Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 05:21:10 -0700 From: gayD Subject: Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy, Chapter 3 Hi guys, Thanks for your comments, they're special. You have given me some great ideas. I'll soon post some photos of Chad on GayTies.com (as soon as I get permission) so you can see what he looks like. If I forget, please remind me. So, Chad has puked up his cereal. That's quite an insult. I mean, if you puked up YOUR piss-soak food, you'd expect to be punished, right? Well... there you go. Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy Part 3 of 6 "Bad boy. Now, look at what you have done. You have vomited on your nice, clean kitchen floor. How rude! Chad? Rick didn't have to give you his piss on your cereal. But he did. It was so kind of him. Now you will have to lick up all your puke!" He lifted his head to look at me with sad, weary eyes. "Please ... " He slowly shook his head no. His mouth moved, but no other words came out. "No? Did you shake your head, no? Are you still refusing orders after all I have been through with you today?" I was out of the chair in an instant. I grabbed a wooden cooking spoon out of a container on the counter. Rick was right with me. We can't stand uppity little cunt boys. We expect any boy with whom we work to obey instantly and completely. Rick kicked Chad over onto his back on the kitchen floor. Then he knelt down and forced the kid's thighs apart. I took the wooden spoon and thwacked the boy hard in the scrotum. You could hear not only the splat of the wood against the scrotum skin but also the thud of the spoon actually hitting the nuts. Chad went wild. He threw himself in pain, and Rick had everything he could do to hold the little twat still. "WHYYYYY?!" He howled in torment, twisting on the linoleum. However, since I had already addressed that issue several times, I didn't feel the need to answer. I smacked his beautiful, full young nuts again, watching the eggs dance in their skin sack. The boy's toes curled, and his legs tightened with tension. He threw his head from side to side. "You brought this on yourself. Do you understand, Chad? You will never say no to anything I tell you to do! Do you understand that?" "Yes, yes, Oh God, yes. Please stop. Please STOP!" He lay on the floor in a mess and in tears. "Well, crawl on up and lick up your puke! Rick and I are waiting." He struggled to his hands and knees again, and like an animal, he lowered his head and began to lap at his own vomit. "That a boy. Ass up, legs spread a bit. Your balls are swollen now and look really nice. After you finish the puke, you may eat your cereal. I am sorry that the taste of the cereal may be spoiled a bit by the vomit flavor in your mouth, but it's your own fault." Chad lapped up his puke and finished the cereal, too. This time, it all stayed down, which proves that a boy can do more than he thinks he can if he puts his mind to it. I always tell boys that, but they seldom believe me. I found a chocolate chip cookie and placed it on a plate. "Okay, now, you are doing a good job. So, I have a little reward for you. All of this activity has made my dick leak pre-fuck pretty badly. I leak a lot naturally, Chad. You will discover that. One of your jobs will be licking up the leak from my dick. But for now, Rick and I will give this cookie a nice pre-cum frosting for you. Don't think I'm crazy. We're not just fooling around here, although it is fun. I want you to get used to the taste of our cock leak. Lots of dudes I know train their girlfriends this way. They get the bitches used to the taste of dick sauce by putting it on and in their food." We had enough pre-fuck to give the top of the cookie a glistening, slimy frosting. I smiled as I presented the plate to Chad. "Here you are, baby. I hope you have no hard feelings about the nut beating. I don't like to hurt you. I want us to only have good times together. Now eat your cookie." He took the cookie and looked at it like a recently orphaned child. Then he looked up into my eyes with a pathetic puppy dog look. "What do you say, Chad?" "Thank you." he barely whispered. "Thank you, what?" I gently asked, enjoying his corn flake and piss-smeared face. "Thank you, Sir," he said louder. I patted his head. "It's got some of Rick's fuck slop on it too." He turned his head toward Rick as if it were painful to do so. "Thank you, Sir," he said to Rick. "You're quite welcome, Chad!" Rick said, "But your main respect and obedience goes to Brock." There is an inherent thrill for a male to break another male. You see it in sports competitions, certainly