Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 20:49:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter13 TRAINING A HIMBO BODYBUILDER -- Bustermuscle69@yahoo.com 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. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach needs the boy to focus on holding in his own hormone so he insists that Joey wear chastity cage so he doesn't have an orgasm and lose his own testosterone. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, we go back to see the developement of Joey becoming a full pledged faggot for cock. He is preparing for his first competition and trying to ingest as much cum as possible, both orally and anally. With the help of Dr Stevenson and his daily drug intake, The Coach now has full control over the faggot. 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. No, all men are NOT created egual. 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 13 Joey's life, after meeting the doctor, seemed rather foggy to him. He wasn't sure what day it was, or even what time it was. Joey quit his job as a UPS delivery man and was now living and working with the coach. Dr. Corrigan would visit the boy each morning to give him his daily supply of steroids and stimulants; dopamine, extasy and Viagra. Joey was preparing for his first competition and focused strictly on building muscle. He needed his regular injections of natural testosterone from the Club members who came to the gym to deposit their hormone inside his throat and rectum. In fact, the coach wanted to make Joey's hole easy access and had him dress in tight spandex leggings with a hole conveniently located over his anus. Joey was required to douche three times daily to remain prepared to take loads inside his pussy. The boy, now living with the coach, works as the main receptionist for the gym. The coach gave him his uniform to wear. He tells him that he should wear as little as possible and get used to the staring eyes because that is what happens on the stage. His uniform was a small spandex athletic top that cut under his pecs which pushed them forward completely exposed. His 6 pack was completely exposed. His nipples were injected with silicone which made them almost an inch long. They only needed to be gently touched and Joey would get an erection. He also wore spandex leggings or shorts that were semi-transparent and did nothing to hide his bulging genitals. He was now allowed to uncage his cock while at the gym, where he is supervised by the coach, but almost wished it was caged because his erections were so embarrassing. Of course, he was not allowed to touch himself without asking the coach first. There was a hole in the spandex tights directly over his asshole which allowed him to be injected with cock and dump the testosterone into his pussy at any given moment. After several fucks, the back of his spandex were always wet, stained and dripping with semen. This was humiliating for Joey to walk around the gym like this but knew that he had no choice especially with the upcoming competition. He couldn't focus on anything except muscle, cock and cum, which kept his own cock swollen and throbbing. His need to cum was overwhelming and, with all the drugs in him, he was basically just a walking cumdump with a never-ending erection. The dildo and cock fucking did help relieve some of the pressure in his balls because some of his cum did leak out, taking some pressure off. He knew he was never allowed to ask for a fuck. It wasn't his choice. The bodybuilders knew that Joey was there to take their nut whenever they needed him. One time, he was behind the front desk and Cliff walked out from his workout. "Hey boy," he said, "It looks like the testosterone injections are working. You look huge." He grabbed Joey's arm and slapped his butt. "Thank you Sir," Joey said, "my first qualifier is next week and I think I'm ready." Joey looked down at Cliff's crotch and noticed his cock bulge snaked down his leg towards his knee. He was truly huge. Joey looked and saw Cliff smiling at him and looked away quickly. He needed to stay focused on checking people into the club and answering phones. He felt somebody behind him. He could smell the body odor of the black muscle god. Cliff was close behind the boy now and whispered into his ear. "With your competition coming up," he said, "I think you're gonna need as much Test as you can get, don't you boy?" Joey softly moaned as he felt Cliff's hand on his spandex ass, searching for the opening in between his ass cheeks. "Yes Sir," Joey moaned and actually arched his back to encourage his advances. He felt the finger gently dig into the hold in his ass crack. Cliff then slipped a finger into his pussy. "So warm and wet boy." Cliff whispered as Joey tried to ignore him while