Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2023 22:06:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. The Coach takes advantage of Joey's stupidity and submissive nature to coerce him into becoming an obedient submissive fag. Joey loves his new life and dumps his girlfriend to become a member of an all-male secret bodybuilding club where men enjoy each other in every possible way. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 1 -- Joey meets the Coach Joey Carbone is 21 years old and had a very simple life. He lived at home with his parents, had a job as a UPS driver, but only seemed interested in three things; girls, eating and, of course, the gym. Joey never went to college, frankly, he was just too stupid. He applied to the local community school and, after taking several semesters, he dropped out. Regardless of his brain, Joey was very popular among his large circle of friends. He was very handsome, with dark chiseled features including a wide square jaw bone that gave him very masculine features. At 6'1" and 210 lbs, Joey focused on his body and gained a massive amount of muscle since graduating from high school. His chest was huge and sculpted down to a tight 6 pack and small waist. Being Italian, he was very hairy and after shaving in the morning, Joey would have a 5 o'clock shadow by noon. As beautiful as Joey was, he couldn't carry a conversation except with his gym buddies who seemed to have their own language. Joey was happy. He had a great relationship with his father, who was his favorite workout partner. Frank Carbone, Joey's dad, was slightly larger than Joey and, at 235lbs, had acquired a slight belly because he loved to eat. At 45 years old,he was considered a hairy bear. His father was extremely supportive of Joey, encouraging him to work hard on his body and keep his diet clean. The only problem was that Frank was as stupid as Joey was. He usually deferred all decisions to his wife and focused on his work and the gym. Frank, at 6'2" and 235lbs, also had huge muscle and was taking testosterone injections with his best feature being his massive 20" arms. Joey wanted to be like his father. He idolized his muscle body and was caught staring at him whenever possible. Since it was only him and his parents at home, Joey wasn't embarrassed to walk around in his underwear while at home. He was only mimicking his father, who always seemed to be in his spandex boxers and wearing a thin wife-beater tank top. He was always sweaty and there were perspiration stains under each armpit and down his stomach too. His father inspired him. He was so inspired to build his body that he wanted to go all the way and become a professional bodybuilder. He had a great foundation of muscle, with wide bone structure, but needed to take it to the next level. He knew eventually he would have to completely shave his body when he was ready to compete. That would take hours on a regular basis to keep smooth. He decided he would trim his hair to make it easier later to shaven everything completely. He also knew that he would have to take steroids but his father was against it because he was so young. "Your balls will shrink and you won't be able to get a girl pregnant boy." He would say. His father was discreetly taking a huge amount of "roids" but he was guided by another buddy at the gym, who was a college coach and competed as a pro for years. Johnny wanted to learn more about steroids. He knew his father wouldn't be able to help him because, frankly, Joey knew that his father wasn't that smart either. At a young age, his father became a carpenter's apprentice and became quite skillful at building anything. He worked for a large company that kept him very busy and financially secure. He really didn't know much about anything except what he has learned on the job. He loved his son and believed he was handsome enough to also become a professional model and a bodybuilder. Joey had a perfect smile and the deepest blue eyes that his father was very proud of. He would do anything for his son... anything. I guess you could consider them both a HIMBO, a dumb male bimbo. They didn't even have common sense regarding many things in life, much less the chemistry of taking steroids. Joey needed to go directly to the source, his father's buddy, Coach Mike Doyle. Mr. Doyle was a private fitness trainer, specializing in bodybuidlers. Eveyone called him just "Coach". Frank Carbone knew the coach would guide his son Joey in the right direction. He asked his father to make a call to the Coach. The two men were buddies from school and Joey hadn't seen the Coach since he graduated high school several years ago. After the initial call, his father told Joey to stop into the local