Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2024 03:54:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Carbone Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter 15 TRAINING A HIMBO BODYBUILDER -- CHAPTER 15 NEW EMAIL: Bustermuscle69@myyahoo.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 has to be a faggot now in order to get the testosterone needed to win his bodybuilding contest. After losing his first competition, his coach realizes, in this chapter, that Joey has other talents. He makes a plan, with a "talent agent" for Joey to not only become a bodybuilding star but porn star as well. The boy has learned to be submissive and obedient with the coach keeping him dazed with drugs and loaded with sperm. 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 15 (This chapter is written from Joey's perspective) Even though I lost the competition, Coach Doyle said he was receiving emails and voice messages asking if I would be interested in modeling and doing some acting. I was elated and couldn't wait to start. The coach said that some talent agents were very impressed with my unique performance and muscle body on stage. He said they offered several job possibilities that would incorporate my unique posing routine and modeling at the same time. This had given the Coach ideas on how to make some money back while I was still competing. My dad knew that we were in debt to the Coach and that I should work to pay him back. "Boy, this process has been expensive for your Coach and this is something you should do to pay him back for everything he has done to help you." I knew he was right but didn't know what type of jobs I had to do to repay the Coach. I was hoping it would involve me taking more sperm hormones because I wanted to get ready for the next competition. I would do anything it takes to win this upcoming competition. Two weeks had passed since I became a muscle faggot for my Coach. I was now working full time at the gym. I was living in the Coach's basement. My paycheck went directly to the Coach to pay for my room and board. He said that working at the gym would make my hormone injections easier and more often. He would give me a sperm injection each morning when I woke before a started my shift at the gym's front desk. I was also given a special vitamin each morning that the coach said would "help me focus on men and muscle". After taking the pills, everything actually seemed slightly unfocused for me but as long as I followed the Coach, I knew I was doing the right thing. It also seemed to make my little clit, as the coach called it, swollen and horny most of the day. On certain days, the doctor would check on my progress too. Coach said it was important for me to stay focused on my goals and simply do as I am told by him and the doctor. Coach was right. After each session with the doctor, I felt better and stronger and knew I would become a winner. I was now sleeping in the cage regularly at night too. Coach said I was sleep walking and the cage would keep me safe. I didn't realize I was doing that but knew that I should just obey him because weird things were happening in my brain anyway. It was just easier for me to let the Coach make all my decisions and he knew best. Coach said he wanted to help me build a perfect body, and ass, to make men want to give me their hormone. The bigger my ass was, the more men would want to fuck me and give me their hormone. I did squats twice a week and several glute exercises as ordered by Coach. He said the more hormone I ingest, the bigger my ass would get too. I was working the front reception desk, in my spandex uniform as usual, when the coach walked in and, depending on the day, would call me into his office. I knew the drill and crawled under his desk as he answered his emails. I reached into his pants to let his cock soak in my mouth while he worked. He pushed me away with his feet as he stood up. I immediately stood and bent over the desk to prepare for my injection. He unceremoniously fucked me through the hole in my spandex shorts, and deposited his cum inside me. I focused on holding still, without making noise, while he pummeled my hole. After, he said, "Good boy," and walked into his private bathroom. I didn't need to dress because I usually wore my cum stained shorts all day. I made sure to plug my hole, as usual, in order to keep the precious hormone inside me. I went back to the front desk as though nothing happened. Later that day, after my workout, I was called back into his office. I knew that I wasn't supposed to shower unless the Coach allowed it and I was still sweaty with perspiration. I knew that I smelled very ripe too but that was normal for me. As I walked in, there were three men who were seated on the sofa in his office who stared at me as I walked in. One was my father, one was my black bodybuilder nemesis Cliff, and the third was a stranger. Dr. Corrigan