at the computer. The coach had told him to not reject any man that needed to unload his sperm inside him, but he couldn't leave the front desk. "You just do your job little fag and don't mind me one bit." Cliff chuckled. He pushed two fingers into Joey's ass as the boy tried to stay stoic and professional behind the desk. "This won't take long so try not to move. Be real quiet or you might embarasss yourself boy. Just let me unload this 3 day load in my balls." Joey tried to obey the black man behind him and continue checking people in and answering the phone. He felt a hand push his back forward so he was slightly bend over the front counter. He had to scan the membership ID of people entering the gym so he tried not to move around to much. This made Cliff's target easier for him as he slowly pushed his rock hard cock into the spandex opening over Joey's pussy hole. "Be nice and quiet and hold still now boy." Cliff said as he pushed his thick monster right up into the boy's cunt hole. "Ahhhh, that's my boy." "Ugggggg" Joey tried to not make noise as he felt impaled on the black cock. Just as the cock entered his cunt hole, there was a phone call. "Extreme Fitness, may I help you? Awwwwww" Joey groaned into the phone as the cock throbbed inside of him. "Just do your job boy and let me dump this hormone inside you." Cliff whispered into the boy's ear as he slowly slid his cock in and out of Joey's hold. "Yes Sir," Joey said into the phone, "We are ... Ugh.... open until... Ahhhh....10PM Sir." "Such a .... Good... boy... you fag." Cliff said as he started to grind into Joey's hole. "Such a beautiful tight pussy hole for me to use." The boy couldn't help but drop his head to the desk to try and stabilize himself. Coach had told him that he had to allow any man to fuck him at the gym no matter where they were. He should thank him afterwards for giving him the testosterone that he desperately needs to win his competition. Even though Cliff's fuck was more gentle, he pushed his thick black cock deep to the base and slowly grinded. This drove Joey crazy with lust because he hadn't cum in so long. He moaned out loud. "Ahhhh, the faggot loves it, doesn't he?" Cliff whispered again, "I want you to grind on my cock boy and beg me to put my potent muscle cum inside you." "Ohhhh, yesssss," Joey started to grind and fuck himself on the cock. He couldn't move too much as people were passing by the front desk while he smiled at them. When he lifted his head again, he saw the coach entering the front door and walk past them. After looking closely, he saw that Cliff was actually fucking the boy behind the front desk, discreetly, but out in the open area. He came close and stood next to Joey as he was gently being fucked. "Such a good boy taking his injection nice and quietly." Coach said softly to the boy. He felt Joey's uncaged cock that was now fully hard and throbbing under the tight spandex. "Tell me boy." Coach said, "Did you take your medication today?" "Yes Sir, I took the pills you gave me." Joey replied with his eyes rolling back in his head. "Good boy. You like being a good boy, don't you?" "Yes Sir" "Do you like getting injected with cum?" Coach asked quietly, "Does it feel good being deposited inside your fuck sleeve?" "Ohhhh yes Sir," Joey groaned, "I do love it Coach." "Do you know what that means Joey?" Coach asked while he was being pushed forward into the desk from being fucked from behind. He wanted to rub himself but knew that wasn't allowed. "Coach?" Joey was confused again. "You just said you love getting your injections." Coach tried to explain to the dumb jock. "That means you love being fucked boy. What kind of boys like being fucked Joey?" "I don't know Sir." Joey said without really even listening. "Yes you do boy." Coach said as he grabbed Joey under the chin and looked into his eyes. "Boys like you love being fucked boy. Faggots love taking cocks into their cum holes to get their injections of cum." Joey just stared at him with his eyes half closed without really listening again. "What do you think you are now boy?" Coach asked. Joey just looked at him as he rocked back and forth being fucked by Cliff. "What are you Joey?" "Sir?" Joey moaned. "Say it boy." Coach ordered, "Say it or I will tell Cliff to take his cock out of your hole and spill his hormone on the floor." "No please Sir," Joey said, "I want his cum." "What boy?" Coach asked. "What did you say?" "I want his hormone Sir." Joey said "No, you didn't say hormone boy, you said cum." Coach said. "You want his cum right boy?" "yes please Coach," Joey said, "I want it so bad. I think I might cum Sir. Please, maybe he should stop. I don't want to cum unless you tell me." "That's a good boy." Coach said, "but if you tell me what you are, I might allow you to cum for me