gym and meet the Coach in his office. After work one day, Joey went to the gym and told the receptionist he had an appointment with the Coach. He knocked on the coach's office door. His coach seemed happy to see him. "Joey," the coach exclaimed, "how the hell are you?" "Doing great coach, thanks" Joey replied as they fist pumped. "Your dad called me and asked me to help you with your bodybuilding. You are looking diesel, bro" the coach said, "packing on some muscle I see." "Thanks Coach," Joey said as he leaned over the desk and absentmindedly flexed his pecs in the coach's face. "I wanna get bigger Coach." "Nice boy," the coach said, "How can I help you?" "Well, you see, I'm kinda in a rut with my bodybuilding. I was hoping you could help me with the supplements I need to take it to the next level. I mean, you were a pro years ago so I thought you'd guide me in the right direction." "Well," the coach said, "What are your goals here boy?" "Easy goals Coach," Joey said, "I wanna be a national competitor. I wanna be on all the websites and the cover of muscle magazines Coach. I wanna be huge." "Good to hear boy," Coach replied. "My dad thinks I could be a fitness model too." Joey smiled and flashed his eyelashes. "Hah," Coach said as he softly slapped Joey's face, "such a pretty boy. You could be a model son, and make your daddy proud. Plus, the money is better in modeling." He then walked away from Joey as he spoke. "I have coached a few fitness competitors and happy to help you. Here, look..." The coach turned and flexed his bicep and it pressed through the tight sleeves. Coach Doyle was more of a muscle bear, with a slight belly, but huge legs and arms. He was covered in reddish hair everywhere. He was wearing loose grey sweatpants and a tight lycra shirt. His pectoral muscle pushed through the stretchy nylon material, pulling the fabric so that is became almost sheer. The spandex shirt couldn't contain his huge muscle biceps that bulged through the sleeves. The armpits of the shirt were soaked in sweat. Suddenly, Joey could smell the masculine odor. You could tell the coach knew what he was doing in the gym. "Ohhhh wow," Joey became very excited, "fucking beautiful Coach. Your arms are huge. I want mine big like yours. I really really appreciate this Coach and will do whatever you say." "I told your dad that my training methods are very unique. I know what happens in the back rooms of those gyms boy." "I knew that you would know what the real pros do to make those gains." Joey said. "You have no idea boy." Coach said, "Let me say that, if you train with me, you do it my way, understood?" "Absolutely Coach," Joey smiled, "whatever you say Sir." "Come over here and get a feel of these babies." The coach pointed to his biceps. Joey immediately went in to feel them. He rubbed all around the huge veiny biceps and under into his armpits, dragging his hands through the sweat. The odor became more intense and, for some reason, Joey felt a tingle in his cock. He knew he loved that smell. The coach pulled him out of his trance, and said, "OK, lets do an assessment right now." The coach walked to his desk and opened the side drawer. "Put this on." He threw a tiny pink poser that looked like a thong. "I wanna see everything you got boy, so put those on and lets' have a look at you." "Here Coach?" Joey modestly asked. "Son, if we're going to do this, there is no modesty between us, understand? In fact, I want you to learn to flaunt that naked body. People will look at you with envy and you will learn to casually display yourself any chance you get" Joey casually dropped his clothes and pulled the small poser on. It was so small over his huge ass that it naturally wedged up inside his sweaty asscrack, like a thong. "Now, stand right there son." The coach said, "When I touch a body part, I want you to flex it boy. Make it as hard as you can." The boy tried to stand still and flex as directed. The coach started to casually feel and rub different parts of Joey's body. He started with his shoulders and arms, then moved to his back. From there, he moved downward to his ass and Joey squeezed them tight. "Nice glutes boy," the coach chuckled. From there he went down to his hamstrings and calves. Then he moved to the front and felt the boy's quads. They were serrated and hard and Joey rotated his legs so the coach could feel all around his thighs. As he rubbed, the coach would occasionally brush across Joey's bulging pouch, which seemed to be getting larger. The coach noticed. "Easy there boy," he chuckled again as he blatantly rubbed the bulge. "You don't need to flex that muscle boy." Coach chuckled. "Ahhh, sorry coach," Joey mumbled, "I mean I'm not gay or anything but sometimes I really