was standing next to the coach at his desk. "Hello boy," Coach said as he pointed to my spandex shorts. "Hello Sir," I replied and then nodded to my dad and stared at the men sitting there. The Coach pointed to my shorts again. "Boy?" He said as he wiggled his finger. I knew what he meant. I slowly removed the spandex shorts and dropped them to the chair, standing there only in my sweat and cum stained pink gstring. I was no longer caged because I had learned to never touch myself without permission. My cock was always throbbing, half hard, inside the sheer pouch because I was rarely allowed to cum and my balls were full as usual. "You know my friends here faggot, don't you?" Coach said, "Your daddy of course and your biggest cum donor, Cliff. I'd like you to meet Mr. Kolbly. He is interested in learning more about that little accident you had on the stage in front of all those people, during your first competition Joey." I bowed my head because I knew I was bad and unable to control myself. "Don't worry boy," Mr. Kolby spoke up. "I think we may be able to offer you an opportunity of employment. Would you like that?" I looked at the coach confused because I really didn't understand what he was saying. "He is interested in hiring you as a model, faggot. " Coach said. I was so excited that I felt like jumping up and down but knew I had to act professional. "Come here boy." Mr. Kolby said to me. The doctor guided me to stand in front of the man. Mr. Kolby looked at the coach and said, "May I Coach?" I looked at the coach and saw him nodding. "Of course" he said. Mr. Kolby then reached up and felt Joey's bulging gstring pouch. Joey was getting harder by the minute as he displayed himself in front of the men. "Do you like showing us your beautiful body boy?" Mr. Kolby asked me. I nodded. "Do you like when a man touches you son?" I nodded again. "You have a beautiful son Mr. Carbone," Mr. Kolby said to my father. "He looks like a winner to me." "Flex for the men faggot." Coach ordered. I turned to the men and began flexing through my poses for them. "Yes, he is huge" Mr. Kolby said, "its only a matter of time before he takes the title." I was thrilled to hear that as I kept turning and flexing. My daddy was beaming with pride as he watched me. "There has been a lot of chatter about your unique display at the last competition boy," Mr. Kolby said, "and I am here to offer you a proposition based on your performance from that show." Again, I was confused but I kept posing. "Hold up faggot," Coach ordered, "I don't believe you even gave your father a proper hello boy." I immediately went to my dad and kissed him on the lips. "I said a proper hello boy." Coach said, "after all he is a very special man to you, isnt' he?" My dad grabbed my face and pushed his tongue into my mouth. We exchanged saliva for a few minutes before I stepped back toward the Coach. "Good boy. Good faggot." Coach said. I looked at the Coach and turned bright red that he call me a faggot in front of everyone. I knew I was a faggot for now, but it was still difficult for me to hear it. Dr Corrigan spoke up after noticing my embarrassment. "Don't worry Joey," the doctor said, "you need to be a faggot now. You know that. You need the male sperm inside you to help build muscle growth, right?" I nodded. "Speak up boy." The coach yelled. "Yes sir" I said loudly. "Yes Sir, what?" Coach asked "yes Sir, I know that I need to be a faggot to get the sperm hormone that I need for more muscle." "Good boy." Coach calmed down. "Don't worry, you're not gay boy, just a faggot." The doctor continued, "You love and need cum boy. Faggots love and need cum. So it makes sense that you will be treated like a faggot because you are one. Don't worry about being a faggot boy." The doctor walked to Joey and felt his ass as he spoke. "Think about it. In here, we are all athletes. We understand the importance of male hormone. You are very lucky Joey. Not only do you have a constant supply of cum here, but you are also in the only place where men understand that need. We understand that all that cum will make you a great bodybuilder and that is why you are swallowing and taking their sperm in your faggot cunt too." "No one here thinks your gay boy." Coach said, "No need worry about why you love cum. We all understand why, so there is no need feel embarrassed about being a faggot." Coach came to my face and looked into my eyes. "You love cum, right boy?" He asked. I nodded yes. "So you love cock because that's where the cum comes from." I nodded again. "Say it faggot." Coach demanded. "I love cocks because they give me cum." I said looking directly at the coach. "Good fucking faggot." Coach said. "Cocks are also fun to play with aren't they faggot. Why don't you go over there and show us how you play with your Daddy's cock. It has so much pure male hormone ready to feed you faggot." As I walked to my dad, he lifted up