too." He gently rubbed the boy's throbbing cock that was now leaking into his spandex shorts. "Tell me what you are right now or we're done here." The coach signaled to Cliff, who stopped moving. His cock remained buried inside Joey's ass but didn't move. Joey started to grind against Cliff frantically. "Oh please don't stop him Coach." Joey was grinding himself on the hard black cock. "Tell me what you are boy." Coach said loudly. "Im a ... a .... faggot Sir," Joey yelled. Some patrons in the lobby turned and looked toward them but Joey dropped his head down to the table top. "Pleassseeeeee Sir," the boy said, "please give me your muscle cum Sir. Ohhhhh fuck. I love this. I am a faggot Coach. Please let me cum too Coach." Joey surprised himself when he heard what he just said out loud. "That's right little faggot." Coach motioned for Cliff to fuck him again. Now, he started to pummel Joey's ass. "You be a good little faggot and hold real still so a real man can give you his cum. You want it right boy?" "yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes Sir." Joey was being pounded now. "Would you let me cum too Coach?" "Don't be so fuckin selfish faggot." Coach said as he slapped the boys face. "This nice man is willing to give you his hormone and all you think about is your fuckin faggot cum?" "Sorry Sir," Joey groaned in frustration. He knew he should not allow himself to orgasm unless the Coach gave him permission. Cliff was fucking him now. "You want my cum inside that faggot pussy?" Cliff said pulling his head back by the hair. "Please Sir," Joey said softly. "Please put your cum inside my faggot pussy." Cliff groaned and then, with one final thrust, buried his cock down to his balls as he sprayed Joey's pussy with cum. The coach looked around the reception area but it was relatively empty now. "What do you say little faggot?" Coach held Joey's chin again. "Thank you Coach." Joey was breathing heavy but trying not to call attention to himself. "Thank you Sir," he said to Cliff who was slowly pulling out of his pussy. It dripped cum onto the floor. "Did the faggot cum?" Cliff asked the coach. He looked to the floor but there was only cum dripping out of Joey's pussy, not his dick. "He was a good little dumb fag." Coach said, "No cum." "Down boy." Coach pushed Joey to the floor and he knew to lick up the powerful black man's cum. Cliff stepped over him while he licked the floor. "Good, that'll keep him nice and horny for the other bulls." Cliff said as he pushed his slimey cock toward Joey's face. "Clean this while you're there faggot." Joey licked Cliff's cock coated with his own ass juice. "Meet me in the lockerroom later faggot." Cliff said as he walked away. "Don't worry bro." Coach said as he opened the boy's mouth and pushed a pill into it. "This will make sure he is nice and horny for the rest of the day." Joey swallowed the pill. Joey was fucked by three other bulls in the lockerroom later that day. After his own workout, he was given a sexual sedative to make him more submissive and obedient. The boy now didn't really think for himself any longer. The coach had full control over what he ate, how he dressed, when he worked out and who fucked him. It felt good to Joey. It was simple for him. He just needed to focus on the Coach and his training and do whatever he was ordered. Joey actually felt free. No decisions, no choices, no thinking... just listen, follow rules and obey. Now, his first competition was upon him. He was extremely nervous but didn't let any of that show. He was strong and ready to win. He was fucked daily by several members of the hormone club and given his regular steroid stimulant injections. With the help of the therapist/hypnotist, the coach trained Joey to keep his hands off his dick. Joey's brain was altered daily to become completely obedient now so the chastity cage was removed. This only made things worse for Joey because now his cock got hard daily but he knew he would not touch it without permission. The coach would also edge the boy in the lockerroom before and after each workout so that his cock was swollen and leaking most of the time. Sometimes he was edged to completion but that never happened more than once a week. Joey's balls were full of testosterone and ready to explode throughout most of the day. The spandex shorts controlled his cock but left nothing to the imagination as it bulged through the material, making it look almost sheer. "Coach, I think I should go over my posing routine once more." Joey said while wearing his pink posers. The suit was so small that it barely covered his cock and you could almost see the top of his shaft in front. The coach wanted him greased up and ready to pose after his next workout. He stood in front of his coach who guided him through his