. Perhaps he thought this meant we would have an intelligent conversation. We would, but it would be mostly one way. "Good. Crawl into the kitchen, fetch me a beer, and crawl back again." He frowned. It was the word "crawl" that weirded him out. A simple word. A simple meaning. At last, he got it, turned, and started to leave the room on all fours. "Stop! You need to learn how to crawl. Keep your back arched. Your ass and head should be the highest points on your body. Get that ass up high. That cute smooth ass is what I am mostly here for. Keep your head up, too, so your back arches nicely. Open your mouth and let your shoe-cleaning tongue hang out like a dog's. When you crawl, spread your legs more so I can see your balls swing. And make sure they swing when you crawl. It's more difficult to crawl with your legs spread, but it's much more attractive." It's not easy to crawl with your legs apart. It throws off the movement. But if you do it right and have a low-hanging scrotum, you can get a nice swing out of it. The young fuck was crying again and muttering "please, please" repeatedly. But he crawled out and returned with a can of beer a minute later. "You stupid cunt. If you crawl with the beer in your hand sideways like that, I'll spray beer all over when I open the can. Now crawl back, fetch a different beer, and hang the beer from your mouth by the plastic six-pack carrier. If you no longer have that, tie a string around the can and hang it from your mouth." He practically wailed in desperation, but he turned around and crawled back and, a few minutes later, came back with the beer can held by his mouth by a string. "You took far too long. I know this is your first day, but you have to do better than that. Now I will have to beat your ass with my belt. Stay right there down on the floor and lift your ass up. I'm going to give you five hard swats." You see the work training a new boy can be? It's not as easy as it seems and all fun and games. I slapped that belt down on his fine young ass while he screamed in pain and sobbed. He really couldn't take much. What a fucking wuss. "Keep your ass up and the noise down. You want all the neighbors to know what a faggot sissy boy you really are?" He hadn't even thought of the neighbors. He kept saying he was sorry and would do better. Damn right, he would. When his ass had been whipped five times, I sat on the couch, sipped my beer, and instructed him to kneel on the floor before me. "Legs apart, so your clit is always on display. Now, answer my questions honestly. Did you break up with your girlfriend?" He chewed his lower lip. "I ... I told her I couldn't see her for a while." "Well, that's okay. That's fine. As long as she understands that. You will not want to see her anyway, not with a stretched asshole and your face swollen from sucking so much dick. I mean, how can you date her when you stink of piss?" "You're not going to do that, are you?" He said, and then his eyes filled with tears. "Didn't I tell you I was into heavy humiliation and degradation? Of course, I'm going to do that. That's nothing compared to what I am going to do. So, I think it's best for you and her if you give the bitch a wide berth for some time. Personally, I don't think she will want you once she sees what you've become." "She loves me. She'll wait for me. We're gonna be marr ... " Just then, the door opened, and my buddy sauntered in, dropping a gym bag. He's the gym manager, built like a brick shithouse. "This is my buddy, Rick. He's going to work on your computer for a while. He will lift the names and email addresses of all your friends and shit like that. What's your username and password?" To be continued... What the fuck is this muscle-bound hunk goingto do with Chad's personal information? I mean, how far is this goingto go? Chad talked about getting married. He is definitely straight, so that's not goingto change, is it?