his ass and slid his pants down around his ankles. I could see he was already hard and throbbing. "Don't think boy. Faggots have men like us to think for you. Now lick the tip of Daddy's cock. The men here want to watch how grateful you are for his cum. You don't have much time and you have to learn to suck out their cum as quickly as possible. That means you have to swallow the entire cock into your throat faggot." I listened to the Coach as I sucked my dad. I know I'm doing a good job cause my dad is moaning now. I put one hand around the base and the other hand around his balls as I sucked as deep as possible. "Work hard on that dick fag and you will get your reward that you need. Now, sometimes a real man might not want to give you his hormone in your throat. He may have a different idea and want to cum all over your face. It's not up to you to choose and you have to be willing to take his load any way he chooses to give it to you." I listened as I suck and tried to nod. "He may ask you to open your mouth coz he's about to cum. You do that. You show him your tongue. You look him in the eyes, coz now you can't speak." I did as I was told, looking up at my father. "Now, through your eyes, you show him how happy and grateful you are. Place your daddy's cock head carefully on your tongue and jerk him off. You do that slowly now coz you don't want his dick shaking and spraying cum everywhere. That's offensive. You want to take all that precious cum into your mouth." "Im gonna cum on the boy Mike." Frank moaned and grabbed his cock. "Spray the boy's face Frank." Coach ordered, "he needs to know his place." All six spurts of thick, dense cum sprayed on my mouth, nose, eyes and hair. I opened my mouth as the rest of the cum dripped into it. I knew that I should not swallow until given permission. "Good boy faggot." Coach said. "You see how he doesn't swallow unless I give him permission. I think this is a good lesson for the boy, don't you gentlemen?" The men agreed as they pulled down their pants. Cliff was next. I knelt on the floor between those huge black thighs and leaned in to suck him. "No faggot," Cliff said as he gently, but firmly, pushed my head back with his finger tips. "I don't want that cum on me." I remained kneeling and looked at the coach. He just smiled at me and said, "You do whatever the alpha says and be thankful he is giving you his precious muscle cum." It was difficult to keep my mouth open without swallowing. I watched Cliff jerking off just inches from my sperm covered face. "So horny," Cliff said, "This is gonna be quick faggot. Now open up." I opened my mouth and tried to aim his cock head downward into it to get his hormone. After it sprayed one shot directly into my throat, Cliff grabbed his cock and moved it up so that the cum squirts hit my eyes and nose. I remained kneeling, with cum all over my face, and waited for the coach to give me something to wipe it off. I didn't know what to do and just knelt there with cum dripping down my face. Like Coach said, I could no longer think for myself. "Stand up boy," Coach said, "and don't touch the cum on your face." It was difficult to see as I walked so the doctor grabbed my arm to guide me toward the Coach. He led me to the coach's desk and pushed me over the top with my ass pointing towards the men on the sofa. The Coach kicked my feet apart and casually spread my ass cheeks open, exposing my asshole. I just knew I should stay quiet and follow his lead. "Don't get any cum on my desk faggot." Coach said as he slapped my ass. He continued, "As you can see gentlemen," Coach said, "there is no prostate stimulation inside him now. I would like to show you what happened during his first competition when his prostate is stimulated." He slowly pushed a medium sizes dildo into my cunt hole. I tried to stay quiet as it stretched my hole. Finally I felt my ass close around the butt plug. He pulled me to a standing position facing the men now. I didn't speak and remained obedient. The dildo felt huge. The coach pulled my cock out of the pink pouch. I was not wearing a cage. Surprisingly, he put a cock ring around my cock and balls. Instantly, I felt the blood begin to rush into my cock. The coach quickly pushed my cock back inside the pouch before I could get fully hard. I could feel my growing hardness as my cock stretched the stretchy pouch to the limit. "Now be a good boy and show Mr. Kolby how you show off that muscle body." I stood back up and walked in front of Mr. Kolby. Cum was still dripping down my face. I began my routine, flexing every muscle group. "I want you to show him how I taught you to be very sexy while posing boy." The coach said as he rubbed my naked ass. He slid his fingers into my crack and pushed the butt plug deeper inside me. "Did you take your pills today faggot?" Coach asked me. "Yes Sir." I replied with my brain now in a fog. "Good boy." Coach said, "by now you