routine. Several times, he would feel Joey's ass and bulging pouch as he guided him through each pose. Joey could feel himself getting hard. Once this happened, he was never able to control his growing cock since being out of the cage. He knew he should ignore it, as though it was normal to pose with your cock sticking out of his posers. but he had to ignore that as he focused on his posing. His cock was lengthening along his hip now, with the head sticking out. "Focus on your routine boy." The coach said as he played with the boy's ass. Joey pretended that nothing unusual was happening, ignoring the coach, as he moved from pose to pose. "Fuck boy." Coach said, "You're going to start leaking through those posers. Get your mind off your dick and control yourself faggot." "I can't help it Coach," Joey admitted, "I really can't control it at all. I will be so humiliated if it falls out of my posers during my competition routine." "Well, I can put you back into the cage if your want." Coach said as he slipped a finger into Joey's exposed hole. The coach had put a small opening in his pink posers directly over Joey's pussy to allow him to insert something into his hole at any moment. "No, please no sir." Joey begged, "I will do my best to ignore it but really need to work on my posing routine." Joey continued to pose as the Coach made adjustments to his movements while his cock throbbed. It was leaking pre cum now, making his posers wet but Joey didn't attempt to touch himself once. "Good boy," Coach said, "Double bi, Side chest, most muscular, back and calves..." Between each pose, the coach brushed his hands across Joey's bulging cock, pulled on his nipples and fingered his asshole as he guided him through the poses. "Lets move this into the lockerroom boy." Coach said as he pushed Joey into the gym. "I love that you are on display for our clients but some of the other boys might also want to see your routine." Joey's cock was now completely hard and now visible through his tiny pink posers. They walked into the lockerroom and there were several black bodybuilders from the Hormone club who were changing. Most were only in their jocks or completely naked. "Joey wants to show you boys his routine." Coach pushed Joey around to put him on display. Suddenly, there were more hands on him. Joey immediately flexed as he was being manhandled on the workout bench. "He's not concentrating on his flexing." One of the black men said. "He needs to understand how to squeeze the muscle hard while flexing it." "He's distracted I think." Another black man said as he was rubbing Joey's ass and slipping his finger into the boy's pussy. "Bitch," Cliff said, "you'll never win if you don't block out everything that is happening and just focus on the muscle. This is a good test for you faggot. You need to ignore us and put all your thoughts and energy into the muscle flex." "Cliff is right," Coach said, "this is only about you and your muscle. I want you to pretend we are not here. We will try to distract you but you must stay concentrated on your posing routine. Do you understand?" "Yes Coach," Joey replied and he flexed. "I want you to thank the boys here." Coach said, "they only want what is best for you to win the competition. They are here for you boy. Besides your father, these men are your support team." "Thank you." Joey said to them as they continued to feel his body, "thank you for helping me be a great bodybuilder." "Maybe you could show them how much you appreciate them by giving them your holes again boy." The coach continued, "it will be important in the next few days to get as much of their testosterone as you can." The coach spoke as he led Joey to the bench and pushed him forward. "Spread open for them faggot." Coach said as he felt the hole in the back of his posers. "No need to take the suit off boy. They can fuck you through the hole here and we need to keep that little clit of yours covered anyway." Joey didn't speak. He was horny. The Viagra, extasy, and dopamine pills that he took earlier were in full force now. The boy's cock was leaking like a faucet making his posers sheer and soaked through. "Lets just get you properly fucked now faggot." The coach said, "What do you say boy?" "Oh, thank you Sir." Joey moaned, "Yes, fuck me properly Sir." The Coach smiled at the six bodybuilders who were rubbing their cocks. He said, "and the real men who give you their testosterone?" "Oh yes thank you." Joey put his head down on the bench because the room was beginning to spin. He head was quickly lifted up and a black cock was stuffed into his mouth. Another man spanked his ass and told him to "open up his pussy to get fucked". Joey did as he was told and the second black cock shoved inside of him. No warm up. They simply fucked him... hard. They didn't