can't control it Sir." "It happens to all of us boy." The coach said as he rubbed his own growing cock. Joey looked down and saw the size of the coach's cock as it snaked down the leg of his sweatpants. "Lets just finish this now." The coach said as he stood up, face to face, bulge to bulge, feeling Joey's pecs now. The coach blantantly rubbed Joey's tits and pulled on his nipples, making the boy moan out loud. "Ahhh, Coach," He said, "please don't do that Sir. It only makes things worse." "Boy you need try to relax and be more comfortable being naked." The coach continued, "People will stare at your body and envy and desire you. These beautiful pecs will only get bigger so we're going to train these hard and your nipples will become more prominent. They will get bigger too." Coach Doyle walked around behind Joey, reaching under his arms still feeling his pecs and pulling on his nipples. Joey closed his eyes and leaned back against the coach. The coach held him against his chest as he casually pressed his growing cock against the boy's muscle ass. Joey felt the cock pushing against his ass and rubbing into his ass crack. He moaned as the coach pulled on his nipples harder. "We are going to make you become a huge roided muscle god, Joey." The coach said into his ear. "Think about all that beautiful muscle boy," Coach said as he pulled harder on the nips and grinded his cock into Joey's ass crack. Slowly, one hand slid down and grabbed Joey's cock bulge. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, I'm sorry Coach." Joey moaned knowing that his cock was hard. The coach whispered into the boy's ear. "I can't help it Sir." "It's OK boy." The coach spoke into his ear, "You love muscle, hard muscle, hard cock. You want muscle too... don't you boy? Hard muscle, hard cock..." Coach was now rubbing the boy's cock pouch with one hand. "Oh coach," Joey moaned as he felt his cock growing out of the posers. "I don't understand what is happening to me. I'm not gay. I'm sorry Sir but I can't help it. Fuck Coack, fuckkkkk... ahhh..." "Nah, you're not gay boy." The coach said, "You just love hard muscle. Sperm creates more muscle.. more muscle creates more sperm. You need sperm boy. That's where the muscle hormone is. Cum is good boy." Joey's cock was now laying hard along his thigh with the head sticking out of his posers. As it grew, half of the shaft was now fully exposed. "You have muscle sperm, don't you boy?" the coach said as he was now rubbing up and down Joey's cock shaft. "Show me your sperm boy." "Ohhhhhhh fuck Coach." Joey groaned loudly. "I can't help it. Fuck Im sorry Coach but... Ohhhhhhh fUGGgggggh." Joey was cumming with the coach rubbing his cock sticking out of his posers. "Good boy Joey." The coach put his hand on the cock caught some of the dripping cum in his hand. Before losing the moment, he put his hand over Joey's mouth and fed him his own cum. Joey's mouth was already open from moaning through his orgasm, so he swallowed the sperm. After things calmed down, the coach told Joey to get dressed while he spoke. "Don't feel strange about what happened just now son." The coach said, "It is normal for most horny bodybuilders to cum easily. If you train with me, that is going to change real quick. You will want to cum but I won't allow you to lose your testosterone without my approval." "Coach," Joey said quickly, "I definitely want to train with you Sir, I mean, if you will still accept me. I don't know what happened to me and I am sorry that I couldn't control myself." "Don't worry son," Coach said, "that will be part of your training. You, and your father, will have to agree to my training regiment. You will follow my protocol to the letter and, no matter how strange it may seem, you will never question me." "Yes sir coach." Joey said, "I want this more than anything Sir. Please help me to become a great bodybuilder." "Most important rule now is keeping your testosterone levels as high as possible. I will give you supplements to help with that but it is extremely important that you do not lose any of your natural testosterone while training." He walked up to Joey, put his finger under his chin and pulled the boy's face close to his own. "Listen to me boy," the coach said quietly but sternly, "that means no more cumming. Don't touch that dick. That bodybuilder sperm stays inside those nuts, do you understand me?" Joey just stared at the coach and nodded. "Yes sir," he said, "no cum... no touching my penis...my sperm stays inside my balls." "Good boy." The coach as he smiled and patted his cheek. "See you tomorrow." --to be continued--- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories here by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.