Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2024 00:26:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter14 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 forbids the boy to have an orgasm and insists that Joey wear chastity cage. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, Joey understands that he is a faggot now. He has his first competition, but it doesn't go as well as he had hoped. Unknown to Joey, but he is gradually becoming very popular in the bodybuilding world and the Coach has to keep him on a tight lease. 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 14 Joey was standing in the middle of the coaches office and flexing. There was a small audience sitting on benches around him. He was finally ready for his first competition. At 6'1", he actually gained 10 solid pounds of muscle and was a ripped 220lbs. Completely shaved smooth now, Joey looked like a Michaelangelo statue. As he went through his routine, the men in the room were quietly critiquing him with opinions. Joey was hard as steel and sweating as he flexed each muscle group. Suddenly, Dr. Sullivan, the therapist stood behind him and began speaking softly but loud enough for only Joey to hear him. As he spoke, he gently rubbed the bodybuilder's neck and ears. "Flex boy," he said as Joey flexed his double biceps. "You are such a good faggot now, aren't you Joey." The boy continued to flex (pause) "That's right, flex hard and make your Coach proud boy." By this time, Joey was used to the verbal coaching from the doctor. Joey felt that, since he became a faggot, the coach said his muscle grew bigger. Joey learned from Dr. Sullivan that being a faggot would make him a champion. Coach said it was good for him to know his place cause it made him work harder to achieve his goals. Joey listened to him but did not acknowledge him because he needed to concentrate on his routine. The coach taught him to ignore everything while posing and flexing, including anything done to his body. Dr. Sullivan gently reached around and felt Joey's bulging posers. Neither Joey nor the men watching, reacted in any way as they watched Joey flex. Joey knew this was also a test for him. He had learned that, no matter what, never deny or stop any man from feeling his muscle no matter where he was. He also knew that he could not touch himself without permission from a superior man. Joey didn't need the cage any more because he had proved to the Coach that he would obey. As Joey continued posing, the doctor actually began to rub his cock, basically masturbating the boy. Joey, of course, ignored him and continued posing. He wasn't supposed to get hard but he felt the blood rush into his cock as it began to uncontrollably swell. The coach spoke out. "Joey," he said, "you understand now that you are incapable of doing this on your own. You will need help from the team here in order to succeed or you are doomed for failure." Joey stared at the Coach and nodded as he posed. "You know you are a faggot now. Faggots need to be directed because they can't think for themselves. I am here for you Joey. I will help you become a winner now." The doctor was rubbing his cock inside the posers. Joey was now hard inside his posers. "Now listen," the coach said, "if you can't control your cock inside those posers, while competing, we will have to cage it up. That certainly will not look good in front of the judges." "Lets give him another try Coach," Cliff said from the office sofa. "Perhaps Cliff is right Coach," Dr. Sullivan said, "We could try anal stimulation. That might help to keep his mind off his cock and allow him to get through his posing routine." "Joey," the coach said, "did you hear the doctor? If you get hard, we will have to try other methods to control you. We don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of hundreds of people." "Oh Sir," Joey said, "Im sorry Sir but I can't help it. He is rubbing me and making me..." Suddenly the coach swung and slapped Joey across the face. "I think you were about to blame our wonderful doctor here for getting you hard while posing." "No sir," Joey almost cried, "No Sir, please, Im sorry. I'm so confused now Sir." "That's OK boy," Coach said, "again, I think your brain is overloaded and difficult to concentrate during your posing. Your brain just isn't capable to do this. I will do the thinking for you faggot. Remember, don't think about cock boy. Just flex." "Oh I'm trying Sir," Joey whined, "I can't stop thinking about how good my cock feels... ahhh, my clit feels, Sir." The coach walked to the doctor and spoke in his ear. "I think we need something for the boy to focus on while he is posing. Don't you doctor?" Dr. Sullivan just nodded, stopped rubbing the boy, and walked to the desk. He brought back some type of ball on a short stick. "I want you to focus on this boy." Coach said, "This will take your brain off your cock and hopefully will go soft. It's going inside your pussy so focus your brain on this and get it off your dick. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Joey said sincerely, "I will try". "Help me out here Cliff" Coach said as he grabbed Joey on the back of his neck. Joey was pushed over and held with his head down in Cliff's crotch while the coach abruptly pushed the butt plug inside Joey's pussy. "UGH" Joey yelled. "Shut up and get tough faggot." Coach said as he slapped the boys ass. "No noise ever, remember?" They released him with the dildo stuffed inside him now. "Continue your routine boy." Coach ordered. Joey became so excited that he did, in fact, focus more on flexing than his dick. After he finished, his fellow bodybuilders all applauded him. He felt so happy to receive their approval. "That was one of the best flexing routines I have seen boy." Coach said. Joey felt so pumped mentally and physically. He looked amazingly huge and now had a slight sweaty sheen to his muscles displaying them perfectly. "This might be the answer boy." The coach said. He really knew it was a farse but he wanted to increase the level of Joey's humiliation to show his submissiveness. The men of the bodybuilding club decided that Joey will be plugged during the competition. One week had passed since Joey was made into a faggot. Just before his first competition, the coach took Joey to the rest room and made him bend over. He had been given a new pair of pink posers that seemed smaller than the original pair. The pouch was so small that the shaft of his cock could almost be seen when he hit certain poses. His usual cock ring held his genitals tightly pushing them slightly up and forward, keeping them prominently displayed through the posing pouch. Joey had been given his daily pills and, even though he was slightly drugged, he felt strong, horny and ready to flex. "Hold still boy," Coach said, "this will help your performance out there." He pushed the thick butt plug inside Joey. Joey wondered why all the bodybuilders competing weren't wearing a plug in their ass too.... But maybe it was a secret and they all were wearing plugs too. Just as he entered the stage, something bizarre happened. Joey felt a vibration inside his asshole. He stopped briefly from shock but it was too late to question anything now, and had to continue walking to the stage. He knew the plug would help him concentrate on his poses but, now with it vibrating, he seemed dazed and confused. What was happening to him? They were like small electric currents inside his hole. To make things worse, he felt his cock begin to harden. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "what is happening to me?" He must start his routine. He begins to sweat. He starts turning red from embarrassment, but the audience didn't seem to notice anything unusual. At least not until his cock became almost fully hard inside his posers. Joey knew that he couldn't let the coach down and must focus on his posing routine. The plug begins to vibrate faster inside of him. He can't control himself and his whole body begins to shake. Just as he hits his final, most muscular pose, Joey feels his cock ring also start to vibrate. He felt his balls tighten and he knew what was going to happen. There was nothing he could do to prevent it. Again, he lost control. His cum begins to spill out of his cock and soak his posers, dripping onto the floor in front of him. Joey tries to ignore his own orgasm in front of hundreds of people but it didn't go unnoticed. The audience became completely quiet. Joey bowed and left the stage. His posers were soaked with cum and there was sperm dripping down his leg. When he reached backstage, the vibration in his asshole finally stopped. He looked for his gym bag but it was nowhere to be found. His coach must have picked it up and was holding it for him in the back of the theatre. Joey stood there looking dazed as the other bodybuilders just stared at him backstage. His sperm had filled his pink posers, which were noticeably stained and see-through now. Joey just stood there in a daze as he felt all the eyes burning into him. Suddenly he saw his father and ran to him. "Daddy," Joey said, "I don't know what happened." "Ahhh, you did great boy." Frank hugged his son as he guided him to the bathroom, "the only problem was you didn't hit the final most muscular pose." "Yeah I did Dad," Joey thought, "or at least I think I did." "No boy," Frank said, "It's a requirement too." Suddenly the Coach and several bodybuilders from the club came into the bathroom. "What the fuck happened to the final pose boy?" Coach said, "you bowed and left the stage before completing your routine." "Oh Coach," Joey said, "I thought I hit the pose. Fuck, I'm sorry Coach. I think I lost my concentration again." "Fuck boy," the coach said as the bodybuilders laughed, "I spent a ton of time working with you only to have that stupid brain of yours fuck up at the end?" "You were definitely the biggest guy out there bro," Cliff said, "You deserve to win but you fucked up on the posing. You'll probably be disqualified." "Noooooo," Joey cried, "something was in my ass Coach. It wasn't my fault." "Boy shut up," Coach said, "that was the plan and you knew it too. You just fucked up." "Where's my stuff Coach," Joey said, "I wanna go home." "Oh I left your shit in the car." Coach said, "you're going to have to just wear your posers outside to the car." "Coach no, please." Joey cried, "I had an accident and my suit is dripping sperm down my leg." "Boy, that is your own fault." Coach said, "your dumb brain can't stay off your own cock and you lost your hormone. Now, you'll just have to walk out like that to the car." Joey cock was still semi hard from the cock ring, but his posers were completely soaked now. That made his suit completely transparent now and the wetness made his cock completely visible. "Please don't make me walk out like this Coach." Joey pleaded, "Maybe my Dad could run to the car." "We gotta get out of here boy." Coach said, "Just follow me." Joey was paraded through the