really care about anything else but their own cum and were happy to dump it inside the stupid muscle faggot. The coach orchestrated the fucking. Joey was moved from position to position but always kept two cocks inside his holes. The dumb boy bit his own lip to keep himself silent during the fuck. "Shut up boy," Coach ordered, "No groaning. You want people to come in here and watch you getting fucked like a faggot?" That's exactly what happened. The gym was crowded that day and men were coming and going through the lockerroom. The weird thing about it was that no one was stopping to look at the scene. Sure, a few men looked over as they were changing clothes but not one person said a word during the fucking. The gym patrons acted like nothing was out of the ordinary as they walked right passed the black bodybuilders as they fucked the dumb jock. Joey was sore but happy to take the six loads of testosterone that he needed. As he laid there, he felt fingers pushing the remaining cum into his mouth and asshole. He didn't want to complain how sore he was and just opened his mouth as they scooped the cum into it. "Hey Coach," Cliff said as he leaned over the changing counter, "Have you taught the boy how to properly thank his superiors for sharing their cum with him?" As he said this, he lifted one knees and placed it up on the counter top. This opened his ass for everyone to see and he looked back at the dazed boy. "Cliff is right faggot," the coach said, "Why don't you go over there and give the man a nice thank-you kiss right on the lips." "Good idea," his buddy Jason said as he stood next to Cliff and bent over, pointing his ass to Joey. The other four men followed suit. Joey and the coach watched the six black muscle men as they bent over and spread their legs open. The room smelled liked used ass. The coach squeezed Joey by the hair and lifted him up off the bench and pushed him to his knees. "I want you to crawl over there and smell and taste each funky black ass." The coach said, "You will kiss and make out with their ass lips, saying Thank-you to them. Smell and lick each hole saying how much you appreciate their hormone." He crawled to each man and stuck his nose into each of their asses. Yes, some men grinded on Joey's face making him lick and taste the ass thoroughly. "Clean that smelly fuckin ass." Jason said, "I worked up a good sweat from fucking you faggot." Joey wasn't really listening to them calling him a faggot as he moved to each of the six black asses. Some smelled awful but the boy knew he shouldn't hesitate to clean each ass thoroughly. "Tell the men how much you appreciate all that they have done for you boy." Coach said as he pushed Joey's face into Jason's black ass. Joey tried to pull away but the coach held his head tightly. "Mphhhhh, thirrrr" Joey muffled into the sweaty ass. "Speak louder boy." Coach said as he held Joey's head pressed into the bodybuilder's ass. "Say thank you to the boys and give those lips a nice kiss and lick too." "Thaaaa yooooo Irrr," Joey spoke into the asshole while he licked it. "Ahhh afrishaete yoooo hummm." What's that faggot?" Coach said, "You say that you appreciate the cum? Good boy. Keep sucking out that sweaty hole like a good boy." Joey did that to each of the black muscle men as they bent over, holding their ass cheeks apart and farting into Joey's face as he licked. That evening his father came to visit him at the Coach's house. It was great to hug and kiss him since the Coach seemed to be more cruel these days. His first competition was coming and he needed encouragement from Daddy now. Frank hugged little Joey and they just cuddled on the sofa while the Coach made dinner. That night, the boy took his drugs as usual, keeping him more horny than ever. He wanted his daddy to fuck him and make love to him. Why was he thinking this way? Did little Joey become a real faggot like the Coach said? Frank whispered into the boy's ear. "Stay focused and do whatever the Coach says until you win this first competition. After that, maybe you could move home and we will live together again." Frank caressed his son which only made him move horny. He moved to sit on his daddy's lap. "Well, well," Coach said loudly as he entered the room, "looks like our little faggot misses his daddy, doesn't he? You know the rules Frank." "Oh yes Sir boss," Frank said as he pushed Joey off his lap. "I just want to see my boy at the competition tomorrow and thought I could spend the night here boss." "Well Frankie," Coach said, "if you're staying here, you might as well follow the dress code as well. I am only allowing jocks or thongs as daily wear around the house." The coach immediately dropped his gym shorts and stood there in a dirty mesh jock. Frank immediately stood up and took his sweatpants