Brock, the bodybuilder at Gold's Gym, found his new lad, a new gym member named Chad, who he selected to train as his new pussie boy. But Chad, a good-looking, tight-bodied, straight teen, has been resisting all along the way. He gives in occasionally, but he is gut-level sure he will figure out how to escape Brock's seemingly vise-grip hold, to return soon to his wonderful normal life, and even marry his girlfriend. Probably, right?
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Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy
Part 2 of 6
"You can't do that?" It just came out of Teenage Chad's mouth. He didn't mean it, I'm sure. It just burst forth out of his anxiety. But it was wrong. I lifted one foot, placed it on his face, and pushed hard. He fell over onto the carpet.
"I can do any fucking thing I want to do with you. Do you fucking understand that? How stupid are you, you useless piece of shit?" He lay on the floor whimpering but gave Rick the username and password. Rick shook his head.
"I don't know, Brock, what you see in these sniveling sissy boys," Rick said as he looked about the three-room apartment for Chad's computer and entered the bedroom.
"I think they're cute. Help yourself to a beer. One of the cans has been shaken up, be careful. If you see anything of his in the bedroom you want for yourself, take it."
I told my new toy to get back on his knees. "Now. You told your cunt friend you couldn't see her. Good. Did you quit your job?" He didn't answer. Did you quit your fucking job?"
"Not exactly. I ... I told them I needed some time off. That I was sick. I can't afford to lose my job. It's a good job with a consulting firm, and ..."
I slapped him. Not hard. "Okay, we'll take care of that this afternoon. You fucked up, and you will be punished. Did you close your bank account and withdraw all your money?"
He nodded and pointed to a table where a pile of cash lay. I smiled. "Good boy. I'll check the paperwork later. And did you drop out of school?"
He looked scared or sad but nodded and then lowered his head in shame as he cried.
"Good. That gives us more time for our fun and games. How could you go to school, for instance, with a big dildo up your ass? I mean, you could, but it would make it tough to sit through those boring lectures. And your stomach would be rumbling all through class from all the cum you had swallowed the night before and the piss. No, it's better to drop out now. After I'm finished with you, you can always go back if you are still so inclined, which is unlikely. All right, now, we'll go and take care of your job in an hour or so, but first, I want to spend a bit of time teaching you some basic dick respect. Your job in life, your only job in life while you are with me, is to pleasure my dick! You can do this in various ways. Obviously, with your hand and mouth and asshole, but also in the way you look at my cock and in the way you talk to it. In the high level of respect, you show it. You must learn to savor the flavor of my prick. The smell of it. The texture of the cock skin and the dickhead. The salty taste of my balls. These things will fill your life, Chad, and you must learn to love them."
He looked at me as if he were trying very hard to understand. I had to give him credit for that. "I just don't think I will ever be able to like that stuff. I'm just not gay. I just don't feel that way. How can I learn to love that?"
"Through conditioning, Chad. Like Pavlov's dogs. You will soon learn that when you are not worshiping my dick, you will be in pain, discomfort, and distress, and the only time you are truly content and at peace is when you are loving and servicing my big fat juicy hunk of fuck meat.
His nostrils glistened with snot, and his mouth hung open slightly. So cute. He was trying to comprehend how this could be happening to him. How this could be real.
"My dick needs almost constant attention. Even sitting here on your couch talking to you, look how it bulges in my jeans. I'm what they call `oversexed' Chad. I need something to fuck almost constantly, and you are it. It's not my fault. It's not easy, Chad, being oversexed and having a monster-sized slab of fuck meat. I leak in my pants at the sight of a cute ass. When I try to date young dudes, they are scared shitless at the size of my fucker. What am I supposed to do, not fuck? And then, too, it's not easy to find a regular boyfriend who wants to be totally degraded in private AND in public. I mean, who wants that? So, this is the best way. For me to see a cute piece of ass like you and just take it and train it. Now I want you to lean in and bury your face in my crotch and just smell my dick through my jeans."
"You want me to do that?" he asked, hoping again he had misunderstood.
"Yeah. I want you to learn to love my dick smell."
"I'm straight ..." he whispered.