crowd wearing only his see-through pink posers that were soaking wet with cum and sweat. He also smelled like a sweaty sex whore. The coach grabbed his hands behind his back so that he didn't touch anything going through the crowd. Joey kept his gaze downward as the crowd parted to let them through and looked directly at his soaked crotch. He avoided making any eye contact with the judges. Joey lost the competition. He looked like a wounded slave as he left in humiliation. When they arrived back at the Coach's home, he dismissed Joey's father for the night. "Unfortunately for your son," Coach said as he walked Frank to the door, "Not only did he lose the competition but he has to learn a lesson for losing his concentration. He fuckin lost his hormone on stage in front of all those people." "Take it easy on the boy boss." Frank begged, "He has made huge muscle gains and, I think, was the biggest guy on that stage tonight. He deserved to win." "Agreed," Coach said, "he should have taken first but instead, he was disqualified for not finishing the entire routine. Call me tomorrow to come pick him up for the gym." Frank left. Coach Doyle smiled to himself as he walked back to Joey. He knew that he sabotaged the boy by installing the vibrating plug in his cunt right before he went on stage. He knew the boy didn't stand a chance once the vibration started. The Coach wanted Joey so dazed and horny that he couldn't focus on anything except his orgasm. Losing the contest would make the boy more insecure and submissive. He would be forced to stay under the coach's control and become more subservient and determined to follow his orders, no matter what. This was the time to take the next step with the boy and bring him deeper into his perverted world. Joey felt that he let everyone down including himself. Unknown to him, the coach received several phone calls and texts from admirers of the new young bodybuilder. Even though he lost the competition, they loved his performance. Joey was actually gaining notoriety as the himbo bodybuilder who shot his load on stage. All of this would help the coach with his plan for the boy to make some real money. He asked Dr. Sullivan to accompany them back to the house. He would help Joey understand his place with the Coach and keep him drugged just enough to solidify his submission. When the Coach returned to them, Joey was kneeling in front of the doctor. "Coach knows what is best for you to win faggot. You must do exactly as he wants or you will lose. You need him to make your decisions. You need him to make deposits of hormone into your body to make you huge. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey said, "I promise to work harder and do whatever the Coach wants." "Tell the Coach that boy." The doctor said. "Go to him and beg him to keep you as his faggot trainee and promise to obey him." Joey looked up and saw the Coach enter the room. "Please coach," Joey moved to kneel down on his knees in front of the coach. "Please keep me as your faggot muscle trainee Sir. I promise to obey you. I will do whatever you say Coach." The Coach stepped forward and pressed his cock bulge into Joey's face. He reached out to pet him like a dog as he spoke. "You know boy," he smiled down at the boy, "I will need 100% commitment from you. Don't worry about becoming a faggot either. Being a faggot doesn't mean you are gay boy. It means you will obey all superior men and take their cum if they choose to share it with you. Being humble and obedient is important." "Yes Sir," Joey said "We still need to work on your training boy and he must be punished for losing your cum on the stage in front of all those people. Punishment is the only way you will learn and improve. Do you understand?" He pushed his finger into Joey's mouth and waited. "Yeth Ir." Joey said while sucking the finger. "Ask me to punish you so that you can improve boy." Coach ordered. "Thir, wease unish me tho I can earn a imfrove." Joey tried to speak. "Good boy. Suck boy." Joey sucked his finger. "I also need to feel that you can control that faggot clit you have. You were very selfish on that stage faggot. You need to ignore any stimulation down there from now on. I will stimulate your faggot clit and pussy through out the day and I want you to act as though nothing is out of the ordinary and continue whatever you are doing. That will help to de-sensitize you to stimulation." The coach casually took out his cock and pushed it into Joey's mouth. The therapist turned on the vibrating cock ring and butt plug in Joey's pussy as he sucked. "Is this what you felt on that stage faggot?" Coach asked. "yeth thir," Joey said with the cock in his mouth. "OK, so no reaction whatsoever boy." Coach said, "This is what you need to work on. You will be edged through out the day as you are working at the gym and even during your workouts. If you show any reaction at all, your punishment will be more severe. You will ignore whatever is being done to you and act as though nothing unusal is happening." The therapist reached down and slapped Joey's cock. "No reaction boy." Coach yelled. He was slapped again. Joey didn't pull away and continued the methodical sucking of the coach's cock. "Focus on what you are told to do and nothing more faggot." The coach was fucking Joey's throat now. The therapist was now masturbating the boy. Joey knew that he was being tested to keep his focus on sucking and couldn't make any type of reaction to being masturbated. His asshole