in war, and even in business. You see it in college fraternity rituals and activities. Guys naturally love to degrade other guys. To see them lose. It's part of our untamed nature. "Now, Chad, you may go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Take a shower. You may remove the dildo to clean up inside your asshole. Get yourself real clean inside because you are going to get fucked." He whimpered. "Oh, don't be such a baby. Little boys get fucked all the time without making the fuss you're making. After you are clean, inside and out, replace the rubber dick in your ass. Push it all the way in until your ass lips grab the base. It should stay in place by itself. Then, make sure to brush your teeth and gargle. We'll be waiting for you, so don't take forever." Forty minutes later, Chad stood before us with a towel around his waist, spic, and span. "What the fuck are you doing with that towel on? You are to be totally bare-assed naked with us at all times unless told differently." "Sorry, it was just habit," he said, sort of like a frightened animal. He dropped the towel. "That's all right, Chad, I understand. We all have old bad habits we need to break." I ran a hand down his shoulder to his pec and played with one of his tits. He closed his eyes but didn't move. He was slowly learning. "He's got good titty potential, don't you think, Rick? "I think we should give him some titty implants, beef up those udders a bit." "A good exercise regime can do that. We're going to the gym now, Chad. Rick has some buddies of ours meeting us there." "But... My clothes ... Sir. My clothes are all in plastic bags. I need..." "Oh, I know. I haven't forgotten. Rick brought something for you to wear. As I told you, we will select all your clothes from now on. You don't have a flattering sense of taste. Here." I threw down a light green string thing onto the floor in front of him. His confused boyish look really gave my dick a lurch. "What is that, Sir?" "That's your clothing, dumb shit! That's what you're wearing to the gym." This gadget had to be seen to be believed. "It's also called a mankini." Two spaghetti-thin straps went over the shoulder and down into the ass crack. These thin straps were connected to a very, very tiny prick pouch. The pouch was so small and hung so low that it revealed his dick root. It was barely acceptable anywhere and totally obscene in most places. Chad was about to protest that he couldn't wear such a humiliating, obscene ... thing. But I raised one hand threateningly, and he shut up. Well, he made a moaning sound and picked up the thong. It really was outrageously lewd. Chad slipped into it. The pouch was so small that if he moved wrong, his nuts showed or his dick root or both. Too bad he was so nicely endowed. It made wearing the garment worse. Well, how embarrassed could he feel wearing it? After all, he had a huge rubber dildo up his ass, and since the thong had nothing in the rear except string, the ass plug clearly showed! As had put on the sting thing. Rick was working on the front door knob. He fucking removed it. "Oh Rick, look. So much of Chad's prick and ball hair shows. That is truly unsightly. Why not pop into the bathroom and fetch a razor. Let's just trim that a bit." Chad screwed up his cute face. "Oh Please ... " I smiled. "Don't worry, we'll get you looking real good! Can't have curly prick hair sticking out the side of your thong pouch, now can we?" Our poor little college freshman was getting a work over, and the fun was just starting. We got his prick patch cleaned up. We didn't shave him entirely down there yet. We wanted to save that fun for later. Then I was about to toss him a pair of flip-flops, but why ruin his overall sense of nakedness. "Okay, pal, let's go to the gym." I opened the door and went into the hall of Chad's apartment. Some teenage boys were hanging around down the stairs on the next landing. I knew this would be fun. "Chad, come on, we'll be late." He slowly edged into the hallway, looking obscene. He could hardly walk with the dick plug up his ass, so his gait was stiff and awkward. When he moved wrong, the stem of his dick was revealed at the top of the pouch, or his ball skin became visible out the pouch bottom. Oh, so perfect! Still, he was "covered," so there was nothing illegal about him. "Do I have to wear this?" He asked with a pleading look when he heard the voices of the teenage boys below us. "FUCK! They know me!" "Yes, Chad, you have to. Now come on." I walked in front of Chad, and Rick followed him. You should have heard the screams of delight from the four teenage boys when they saw this almost