Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2021 10:16:25 -0500 From: Danny König Subject: Mr. Konig's Sub, no. 3 Hello Nifty readers, here's my third entry! If you enjoy reading Nifty as much as I'm enjoying telling my story, please make a donation to the website: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to the readers who've reached out to say hello! I welcome feedback from other subs like me, or from doms who have something to teach us. I enjoy connecting with other men, and I will respectfully respond to any and all messages. Please say hello. Humbly, Danny. mrkonigssub@gmail.com The very first time I saw Mr. Stark I began fantasizing about serving him. I'd seen him on the street, leaving the alley that led to Masters of Muscle late one night. He was wearing coach's shorts and a tight, thin polo shirt, his massive biceps pushing up and stretching the armbands. I followed him at a distance, admiring his shaved head, wide back, thick legs, and boulder-like glutes. When he turned to climb into a cab, I got a shot of his big bulge. The image of him burned itself into my brain. I went home to my apartment and jacked off, imagining being fucked by the big, hot man, his powerful legs driving his cock into me. Later that week I even stopped in to Masters of Muscle, pretending to ask about training rates. I knew I couldn't afford it; I just wanted to see the muscle stud again and hear him speak. He was surprisingly friendly, and in a deep and warm voice he told me to come back someday, when I could afford private lessons. I told him I would, and went home and jacked off again, imagining him naked. Years later when I learned my owner had arranged for me to begin training at Masters of Muscle, I could barely contain myself. From my first session, I was so nervous and eager to please the hot muscle daddy. We alway trained one on one, and being alone with a man whose body both intimidates and arouses me is erotic torture. Mr. Stark is strict but friendly, the perfect coach. He says little about his personal life, but seems to know all about mine--what my owner, Mr. Konig, wants from me, and what out relationship is. He pushes me hard in the the gym, but is also encouraging and playful. When he tells me I've done well, I swell with pride. When he slaps my butt or flicks my nipples, I get instantly hard. He always smiles and calls me a good boy when I do. Though Mr. Stark dresses in very revealing clothes, I've never seen his cock. I can tell it's big--the tight clothes he wears make that easy to see. He has a habit of grabbing his crotch, especially when he is watching me strain under the weight of an exercise. The sight of him rubbing himself makes me push harder--I think he knows that. But no matter how much I get aroused, he is always professional. I've seen him shirtless (it's a breathtaking sight) but never fully naked, except in my fantasies. After our sessions he always sends home right after my last set, and I leave immediately, pumped up and horny. But not today. "You need to recover," Mr. Stark said, opening the locker room door for me. "It's time for some protein." I stepped into the locker room of Masters of Muscle and saw a stunningly beautiful site: Mr. Burns and Carlos, fully naked and hard, standing in the middle of the locker room. Mr. Burns had a hot, thick, cut cock, and Carlo's foreskin strained around his beautiful swollen cock head. I felt Mr. Stark behind me. "Mr. Konig says he's been upping your cum intake, and he's asked me to help him with that. It's important for your development." Once again growled in my ear. "Kneel down, boy." I dropped onto my knees. I felt Mr. Stark's big hands on my shoulders, and his hard bulge against the back of my head. "You need some quality musclecum if you're gonna grow, Danny. We're gonna give it to you." Mr. Burns was holding onto Carlos's thick metal chain. "This one's ready to go. He hasn't been allowed to shoot his load for eight weeks, so get ready Danny." He slapped the muscled slave on his beefy butt. "Go get `em, boy. And remember--not a word." Carlos nodded, all the while looking right at me, his eyes glazed over with lust. His hard, uncut cock led the way as he strutted over to me. I felt Mr. Stark's hands cradle my head as the big boy put the tip of his cock to my mouth. Carefully I slid the foreskin back, then wrapped the naked cockhead with my lips. I held onto Carlos's powerful thighs as Mr. Stark used his crotch to slowly push my mouth onto the boy's meat. I could feel the shaft slide along my tongue. "Good boy, Carlos," I heard Mr. Burns say. "Now fuck his face." Mr. Stark held my head as Carlos began to rhythmically pump his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing quickened, but the stud never spoke or moaned, he just rammed his throbbing rod into me harder and faster. Clinging to his legs, my head static in my coach's hands, I felt the boy go into a frenzy. Mr. Burns stepped up behind Carlos and wrapped his arms around his boy, gripping his nipples. "That's my boy. Fuck his face. Get ready. Shoot your load on the three count. One! Two! THREE!" The muscle boy bucked, rising up on his toes, jabbing his cock to the back of my mouth. A flood of hot cum gushed directly down my throat, while I sucked the pulsing rod, keeping it locked in place. No less than six jolts of jizz shot into me. When the boy finally pulled out his cock, his legs had gone weak, and Mr. Burns guided him to sit on the nearby locker room bench. "Good job, boy," Mr. Burns said, petting Carlo's dark hair as the slave panted, sweaty and spent. "It's my turn now." Mr. Stark gave my head a reassuring pat. "Get ready, Danny. You're going to get some quality testosterone today." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, hungry for a load from the hot daddy. Mr. Burns grabbed his thick cock and aimed it at my eager mouth. "What a sweet looking pup. Here you go, Danny." Gently but firmly, the bodybuilder dad slid his cut cock into me. He was so thick I felt my jaw being forced to open wider. He put his hands on my head along with Mr. Stark's. The four meaty hands held me like I was in a head cage. Soon the muscleman was pounding my face so hard his hairy balls began to slap my chin. "Fuuuuck...Danny. Open a little more." I did my best to make room for the thick cock. It felt so good in my mouth! Mr. Stark pushed his crotch into the back of my head, forcing me to take another inch of Mr. Burns's shaft. I went deep into my sub headspace, thinking of nothing but accommodating the huge shaft. I felt the pressure on the back of my head as my coach spotted me, while Mr. Burns rammed my mouth and throat harder and faster. I was just about to go into a trance when I heard a deep baritone moaning from Mr. Burns. Mr. Stark held my head like a vice, and suddenly my mouth was filled with warm, salty-sweet cum. "Fuck yeah! Fuck!" the daddy groaned as he drained his big balls into my mouth. After his last spasm, he stepped back, and exhaled loudly. "Fuck yeah!" Mr. Stark petted the top of my head gently. "Good boy, Danny." He ran his hand along the side of my face, then rubbed his finger along my chin, wiping some of the cum that Mr. Burns had shot there. "Aw. You missed some," he said, and put his big finger, wet with semen, in my mouth. "There you go, Danny, get every drop." I sucked my coach's finger and looked over Mr. Burns and Carlos. The big boy was on his knees on the floor of the locker room, tongue bathing his daddy's spent cock. "Let's give these two some privacy," Mr. Stark said, and helped me to my feet. "Put your shorts and shirt on, Danny." Mr. Stark handed me my clothes and steered me back out into the gym. I slid my shorts on and wiggled into the tank top. I could still taste the tangy cum from the two muscle men in my mouth. "Get going, boy," Mr. Stark said, giving my ass a friendly slap. "You did good today. See you tomorrow." As I stepped out into the sunshine, I could feel a slight burn in my legs from the day's training. I reached down to feel my upper thighs, and I realized my shorts were damp in front; my jock was soaked with my own precum. I turned on to the street, wearing the wet spot like a badge of honor, and strutted back to my owner's house.