was buzzing and Joey naturally began to grind on it. Dr. Stevenson started fucking him with the dildo now. Joey made no reaction but knew that his orgasm could be out of his control. He didn't want to fail this test. His clit was dripping but Joey stayed focused on the cock in his throat. "Good boy" Coach said, "I am going to push my cock into your throat. Hold it and let it soak there. I don't want you to move or make a sound." While the therapist was masturbating the boy as he held his body very still. Suddenly, the Coach pulled Joey up by the hair and pushed his face over the desk. Without warning, he pulled the dildo out of the boy and slammed his cock into his pussy all the way to his balls. Joey squealed but instantly stifled himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed the desktop to stable himself. "You belong to me now. You are my hole. Just a hole for me to put my cum into. You work for me now and this is part of your job" He became more aggressive and almost brutal as he pounded Joey's hole. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to punish the boy to keep him as submissive as possible. He slapped the back of Joey's head as he fucked him hard, verbally yelling at him. "You need to be punished faggot. You know this is your test, faggot." He yelled, "If you move or make a sound, I will cage your clit away forever and withdraw you from any competitions." The Coach fucked him harder. "Keep his clit soft," Coach told the therapist who stopped rubbing the boy. "Slap his balls so they don't release any fag sperm." Dr. Sullivan grabbed a ruler and hit the boy's cock and balls. "UGH," Joey yelled. "Boy, shut up." Coach said, "hold still cause I need to dump my load." Joey squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not moving a muscle as his balls were being hit. The pain made him focus, just like they said. Joey wanted to be there for him, abide by his rules, and make the coach proud. There was no other choice. Joey would never deny the coach again. He focused on the cock fucking him and not the pain from the ruler hitting his balls. The cock inside him needed to cum and that's exactly what happened. Coach grabbed Joey by the hair and spit in his face as he grunted and dumped his cum inside the boy. "FUCKKKkkkkkk, yessssss you fuckin fag," Coach groaned, "take my muscle cum." He slowly calmed down and allowed his cock to slip out of Joey's pussy. The therapist immediately plugged his pussy to keep that hormone cum inside the battered boy. "Take him to the cage doctor." The coach said as he walked to his private bathroom. Dr. Sullivan picked up the boy by the back of his neck and led him to the basement of the Coach's home. Joey was confused and didn't know why he was being led to the basement. He didn't speak, of course. There was only a small light in the corner of the room but Joey could now see what was in front of him. "Get in boy," the therapist said. It was a cage. Something like a large dog cage with a rubber matt inside. Joey had to get down to his hands and knees like a dog in order to enter the cage. "You are being punished for losing your cum on the stage." The doctor said. "If you act like a dumb animal by not obeying, then you will be treated like a dumb animal." Joey crawled into the cage and the doctor closed and locked it. "This is where he wants you to sleep until you earn the privilege to sleep in a bed." Joey couldn't even sit upright inside the cage so he sat back on his heels and just stared at the doctor. "Try to get some sleep." Dr Stevenson said to him calmly. "I know you don't understand anything but you are a very lucky boy to be working with your Coach. He does have faith that you will learn your place in this world as a champion. Right now, you are just a dumb muscle fag. As long as you do exactly as he tells you, you will become a champion eventually boy." He walked to the cage and pressed his crotch against it. "He wants to give you another load of hormone before you sleep boy." The doctor said as he opened his pants and pushed his cock through the cage. "You will be taking lots of hormone from all types of men now. That is the only way you will win your competition." Joey immediately took the cock into his mouth and sucked. It was awkward because his face was smashed against the cage but he knew he had to suck out the hormone any way he could. The doctor didn't move but leaned over the cage to push as much of his cock inside the cage as possible. "You need to work for that cum bitch." Dr. Sullivan said, "Suck hard and you'll get your cum." Joey tried to swallow as much of the cock as he could. He wasn't as big as the coach so he was able to swallow the entire shaft. "Good bitch," he said, "you want that cum boy? Suck, suck." He gripped the cage and yelled. "Fuckkkkkkk yeah, swallow every drop faggot." Joey did exactly that and, as they both calmed down, he was quite proud of himself. The therapist didn't say a word as he put his cock away and walked to the door. Just before he turned out the light, he turned to the cage bodybuilder. "Think about tomorrow boy. Show your Coach how appreciative you are. Do whatever would make the Coach happy. Kiss his feet and lick his toes. Lick the sweat from his balls and asshole. Do anything that will make his life better. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey curled up into the fetal position. "Good boy." The doctor turned off the lights and left. --- 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.