should be feeling very sexy right boy? Show me how sexy you are boy." Coach said, "you're better than the other bodybuilders, aren't you boy? You're sexier than they are. You want to show these men how sexy you are and how much you want their precious hormone." Suddenly, I felt the buzzing. The plug began to vibrate like it did during my first competition. I was becoming so horny. The pills and the buzzing in my ass made my cock throb as it stretched the pouch. I could feel myself leaking now, dripping precum into the thin material. I began to grind my pelvis in circles as I flexed my muscle hard. The movement made me feel the vibrator pushing harder against my prostate. My head was spinning. My cock was hard and leaking packed inside the pink thong. As I was posing in front of Mr. Kolby, the Coach was speaking but I wasn't listening anymore. I was in my own erotic space now. "Gentlemen," he said, "the secret ingredient is the male hormone testosterone. Our boy needs to ingest the hormone, organic sperm, into his body either orally or anally. This extra hormone is undetectable with conventional steroid screening, so this is the extra ingredient that will make Joey a winner. Joey here, understands that he needs this hormone to gain muscle size." Everyone, including Mr. Kolby, had their cocks out now again, and were rubbing themselves, "Joey," Coach continued, "has several men from the Hormone Therapy Club, including Cliff here, who inject him regularly. This extra hormone is what has given our faggot the boost needed to win his next competition." The coach walked over closer to Joey. "I think Mr. Kolby is interested in your special talent faggot." I wasn't sure what he was referring too but remember during the competition I lost my sperm inside my pink posers. That was so humiliating for me for that to happen in front of everyone. "I have kept the boy loaded with sperm," coach continued, "and without allowing him to ejaculate himself. This, combined with the drugs, will have his hormone levels overloaded to the point of no return." He turned to me. "You remember what happened in front of all those people when you couldn't control yourself boy?" "Yes Sir," I replied, "Im sorry sir, I didn't want...." "No boy!" Coach yelled over me. "What happened at the end of your routine is what interests Mr. Kolby. I want you to do your posing routine just like in the competition faggot." He turned to Mr. Kolby. "Please watch Joey now. His balls are over full. His posing, and dancing routine, has the vibrator pressing into his prostate but he will not be able to release his own cum without permission." The vibrations became more intense inside his asshole. I couldn't concentrate on anything except that glorious feeling and my own cock throbbing and rubbing against the silky soft material of my sheer nylon posing thong. I was unconsciously grinding my pelvis lewdly in front of Mr. Kolby, almost sticking my throbbing cock into his face as he sat on the sofa. "It does look like the boy is reaching the point of no return and this, gentlemen, is what makes him so markable as an exotic muscle model." "Flex harder boy." Coach ordered the boy as he slapped his ass. He touched a button on the remote and Joey felt the vibrator inside him go into overdrive. He almost collapsed. "OHhhhhh, fuck" Joey groaned. He could feel his cock leaking precum now. "Watch the mouth boy," Coach said, "In fact don't make any noise at all. These men want to see your unique muscle display and how obedient you are. Look at their cocks and how hard they are for you boy." I saw the men pulling on their cocks and stoking them as I grinded his pelvis to push his cock forward into the thin pouch. I wanted those cocks to breed me. Fuck their sperm into my hole and give me the hormone I desperately needed now. I was so horny and needed to cum. "Don't lose your hormone boy." Dr. Corrigan said as he read my mind, "You know you must wait until the coach gives you permission to cum." I looked at the coach with pleading eyes, hoping he would say it was OK to cum. "Ohhhhhh" Joey softly groaned as he flexed through his routine. "He seems to be very well trained Mike." Mr. Kolby said as he watched me and played with his own cock. "Flex harder boy." The coach ordered as he slapped his ass again. "Look at you. Your face is covered with cum and you're dancing like a drunken whore." I knew what I must have looked like but I didn't care. It felt so good to dance with the vibrator buzzing inside me. "I want you to kneel down in front of Mr. Kolby and smell his cock. Lick the head and get some of that hormone leaking out of it." Joey knelt down, keeping his as raised up to show the men how badly he needed to cum. After licking Mr. Kolby's cock, I looked at the Coach "Stand faggot." Coach ordered. He walked toward me and put clamps on each of my nipples connected by a weighted chain. It pulled my nipples downward and only