"We've already covered that!" I smiled, grabbed the back of his head, and pushed his face into my crotch. I humped my jean-covered prick against his face.
"Doesn't that smell good? That is man smell. I'll bet you can't wait to taste that, huh, baby?" My pants were getting wet from his tears. My big dick was also getting hard. So, I stood up and dropped trou. My huge fucker swayed and throbbed, not quite totally hard. A long string of pre-cum hung from the piss hole in the big fat dickhead.
"That's beautiful, isn't it? Isn't it, Chad? Tell me it's beautiful."
He wanted to look away but couldn't. "It's ... it's ... beautiful," he mumbled without enthusiasm. That would not do.
"Tell me my big fat dick is beautiful!"
"Your, your big fat dick is beautiful." He looked down.
"Lift your head. Look at my dick. I told you already your eyes are to always be on my dick, clothed and naked, especially naked. When my fuck meat is out, you look at nothing else. Now look at my dick and tell me what a big fat beautiful leaking cock I have."
"You have a beautiful big fat leaking cock." He muttered.
"Say it louder and clearer, or I will beat your nut sack with my belt."
"YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIG FAT LEAKING COCK."
"Ask me politely if you may lick my cock leak."
"Oh, God no, please. Don't make me do that... just don't hurt Billy, please... " He started to sob uncontrollably. This cute college kid was reduced to a crybaby. My dick twitched, got even thicker, and leaked more. This was so great. I reached toward my belt.
"NO... PLEASE... PLEASE... BROCK! MAY I... MAY I LICK... OH JESUS. MAY... I LICK YOUR... YOUR... COCK LEAK?" The last word sounded strange and strangled, like some foreign language.
"Why yes, you may. You may lean your cute face in and stick out your tongue and catch the cock drippings on your tongue and scoop it up and taste my fine gourmet cock slop leak."
The look on his face made him look suddenly like an old man. He hung there frozen in time, mouth half open. "I am waiting, Chad."
Then in slow motion, he brought his face to my dick. His tongue extended, and he caught up the string of pre-fuck onto it. The slime curled on his tongue, and then the string slid over to his lips and up across his nose. My pre-fuck was covering the face of this straight college kid.
"How can you lick it up if you get it on your face, Chad? Move your mouth so the fuck snot goes inside." I leak a lot. So, his mouth was soon filled with pre-fuck slop. He did. "Good boy. Now you may swallow." He did, but it wasn't easy for him. His entire body was trembling. Naked and smooth and pale and trembling. This kid was fucking freaked out of his mind.
"Now I want you to kiss my dick. Remember how you kissed my dick yesterday? Now, I want you to kiss it with more enthusiasm. Kiss my cunt buster all over. Kiss it on the stalk and on the wet head. Kiss down onto my fuck sack. Kiss it all over and make it feel real good. Kiss it just like a faggot cock sucker kisses dick."
He opened his mouth again, and little choppy glottal noises came out. He couldn't even find the words to protest. I gently brought his head to my prick and soon felt him softly kiss it all over. His lips were very soft and gentle. It was quite romantic, really.
"Now open your mouth a little like you are tongue kissing, so you can really taste my dick. This is probably your very first time really tasting a dick, isn't it, Chad? Well, don't worry. You'll be tasting lots and lots of dick in the days to come. Or should I say, `days to CUM.' But even blindfolded, even if you've tasted 20 or 30 dicks, you will always be able to recognize the flavor of my fuck meat. You will have it in your mouth so much that the taste of my cock will be a part of you. My ball sweat will be your cologne. Kiss around the ridge of the cockhead. That's a fucking big cockhead, isn't it, Chad? Imagine how it will feel opening up your asshole. That big dickhead has caused guys and girls alike considerable discomfort. But you'll get used to it.