totally naked college dude in only a string thong. "Jesus, Christ, Chad, what the fuck are you doing?" One cute kid of about fifteen shouted. The others slapped their thighs in hysterics and busted a gut laughing. "We never knew you were a faggot ... " One boy said, jumping out of the way in case Chad or Rick, or I took a swing at him. "I always knew he was a fag, because he always looked at my bulge." Another boy shouted, squealing with laughter in a way only boys of that age can, half boy, half little girl voice. "Now, we know where to go for free blow jobs." The first boy said with scorn as if he were disappointed in Chad. Perhaps he had idolized him before. Well, no more. We continued down the hall and down the stairs. Chad was crying again, tears running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. "Holy Christ, look at this. He's got a rubber dick up his ass!" The boys all scrambled to see. Neither Rick nor I tried to stop them. "That is the sickest thing I ever saw! I'm gonna report him to the manager. We don't want some twisted faggot cock sucker in our building." Chad turned. His jaw worked. His eyes were filled with tears. "I'm ... I'm ... not ... " "CHAD!" I barked. Then I turned to the boy. "Look, boys, my name is Brock, and you guys might actually want a cock sucker in the building. Imagine getting your dicks sucked whenever you please. From now on, his door will always be unlocked. Actually," I had to chuckle, "We just removed his door knob. You guys, and anyone else who wants to use his ass hole or mouth hole, can just walk in. great, huh?" "Oh wow! Thank you, Mr. Broch!" one of the boys said. "Yeah, all you got to do is go right in, say, 'Open up, Faggot,' and he'll suck your dicks for you. Any time, night or day. Totally free. Can't you get a better deal than that? My buddy and I are totally straight, but we use the faggot to suck dick. We also love to have fun with him, like making him dress really faggy like this. You might want to have fun with him, too." "Could we? Could we do nasty shit to him, Brock?" The 15-year-old said with a spark in his eye. I knew he had natural talent. "Of course, but if you tell management, you'll lose your faggot. So, hush on that. OK?" I continued, "No one will stop you. Certainly, not the fucking faggot here. If he doesn't do everything you tell him to, report it to me, and we'll take care of him. We'll be around a lot for a while, so you feel free to tell us if he misbehaves. A boy of about thirteen frowned. "What do we get him to do?" Another boy kicked his buddy playfully. "Sick shit, ass wipe! We can make him eat garbage and clean our jock straps with his mouth." "That's the idea, boys. You just be as creative as you can. And don't go too easy on him. Faggots need a good punch or kick every now and then. We had to slap his balls a little while ago to get him to drink our piss." You should have seen the wide eyes the boys made. "Drink your piss! Holy shit, that is fucking gross." The boys were looking at one another like it was fucking Christmas morning. "Oh yeah, he'll drink all your piss anytime you want. Your other friends' piss too. Get a gang to come over and use him as a toilet." "Brock, you got to be kidding." the cute 15-year-old with the twinkle in his eye said. I stopped and turned. "No, I am not kidding at all. Any of your dudes need to take a leak?" "Please ... " Chad whined. "Yeah, I got to pee!" said the 15-year-old. He seemed the bravest of the bunch. "You heard the man, Chad. Kneel down and open your mouth." "Please, sir, not here, in public?" Chad pleaded but continued to open his mouth. "Holy Fuck, he's going to do it," another boy squealed as Chad sank to his knees. "Whip it out," I said to the cute teen, wanting to get a close-up look at his boy meat. The kid unzipped and fished out a nice hunk of fuck hose for a kid. He was still young but already hefty, meaty, and thick. "What's your name, Kid?" "Jack!" he said, smiling at me with a corny, kid smile. "You live here?" "Yeah, why?" He stood there holding his dick. "You will be in charge of Chad when he is home here. He needs constant discipline. He must be put in his place and reminded that he is a fucking faggot hole all the time! Anything you can think of to do to him that is totally nasty, you just go ahead and do it. There are some rules, but I'll tell you what they are later. Here's my card with my email address on it. Shoot me an email, and I'll write back to you about our faggot training. You want to help us train faggots?" He nodded. Shit, he was cute. "You bet," he said, a huge grin on his face. He was stilling, holding his