increased my need to orgasm. Then, out of no where, as he held Joey by the back of his neck, he placed a very small vibrator into the front of his pouch. "Dance faggot," Coach said as he stepped back, "flex those muscle and do a sexy dance for the men." "Ohhhh Coach," I groaned because I knew it would be impossible to hold my cum back. I have never felt the need to orgasm as much as this moment. I knew it would be awful if I lost control in front of these men but also knew it would be impossible at this point to hold it any longer. I looked at the coach, begging him with my eyes, to allow me to cum. I groaned while I pleaded with my eyes. "Pleasssssssse Sir," I saidly softly "My faggot needs to cum gentlemen." Coach said to the men. "Put your hands behind your head and flex your biceps." Coach ordered, "Move your butt like you're fucking your bitch girlfriend." Fuck. I loved it. I started pumping my pelvis in front of Mr. Kolby's face like I was fucking my girlfriend, only inches away from his mouth. I was no longer in the real world. I was in a dream land state of cock. My brain was spinning into a web of horniness, thinking only of cocks spurting huge loads of cum into me and growing bigger and bigger muscle. Muscle. Beautiful hard sweaty male muscle with bulging pecs, huge arms, a wide back and boulder like shoulders. Dancing. Gyrating, my nipples were being stretched to the limit and my own little clit, as Coach called it, was ready to burst. Cocks. Hard cocks of all shapes and sizes. Thick viens circling the shaft with clear liquid dripping from the bulging cock head. Oh fuck I needed those cocks inside me. I couldn't get my brain to focus on anything but spurting cocks. A vibrator in my cunt hole and now one buzzing on my clit, making me stay on the edge of cumming for what seemed like hours but, in reality, only a few minutes. I was going to cum. I looked at Coach. "Please coach." I begged "You want to cum?" Coach said, "the poor boy wants to cum, eh?" I groaned. "Show the men what you did at the competition faggot." Coach yelled, "flex and cum." I hit my most muscular pose and held it there, squeezing and flexing with all my might. I didn't move. I felt the vibrators. I focused on the cum about to shoot from my clitty. I thought about big throbbing cocks and dirty assholes that needed cleaning. I thought about men slapping me and calling me a bitch, a faggot, a whore and a cum pig. I came. I came. I came so hard inside that used flimsy sheer pink pouch, filling it with cum and leaking to the floor. I knew I might be in trouble for leaking my cum. I stood still and focused on the seed spilling out of my cock. So much cum. I heard it dripping onto the floor. I knew it should never be wasted but couldn't prevent it now. I groaned so loudly during the longest cum of my life. I loved it. I didn't want it to stop but knew it wouldn't last forever and reality would come back. I didn't want reality any longer. I only wanted to live in the state of orgasm, one after another... again, and again. I dropped to the floor. I lost all my strength. I dropped my face right into the pool of my own white sperm on the floor. "This was quite a performance Coach." Mr. Kolby said, "but this mess on the floor could be a problem Im afraid." "Lick faggot," Coach slapped the back of my head. In a daze, I started licking up my cum from the floor. My face was also dripping cum from the loads that were on my face. The coach came down to me and pulled my head up by the hair. He wiped his fingers on my face and pushed the cum into my mouth. "You are a fuckin mess faggot." He said, "clean up this mess and get back out to the front desk." I tried to grab my lycra shorts but coach stopped me. "No no fag," He said as he grabbed the shorts out of my hand. "I will bring them out to you before the end of your shift. Now go." I quickly walked back out to the front desk and hid behind the counter as quickly as I could. Jason, another member of the Hormone club was there waiting for me. I had not yet been fucked today and I knew my pussy was ready for a deposit. Even though I just came, I could feel my cock swelling inside my panty g-string. "Hey faggot," Jason said, "What is that shit all over your face?" I still had dried cum all over my face that was getting crusty. "I can cover the desk so why don't you just get under there and take care of this." He pointed to the floor under the desk and I crawled under. I could instantly smell his dirty crotch as he pulled out his uncut dick. "I understand you need a deposit fag." Jason said. Cliff must have text him after my meeting to say I was available. Eventually, the coach came out as I was servicing Jason under the desk. "Good fag," Coach said down to me under the desk, "Put them back on after you get your load." He threw me the lycra shorts. I didn't stop my sucking because I would've been slapped. In fact, Jason was quick to fuck. He