"Some dudes say they never get used to it, that it hurts like hell every single time I fuck them, but if I fuck you enough and stretch your ass into a proper pussy, then it shouldn't hurt after a while. Right? You're trembling, Chad. Is that from excitement or fear? Your very first dick. A boy's first dick is a kind of special occasion, isn't it? You will never forget that first taste of dick. That sweaty dick flavor. Suck enough dick, and your breath smells like dick forever. Even your ex-girlfriend could be able to smell cock on your breath. And you are going to suck a lot of dick, Chad. Believe me, you are going to suck a lot of dick. Stop crying. Your tears are going to interfere with the smell and taste of my dick. Now, instead of kissing, start licking. Lick my big fat dick all over. You are going to make an excellent dick licker. I can tell that already. You have a natural talent for it."
And then suddenly, in the middle of licking my cock, he just fell over. He fainted. He just keeled over and lay there. It was all too much for him. Just starting, and it was already too much for him. I knew then that I had been too easy on him. He was going to need a stronger hand. He looked so peaceful, crumpled naked on the floor. But he was not allowed to tune out ... to faint in the middle of a cock licking session. So, I gave my fucker a few yanks and sent a spray of piss down onto his face. You need infinite patience to train a new pussy boy. He sputtered, moaned, gurgled, gagged, and turned his head from one side to another. He blinked the stinging piss out of his eyes. He was totally grossed out.
"All right, Chad, enough loafing, get your mouth back on my dick, and this time, it's going to taste and smell of piss, and it's your own fault!"
Sometimes, the remedy is worse than the illness. Chad had revived from passing out, but he was truly grossed out that I had pissed on him to wake him up. In fact, he was hysterical, and I had to bitch slap the little fucker to get him to calm down. He couldn't get it through his thick, cute college boy's head that what he wanted no longer mattered. He belonged to me now. I grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, dragged him over to the piss-wet carpet, and ordered him to bend down and suck the piss out of the carpet. He resisted again, saying he would be sick and couldn't do it.
I find that boys like Chad always underestimate their own skills and abilities. They need mentors like me to help them realize their potential. I wouldn't take no for an answer, and I put my foot on the back of his head and pushed his face into the piss carpet. While he slurped up the piss, I looked at his beautiful college boy ass. I grabbed the little cunt's hair and yanked him back to his knees. He looked absolutely terrified. I warned him that I would be really pissed if he fainted again! Then I slapped his face with my hard dick over and over.
I believe it was the first dick-slapping he had ever received. Now I know many high school and college boys play "Dick Slap!" It's a common game. They slap each other's faces with their dicks, to see who can slap the hardest and leave the deepest red mark or the biggest dick welt. If you have ample meat, you can do flaccid dick slapping, but most kids play dick slap with hard-ons. Straight guys do this after a few beers all the time, so I thought Chad would be accustomed to it, but once again, he fucking freaked out.
I decided a firm hand was needed. My buddy Rick was in the other room downloading all the shit off Chad's computer, names of friends, work associates, family info, everything we could use to keep the boy in line.
"Look, baby, I don't want to be hard on you, but you are not getting it. I told you we can do this either easy or hard, but either way, I get what I want. So far, you have made it fucking hard on yourself. Why not calm down and listen to reason. You only have one thing to consider besides what could happen to your 12-year-old bro, Billy. You have to do every fucking thing I say. It's that simple? If you just put yourself in my hands, you won't have any problems." I need to say that I would NEVER hurt his little brother, but since that is his big concern, I might as well make that threat. It's for his own good.
"You're a monster. You're a fucking monster." He spat out tears, snot, piss, and my dick leak all combined on his face to make him look cute.
I grabbed his nipples and pulled him off the floor, onto his knees by his tits. "Now, is that a very nice thing to say to your new boyfriend?" I snapped my bare foot up, catching him in the nuts with it. He howled.
"Is that the way to endear me to you? I've done everything to try to make you listen to reason, and you keep crossing me. You have gotten me so upset I don't even feel like continuing with your dick-sucking education. We'll move on to your asshole." I threw him to the floor, went to Rick's gym bag, and pulled out an eight-inch long, pretty hefty blue rubber cock-shaped dildo.
He screamed and tried to crawl away, but the poor cunt didn't know where to crawl. He started scrambling for his bedroom, and I just let him go. Rick dragged him back, kicking and screaming.