fat young 15-year-old dick. "Okay then, head back, Chad. Open wide. Don't spill any now. You just showered. Now relax and pretend you are a urinal! Just keep saying to yourself, 'I'm a fucking urinal. I'm a fucking urinal.' Go ahead, Jack, don't be shy." Jack stood up next to Chad, his teenage dick hanging over Chad's cute face. It was a hot sight. Jack shook his dick and squeezed. "I can't make the piss come ... " he said, a silly look on his face like he was letting us down. "Just relax, boy. It's always difficult the first time you piss in a faggot's mouth. You'll get used to it. Just think of his face as a toilet. That is all faggots are good for. That and sucking dick. Go ahead. Just take a deep breath and relax." He stood there for a minute, and then suddenly, a burst of yellow piss shot out of his cute dickhead and splattered Chad in the face. "Oh shit, Brock, sorry, I missed," the kid said, embarrassed as hell. "That's okay. It's not your job to aim. It's the faggot's job to catch all the piss. You just let go and let the faggot scramble for it. Get that piss, Faggot." The other boys were totally silent now. I could spot some teenage hard-ons in their pants. This was turning out better than I could have imagined. Jack was pissing a nice strong stream now right into Chad's mouth. Chad was moaning as his mouth filled up with piss like a reservoir. "Finished pissing? Okay, then let the faggot toilet boy suck the last drops of piss from your dickhead. Go ahead, Faggot. Suck the piss from Mr. Jack's big dickhead." Chad groaned but dutifully sucked the boy's cockhead. Jack closed his eyes like he was in heaven. And he was. I'll bet he had never had a mouth on his dick. "Well, we got to go. We'll be back later, and we can talk more about how you dudes can use the faggot. Okay? See you around." "See you, Mr. Brock ... " the boys chanted in unison. They were frozen in awe. We walked Chad out to my car. He whimpered, of course, being exposed to the neighborhood. He was wearing nothing except his stupid string thong, which left nothing at all to the imagination. "Chad, you can't sit in my good car covered in wet piss. How about doing some jumping jacks until the piss dries?" There were a couple of transients, one pushing a shopping cart full of junk. They were halfway down the block but coming our way. Chad didn't want to comply, so I gave his bare-ass a few hard spanks to get him going. "Why is that guy dressed so stupid, Mister?" one homeless guy asks. "He's a cock sucking faggot, and we are making an example of him. Do you gentlemen know what a cock sucking faggot is?" "Yeah, but not looking like a freak like this." "Here, let me show you what our special cock sucking faggot does. Down on your knees, Chad, open up." "OH no, not here. Not in public. Not in front of these fucking hobos!" His face pleaded with me, too, all squinty-eyed and droopy trembling lips. "You'll be punished for your rudeness. Now, down on your knees, Chad!" He fell to his knees on the pavement. "He's got something sticking out of his ass! What's that?" The cart pusher asked. "That's a dildo. We keep his ass plugged because faggots are very nasty naughty guys, and if we don't keep his asshole plugged, he will be shoving things up it." "EEccchhhh! What kind of things?" "Anything he can get his faggot hands on. Candles, wooden spoons, pens, wieners, carrots. Some faggots think it feels good to shove things up their asses. "Gentlemen, it might feel really good to faggots, I admit that, but it's not a good habit to get into. Sure, every dude tries it a few times. Every kid I know has tried to shove something up his ass, like a pickle or a cucumber, say, but it's not good to do it too often. Now watch, and I'll show you why Chad is a cock sucking faggot." I opened my pants and hauled out my big fat dick. I made sure the boys saw it clearly. I know how kids that young idolize a good hunk of fuck meat. Rick stood guard in case any adults happened by. Of course, people could have been watching from the houses, but we were blocked by our car on one side and some trees on the other. "Open up faggot, and lick and suck my dick and balls for these gentlemen." Chad was a brand new faggot, so it took him a while to get up the courage. Or perhaps to break down completely. Anyway, it took a slap on his head to get him licking and sucking my meat. They stood dumbfounded. "Nothing feels better in the whole world than getting your dick licked and sucked. Believe me, gents, no feeling on earth is as good as this. I'd let him lick and suck you guys, but were have to be on our way to the gym now." We sent the two