pulled me around to aim his cock into my pussy. I was still crouched under the desk. "Boss, could you cover me while I use the fag's hole?" Jason asked. He didn't wait for an answer and pulled me back onto his cock. It was so big but he didn't care about my pain and just fucked it inside me hard. "Sure, fuck the fag," Coach said, "I have some things to tell him." The coach kneeled down under the desk to talk to me while I was literally being fucked now. "Listen to me while you service a real man faggot." Coach slapped my face to get my attention. It was a difficult position to hold but I knew I should just do as I am told. I tried to stay focused on my coach. "Mr. Kolby had an idea," Coach said, "that we need to incorporate into your training from now on." Coach said. "You can't afford to lose any of that sperm in your balls boy," he said as held onto my cock and balls while I was being fucked. "Hold still and let the man use you fag." Coach said. It was difficult because Jason was basically using me as a masturbation tool, pulling me down onto his cock harder and harder, rocking me back and forth. My head was hitting the bottom of the desk. The coach reached under and rolled a condom onto my cock. "Even though you are not caged, from now on, you will wear a tight condom on your cock at all times. The condom will hold any leaking discharge from that clit and show me if you have any cum in there. Obey the rules boy and be thankful that you are not caged." He wrapped my cock and hooked it around my balls to prevent the condom from slipping off. It felt slimy on the inside like it was lubricated. He then pushed everything back into the gstring pouch. "That's stays on 24/7 boy." Coach ordered as he stared into my eyes, "Is that understood?" I nodded. "Mr. Kolby will give us an advance payment to sponsor your bodybuilding until you win the next competition." Coach held my sticky face with both hands and looked into my eyes again. "You must win faggot," He said sternly, "do you understand that? There is no option. Mr. Kolby wants you to perform exactly as you did for him, cumming while flexing. Next time you won't make a mess because of the condom. We will train you to cum on demand while you flex. This will set you apart from the others when you flex so hard that it gives you an orgasm on the stage. You're little "mistake" at the last competition is now what you need to do again to win the show." I had no idea what he was talking about but wasn't about to try and figure it out. It is easier to just obey and do as I am told. As a faggot, I have only been trained to hold my cum and deny myself an orgasm. Now, Coach wants me to cum? Coach said my special training will begin immediately. Meanwhile, Jason was ready to give me a deposit. "Fuck faggot," Jason groaned, "this is the tightest, wettest pussy I have had in a long time. FUckkkkkkkkk. I'm gonna breed you now, you little bitch. You fucking whore. Tell me you want my cum inside you." "Please Sir," I moaned, "please dump your cum inside my big muscle cunt. Thank you sir." Suddenly, there was buzzing in my crotch again. The coach must have put the vibrator back when he slipped the condom on me. Fuck, even though I just came, I felt my balls tighten and my sperm start to boil again. "Ohhhh fuck," I groaned. "Shut up fag," Coach said, "you want everyone to know you're getting dicked under the front desk?" He put his hand on my vibrating bulge and squeezed it as I fucked myself back onto Jason's huge black dick. "Yo, Im gonna cum in the bitch" Jason warned. "Hold still fag. You want my cum, don't you?" "Ohhhh, yes Sir," I replied, "Yes, please I need that cum to make me huge. Cum in my hole please." "Your hole?" the coach whispered down at me, "You mean your pussy. You mean your cunt hole, don't you faggot? You're a faggot now and fags have pussies, just like a girl. Pussies take men's cum inside them." "Yes Sir," I groaned, "cum in my pussy please." The vibrator on my clit was now going to make me cum again but I knew I had to ask the Coach permission. "Ohhhhh fuck," Jason groaned, "Here is comes fag. Take that cum. Ughhhhhhhhhhh" He held still while he was cumming inside me so that I could feel the throbbing and cum squirting from his cock. "Coach, may I please cum.. please" I moaned, "I can't control it Sir. It's going to cum." I was referring to my cock like it didn't belong to me. I couldn't stop the orgasm now. "Cum boy but you know that means punishment afterward." Coach said. I didn't care any more. I knew I would be punished for my own good because the coach knew what he was doing. I was a mindless muscle faggot now and I was happy. I filled the condom and collapsed to the floor beneath the desk. ---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 NOTE MY NEW email me at bustermuscle69@myyahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. 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