"No, please, Sir Brock, please, you can't do that. Please, not that! You'll kill me. I can't take it... please... " all kinds of shit. I got used to it. After a while, I stop listening when a boy is screaming. Again, these boys underestimate their own abilities. They have no understanding of the elasticity of their own assholes.
Rick and I kicked the son of a bitch until he calmed down. I sat on his chest, my dick bobbing and leaking onto his chin and mouth. "Now listen, you mother fucker. You are wasting my time here. I don't mind a little protesting because I know this is hard for you. We all resist change, and these are some big changes in your life. I understand that. But that is exactly why you need to work with me. Believe it or not, I am trying to help you. Why are you being such a cunt?"
"Okay, so I pull out a big rubber dick, and you fucking freak out! Why? Don't you realize that this rubber dick is for your own good? I want to help prepare you for all the big dicks that will fuck you. I don't want your ass ripped up. And I am sure you don't want your ass ripped up. The purpose of this dildo is to gently expand your anal canal to open up your rectum. It will stretch your ass lips and gently turn your asshole into a cunt."
Snot ran from his nose. Rick leaned down and wiped some of the crap off his face. We were afraid the kid would choke on his own spit and snot, not to mention my dick leak.
"You... you... can't do that. You have no right to do that to me! I don't want a cunt!" It was like he just realized what he said. His face got this comical look of horror. I almost burst out laughing.
"Chad, I can do any fucking thing I want to you. And I will. Look at all the info we got from your computer. Think of the damage we could cause with that. You have no leverage, no choice, do you? Think about it. You have no fucking choice. Now we're going to open up your ass. If you don't like the word cunt, you can think of it as turning your ass into a pussy. We are going to use you like a girl, Chad, to unload our balls, to dump our jizz. Your ass will become a permanent pussy. I prefer cunt, but as I say, pussy may sound better to you.
"Now, the purpose of the dildo, as I say, is to gently and safely open up your asshole. To stretch it. I know my friends will want to fuck your hole fast and hard. They are very rough boys who believe a fuck is no good unless you can hear their balls slapping on a dude's cunt pad. They don't mess around." I let my throbbing dick bob and slap gently against Chad's lips, leaving a trail of fuck snot. My balls rested on his collarbone. I wanted to make sure he could always smell and taste my dick.
"So, if your ass isn't prepared. If your boy pussy isn't ready, it will hurt really badly. It will be unbearable agony. I am trying to prevent that unbearable agony by helping you get your cunt ready. And instead of thanking me, you cause a fuss. That's the problem in our relationship. Now, Rick here will help me shoot some wonderful pictures for your brand new website while I help you with the dildo."
"Website?" The words came out with a thick, innocent, spit-slogged slur.
"Yeah, we will create a special website for you, showing your education and growth. That way, others can share in and learn from it, as well as enjoy your experiences. Think of the happiness you will bring to thousands of men as they watch how you develop and grow. Now, I need you to kneel on the cocktail table, please. Isn't that an appropriate name, COCK-TAIL TABLE? Kneel right up on the cocktail table, Chad, on your hands and knees with your ass toward me. My God, you have a cute ass, Chad. The guys are going to go nuts fucking that. If you think you were popular with the girls, just wait until you see how the guys respond to your cute ass cunt.
"It was your ass that first attracted me, you know, at the gym! I saw that bubble ass, and I said, I have got to fuck that! That was before I decided to turn you into a full-time pussy boy for me. At that time, I thought I would just pick you up, fuck you once or twice in the ass and mouth and let you go. But the more I watched you, the more I became convinced that you would make a good permanent cunt boy. I saw you were shy and knew you would respond well to humiliation and degradation. I started to wonder how low I could take you. Could I take you lower than the other boys I have trained? Could we set a new record together? Could I totally fucking destroy any self-esteem you have? Could I break you in body and spirit? And that's how this game came about."
Chad slowly climbed onto the low table. "Stop shaking and crying. I have been putting up with that for a couple of hours now, and I am sick of it. Now I want you to reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks for me, so I can see your cunt, sorry, your pussy." With trembling hands, he obeyed.