filthy bums on their way. I told Chad to sit in the front seat beside me while Rick climbed back. Chad began to get in, grateful to be hidden, but I stopped him. "Chad, how fucking impolite are you. You can't wear that string suit in the car. That's your gym thong. Take it off before you get into the car." "Please, sir, I'll be naked." His lower lip trembled so badly he could hardly get the words out. He had a little of my pre-fuck near the corner of his mouth. It was really cute. "Yes, of course, you will be naked. When you ride in my car, you are naked." I watched as he peeled off the string thong. I mean, why make such a fuss, the fucking stretch pouch with shoulder straps barely covered anything, to begin with. As he stripped naked, his fat dick and balls jiggled and danced. Chad was left standing there on the sidewalk as Rick and I got in, started the car, and let the engine idle. Only then was he allowed to crawl in. He slid into the car, filled with shame. He must have moved wrong with the dildo up his ass, which caused him to let out a shriek of pain, which gave Rick and me a good laugh. His smooth, well-toned body looked beautiful there in my car. He put his legs together and jammed his fists into his crotch, trying to make himself as small as possible. We drove away. "You are not sitting properly, Chad. The proper way to sit in a car is with your legs spread and your feet up on the dashboard." "My feet ... but everyone will see ... " I gave him a withering glance, and he complied. He spread his young, solid legs and placed his feet on the dashboard before us. Anyone passing could see his feet, so they, of course, would look into the car, where they could easily see the rest of him naked. "Chad, what if someone does look into the car. I won't have you embarrass me. Look at that disgusting fear-shriveled dick. Get it hard at once. Be proud of yourself. Show anyone looking in what a fine hunk of fuck meat you have. Go on, jerk your meat for us." Chad released one of those cute sobs and started fingering his meat. "I didn't say finger it like a 13-year-old. I said jerk it! I want to see that dick rock hard and leaking." With ragged breath and a sweet look of total humiliation on his face, Chad sat in my car, masturbating his dick. I pulled through a park where a bunch of red bandana-wearing -- presumed -- gang members were horsing around and smoking pot. "Oh, don't go over there, please ... " Chad wailed. "Just keep jerking your meat like a good boy, baby. Make me happy." I slowed down so the guys could see Chad's face and feet through the window. They could also see his shoulder working up and down. They knew the score. They knew what he was doing. Now, I am not so foolish as to put myself in jeopardy by confronting a gang out here. My safety plan was to keep the engine running and my foot on the gas, ready to shoot out of here like a bat out of hell. I do protect my property, as all good Masters do. "There's a dude in that car, watching us and jerking his meat!" One of the Latino guys, a tall, thin boy, shouted. "Fucking pervert!" Another guy yelled, and the gang of teens began running for the car. Yes, I was being careful and watched if they would get aggressive. They were bare-chested with low-slung pants and their boxer shorts showing at the top. "That Faggot is bare-assed! Look at him. He's bare-assed!" They almost skidded to a halt, bumping into one another. Their mouths hung open, but their eyes were hungry. "Chad. Open the car door so these gentlemen can see you masturbating." "Oh, God! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!" Rick reached up from the back seat and gave Chad a whack on the head. "Do it!" he growled. Chad opened the door, and the gang of older teen boys let out a howl of mocking laughter. "Look at the fucking faggot. Do you fucking believe it?" "Chad, take your feet off the dashboard, turn, and place them on the ground outside the car so you are facing the boys with your legs spread. Continue to beat your dick." "Just keep jerking your meat like a good boy. Make me happy." I slowed down so the ruffians could see Chad's face and feet through the window. They could also see his shoulder working up and down. They knew the score. They knew what he was doing. "We should get the fuck out of town, scumbag!" one of the teens yelled, perhaps the leader, but he spoke with a sort of smile. He didn't seem truly threatening. "There's three of them in the car, and the other two look pretty mean. Better just stay here." "Yeah, there's three of them and six of us!" Another gang member shouted. "Just stay away from them. They could all be