off. "Of course boss." Frank said, "What about Joey here. It looks like those spandex leggings need a good washing anyway." "Joey, you can take off the leggings but don't ever wash them without my instruction. I know they smell but you are only going to soil them again and again so why bother washing at all." Joey stood and removed his leggings and his cock sprung up in front. "No no boy, you need to keep that thing under control." Coach said, "Go bring me the tight sheer pink thong I bought you. That will keep it tight and controlled. I will push your cock and balls into the small pouch and you don't touch it." Joey got the small g-string and slid it up his muscular thick thighs. He had a hard time pulling it over the huge ass but, once in place, the coach stuffed the boy's cock and balls into the tight nylon restricting pouch. "There," Coach said as he pushed Joey back down on the sofa. "Why don't you both relax before dinner here and watch the game. Keep it low cause I don't want to hear anything while I'm listening to my pod cast and cooking. Joey and his dad sat on the sofa side by side. In fact, Joey lifted one leg and draped it over his dad's thigh while watching the game. Frank slowly caressed his son's back and pulled him closer into his lap. Joey moaned and literally pressed his fat ass against his father's crotch. They both missed each other. Coach Mike brought Frank a beer and Joey a protein shake. "You know Frank, Joey needs his protein every day. The Coach continued, "Since his competition is tomorrow, you know he'll need an extra powerful dose. How are you feeling these days Frankie?" "Well, to be honest boss," Frank said, "you told me not to cum remember?" "Yes, and you're a good man to remember that." Coach said, "There is a reason I told you to do that Frankie." "Ahhhh, yeah boss, ahhhh" Frank was rubbing himself in his jock. "I was thinking, ahhh hoping, I could... you know" "Frank," Coach said, "I know you're horny and have some powerful hormone stored up in those balls. You should probably put it to good use now." Frank smiled and looked at Mike, waiting for his instruction. "I'm going to finish dinner." Coach said, "Why don't you take care of your son. I think he is ready to help you. Be quiet about it while I finish my Pod cast. No noise. Joey, you just watch the game and let your daddy use your hole. Be nice and quiet boy and, most important, don't cum." Coach walked out. Frank gently pulled the boy up on his lap, spreading his legs open and draped over the sides. "Stay nice and quiet boy." Frank said to his son. He was hard immediately and could wait to push his cock into the boy's wet hot pussy. He knew he had been fucked several times today so there was no need for lube. He used one hand to pull Joey's ass cheek open and the other to guide his cock into the boys hole. Just as the cock head entered Joey's pussy, the boy groaned. "Shhhhh, quiet boy," Frank said as he put his hand over Joey's mouth to silence him. "You gotta be quiet and still. This won't take long so just let me pump a load inside there real quick." Joey's head was pulled back onto Frank's shoulder, keeping the boy's mouth covered. Frank only needed to pump in and out slowly because he knew he would cum quickly. Joey's asshole was sucking his dad's cock. Joey grinded in circles on Frank's cock hoping to feel it impregnate him with his fatherly seed. "You're such a good boy Joey." Frank said, "Your pussy makes my cock feel so fucking good. Im gonna put my seed in you soon. Just stay nice and quiet so the Coach won't be upset with you making noise." "Mmmfffph" Joey's eyes were rolled back in his head as he felt his daddy's balls against his ass. Frank had embedded his entire cock into the boy's hole and just grinded in small circles. "Fuck," Frank whispered into the boy's ear, "Do you want Daddy's cum boy? Show me how much you need my cum inside that beautiful pussy of yours son." Joey groaned as he grinded on his daddy's cock. "Daddy is gonna get you pregnant now son." Frank said as he began to sweat. He wrapped his arms around the boy, pinching his nipples and making Joey squirm on his cock. "Fuck boy, You're gonna make me cum so quick. FUCKKKKKKK." Frank just breathed very heavily into the boy's ear, trying to stay as quiet as possible while he shot 6, 7 squirts into Joey's pussy. Joey didn't move. He let his father have his way with him and dump his seed into his pussy. As they calmed down, Frank noticed that the coach was standing in the doorway, smiling at them. "Dinner is ready boys." Coach chuckled. ---TO BE CONTINUED--- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories 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 any 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. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.