"Get over here, Rick, and take a look at this twat! Look at those pink, tight cunt lips. Jesus, does he need to be fucked. Be patient, Chad. You'll have lots of dick up there by midnight tonight. Stop whimpering. It does no good. Keep that asshole spread. I didn't tell you to let go of your globes. Spread those ass cheeks wider. I know this feels demeaning and disgusting to you. Having to kneel on a table and display your asshole for two hunky dudes. Well, get used to it. You will be showing your ass cunt to hundreds and hundreds of guys. You will get to the point. In fact, that's when you meet a new dude, you will automatically turn and spread your ass cheeks, just in case he wants to ram his dick up there."
I picked up the rubber dildo and continued to talk, "Guys are going to have a hell of a time deciding which they want more, your cunt or your mouth. Most of them will have both. Now, I will be kind this time and lube your ass with some gel. Ordinarily, we won't do this because our spit is the only lube you will get. That and your natural cunt juices will start flowing once you have been fucked 20 or 30 times." The look on his face was unbelievable. It was hysterically funny. Once the hole was wet and sloppy with lube, and he was mewling like a tortured cat, I started to work the huge dickhead of the rubber dildo into his asshole. I watched the pink pucker open to admit the largest thing he had ever had in him.
"Chad, I could start out with a small dildo, something about the size of a carrot or cucumber ... " I mused.
"Oh God, yes, please do. Please use something smaller. Please, I am begging you..." he sobbed, more from fear than pain, as the head hadn't even popped into his cherry hole yet.
"But... I think you should get used to the size of dick you will be taking right away. You would be amazed, Chad, at how an asshole can stretch. I have gotten this very rubber dick up the assholes of smaller-built guys. If they could take it, you certainly can. Are you a man or a mouse? All you have to do is ignore the pain and think only about how happy you are making me. If you make it your entire goal to please and make me happy, it won't be nearly as bad for you." Then I began to push harder. "Look at that asshole stretch. Oh, Chad, you will be happy to know you have a very elastic asshole. It will be a fully functional cunt in no time at all. Keep spreading those ass cheeks, don't make me angry. You have to help here. Don't make me do all the work."
Jesus, God, the kid was in agony. Truth be told, the asshole was pretty tiny. It was one of those pretty little rosebuds you swear never dumped a decent-sized turd. I should have used my fingers first, but he made me angry by fainting on me, so I wanted him to hurt a little bit. Well, a lot, actually. Rick had to stop shooting pictures and help hold the kid still, so I could work the thick rubber cock deep into his bowels. I don't mind telling you, I had to push really hard. A couple of times, I had to give the base of the dildo a good hit with the heel of my hand to get it past some barrier or other. Of course, Chad screamed and grunted and wheezed and sobbed. They always do at first. In a few days, he'd be taking larger like a pro.
"You got to learn to crawl before you can walk, Chad, and boy, oh boy, are we ever going to teach you to crawl." He was throwing his young head from side to side like a horse ridden for the first time.
"Try to relax, Chad; we haven't even started yet. These games are just the preliminaries. I am just trying to get you warmed up a bit." I shoved six inches of the rubber prick deep into his guts. He made sounds like it was coming out of his throat.
"You have to get used to this, Chad. You will be keeping this dildo or something very similar up your cunt all the time from now on. We want to keep you open so you stretch permanently and are ready for dick at all times, night and day." This dildo had a narrow neck near the base, so it also worked as a butt plug, which helped it stay in.
Just that morning, Chad had been a happy-go-lucky college kid with a girlfriend who loved him, a good job, and a bright future. Now he was bare-assed naked on his cocktail table with an eight-inch rubber dick up his asshole. He was being turned into a fucked-up cunt boy. How our fortunes can change in an instant. I started to fuck the dildo in and out of the boy's ass quite hard. Twice, he almost fainted, and Rick had to dick-slap him. Yes, Rick had his dick out now too. How can you blame him? With Chad distracted, I shoved the beast dildo fully into his super-stretched ass canal and saw those lovely ass lips snap closed around the narrow base. It was such a tight, secure fit that I don't think he could even dislodge it with both hands.