homos!" "Look at that fucking freak cranking his meat right in front of us! Looks like he's crying. Is he crying? Why is that faggot crying and jerking his dong?" The boys were about seven feet away from the car. "All right, Chad, give them a big smile like you want to invite them all to come over here and fuck you up the ass." Then added, "Now lift and spread your legs and start to fuck the dildo in and out of your asshole for these gentlemen." My poor Chad was making sick animal sounds. He sobbed and sobbed as he lifted his strong young legs. He had to lean back against me to get the proper angle so the teenage boys could see his plugged asshole. "Jesus Christ, the freak has a dildo up his ass!" "I don't fucking believe this. We should call the police or something." "This is the sickest thing I ever saw!" But they were all rooted to their places, watching Chad work the rubber dick in and out of his asshole. "Faster and harder, Chad. Fuck yourself faster and harder for these gentlemen." I knew he must be in terrible pain. Up until a few hours ago, he had been an anal virgin. He must be churning up his guts really good. The grunts coming from him were making me hard as a rock. These poor straight gangbangers sure seemed really interested and excited. Chad was going to town, fucking and grunting and moaning and crying all at the same time. But we had to move on. I didn't want to get too involved with this Latino gang. You never know when they might actually charge us. "Okay, back in the car, baby. You did an excellent job. That's what I like. I like to see you obeying. See, when you obey, everyone is happy. Okay, feet back up on the dashboard and jerk that dick again. Wave to the boys and close the car door!" "We're gonna call the police and report you!" the leader shouted, giving us the finger. Too bad I didn't have more time to play with them. And luckily, I had removed the license plates from my car, so they couldn't report it. We zoomed away, Chad next to me, trying to control his crying as he beat his meat diligently. "See, Chad. Isn't this more fun than having a girlfriend? I knew you'd enjoy it once you got into it. And it sure beats school and a job; nothing but sex and fun with your new best friends." We drove a bit more out onto the highway. It was getting dark now. "Chad, I want Rick to get some nice photos for us to post on GayTies.com. So, can you pull the dildo out of your ass?" Then I thought further. I told Rick, "We'll post the photos, but let's also upload some videos of Chad dildo fucking himself." "So, Broch? These will be in the `Solo Sex' category of GayTies videos?" "Sure, why not." "GayTies?" Chad mumbled. He looked at me, scared as shit of what this meant. Of course, he never heard of GayTies. It's a stand-alone site hosted by Masters. Masters who want to put their slave-shit sub performances online. Chad just focused on fucking himself with the dildo until I told him to stop. Then he pulled the big rubber dick totally out of his ass, wincing and making a sound like a car with bad brakes. I glanced down and laughed at how red and raw the hole was and how stretched open it was. Nice. Rick told him to show his ass to the mirror. "Look at your asshole, Chad. It's becoming a pussy already. And we haven't even been at this a whole day. Look how nice and big that hole is." He lifted his balls to get a look at his new cunt and wailed in horror. His rectum was red and raw, and the puckered asshole was the size of a half dollar. "You've ruined me for life ... " he moaned. "Don't be stupid, baby. Assholes are like twats. They close up again after a while. It will take weeks of work for you to get it to stay open like that all the time. You can't turn an asshole into a cunt overnight." He cried and cried. "I don't want a cunt ... " he managed to say between gulps of air. I reached over and patted Chad gently. "That's what they all say at first. I don't want to get fucked. I promise you, Chad, if you apply yourself and work hard with us, you will learn to love dick up your ass. You will learn to love being a fucked out pussy slut for massive fuck meat. You will learn to be proud of your cunt and what it can do." To be continued... So, Chad doesn't want a cunt? Who the fuck is Chad to say what he wants. It's not up to him, right? Of course, we don't know yet if Chad will or can be trained to be Brock's new pussie boy. Maybe he's too resistant, too independent, too straight. You think? There is that old adage, "A man convinced against he will, is of the same opinion still." BTW, do support Nifty. And let me know your comments, Bruce Darkforce GayDic@gmail.com