From someplace in the bedroom, Rick had found an eight by ten glossy picture of Chad's girlfriend, and now, just for fun, he stood in front of the dildo fucked boy, rubbing his leaking dick all over the face of the girl in the photo. That, for some reason, made Chad cry really hard. Now I made Chad raise his dildo fucked ass as high as he could. I slapped the base of it a few times and then took some pics of the blue rubber cock base sticking out of his hole. I forced him to get off the table and crawl around so the dildo would churn up his guts some. He was out of his mind with pain, really almost delirious. His face displayed that totally fucked-up look that I just love on a cute kid. I ordered him to stand up, which was a terribly painful struggle for him, but he finally made it. He moved like a robot, the rubber cunt stuffer causing him serious cramps with each move.
"Don't worry. You'll soon get used to it, Chad. You'll soon be able to run and exercise and do most everything with it up your cunt. Not only that, but you'll move on to lots bigger ones." He tried to step toward me, but his legs collapsed, and he fell to the carpet. We laughed and laughed. His fall just caused the ass fucker to resettle deeper. He howled, and snot flew from his nostrils, and his eyes grew red.
"Now listen, Chad, before we became distracted, you were learning how to respect my dick. Now, here's what I want you to do. I want you to squat in front of me. Then I want you to sit down on the dildo! Get it really nicely seated into your cunt, I mean, pussy. Then lift your head and lick and kiss my dick and balls to thank me for being so nice to you. I wanna see real respect for my cock and balls. I want a grateful look on your face. And try to smile. I like a nice cheerful cock sucker, and so does Rick. We hate all this moaning and crying. Try to be happy. Rick will let you lick and suck his dick and nuts too. And then we have to get dressed and go out. We are taking you someplace special. We might stop at your job on the way to see if anyone is still there so you can resign properly. But if it's too late, we can do that tomorrow."
Chad roared like a wounded animal as the rubber dick was forced deeper into his hole when he sat on it. It did cross my mind for a second that we were perhaps starting with too large a dildo, but only for a second. Chad could learn. He would learn to take anything that I threw his way.
It's not easy for an anal virgin to adjust to a huge rubber dick up his ass. Chad was in agony, which was fine with me. I fucked it in and out of his ass in several different positions. I made him stand up and walk with it in, as I knew it was stretching the inside of his rectum. Several times, his legs collapsed, and he fell down. I had him stand upside down, like a gymnast, and then lean against the sofa back to steady himself. With his feet in the air, I fucked the rubber dildo in and out of his cunt. He was pretty wiped out, and we let him collapse. Rick and I took a break to see what to eat in Chad's fridge. We made sandwiches for ourselves. I took the opportunity to have Rick take a nice heavy piss into a bowl of corn flakes, and we gave that to Chad to eat. He looked at it like it was an Alien being.
"Now, Chad, lots of food you will be eating from now on will have various bodily fluids mixed in. We want you to become comfortable with all human bodily waste products. So, cereal with piss on it is nothing very extreme. You'll soon prefer nice strong male piss to milk. Here, let Rick and I also spit into the cereal a bit. Now, you will notice I did not provide you with a spoon. I want you to eat the cereal on the floor like an animal. Stick your cute dildo-stuffed ass up in the air, bend your head down, and lap the cereal out of the bowl like a good doggie. All right?"
By now, Chad knew I wasn't kidding. He also knew I wasn't exaggerating. I expected him to do everything I said. Totally naked and in pain from the rubber dick up his stretched ass, he crouched over the bowl of piss-soaked cereal and gazed down into it. His lower lip trembled.
"Come on, Chad, we have places to go. Eat up. Get your ass up in the air, nice and high. Spread your legs a bit so your balls can be seen." We were, of course, stripping Chad of all dignity. That was part of the fun of working over a straight boy. He extended his tongue, touched the piss-soggy cereal, gagged, and puked something onto the kitchen floor beside his bowl. It was not a lot of puke but a puddle of putrid-smelling gunk. He coughed and cried a bit. He was pretty much crying all the time, a little whimpering as he slurped it up.
To be continued...
Oh, My God! What will happen to poor Chad? Is his torment over? You think? But there are 4 more chapters to go. How much more public humiliation can one cute straight teen take? Tell me what you think. I'm Bruse at gaydic@gmail.com.