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It is a rule of life that the strong dominate the weak and the weak do what they’re told. And, while physical strength is certainly important in this equation, it is ultimately mental strength - strength of character - that determines who is strong and who is weak. The man who is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his desired goals will always triumph over those who are wracked with self-doubt or concerns for the opinions of others. A man - a Real Man - sees what he wants and takes it. It's as simple as that. That's the basic rule that has guided my life and, as a personal trainer, I’ve had frequent opportunities to put it to work for me. Like I’ve been doing for the past half year with Carter, one my favorite clients.
The moment Carter walked up to me I would have bet my life that he was a fag, though judging by his attitude it was likely he didn’t realize it yet. But that actually pleased me. As much fun as it is coring-out some dude who’s aching to feel your hard cock pounding away inside his pussy, it’s light-years more fun taking some boy who thinks he’s straight and totally bitching him out until he’s a cock-hungry, pathetic little faggot. And in the last six months, that’s exactly what I’ve turned Carter into - a cock-hungry, pathetic little faggot-bitch.
Most gyms don’t like it when you work out without a shirt, which isn’t surprising. After all, who wants to lie down on a bench in some other dude’s smelly sweat? But I had a special arrangement with Hank, the manager of the gym I worked at. Whenever I had a likely ‘prospect,’ he’d permit both me and the boy to work out shirtless. That way, my client got to see me half-naked and sweaty and I got the opportunity to fondle and feel him up in the guise of ensuring that he was using the proper form for his exercises. Just getting him used to having me touching his bare skin went a long way towards setting him up for the more intrusive probing I would eventually be doing in the privacy of my office. Of course, Hank expected to be compensated for all the grief he took from the other gym patrons with a piece of the boy’s pussy after I’d broken the client in, but I had no problem with that. I wasn’t the selfish type. As long as I was getting my fill of a piece of prime boy-ass, I was more than willing to pass it around to other dudes for their enjoyment.
From the very start, I insisted that Carter work-out shirtless. He was uncomfortable at first seeing how he was the only dude in the gym with his shirt off, but I told him not to worry. While his body wasn’t great - wasn’t anywhere near what it would be by the time we’d finished building it up - it wasn’t something repulsive either. No, it was nowhere near repulsive. Carter had a good natural physique which, while it wasn’t as built-up and defined as my own musculature or that of most of the dudes who worked out in my gym, was just the type of boyish muscularity that a lot of dudes really go for. Even before he started working out with me, Carter was eminently fuckable. And I saw it as my job not only to make him more so, but to actually start the process of turning Carter Stevens from a young teenage stud into a cock-hungry little boybitch.
As his sessions with me progressed, I became freer and freer with my hands, cupping and massaging his pecs to see how his pectorals were developing, fondling and squeezing his ass to check on his glutes. Carter was a little skittish at first when I felt up his body, particularly when I did it in the gym in plain sight of all the other dudes working out, but I played it like it was the most natural thing in the world for a trainer to be groping his client and, over time, Carter became used to it, used to me touching his body in ways he would have thought totally inappropriate just a few weeks earlier.
After about three weeks, I figured that the time was ripe to make my move. Carter had just finished his workout with me and gone to take a shower. I took a quick look around the gym and realized that all of the guys there were in the early stages of their respective sets and that Carter and I would be alone in the shower for at least half-an-hour - more than enough time for me to do what needed to be done. So I high-tailed it into the locker room, stripped off my clothes, and joined Carter in the shower. Just like I had anticipated, it was only the two of us.
Carter was a little surprised to see me since I’d never showered with him before and I could tell by the way his eyes lingered over my crotch that he was suitably impressed by the size of my cock, which was a nice thick 8-incher when fully hard. But I acted all nonchalant, taking the shower head next to him and soaping myself up. Carter had just started washing his back when I intervened. "Let me help you with that, Carter,” I suggested in a totally calm voice, even though my dick was beginning to stiffen between my legs.
I didn’t wait for a response. I just pumped some of the liquid soap into my hands and began massaging it into his traps and deltoids. Just like the first few times I’d fondled his chest and ass in the gym, Carter was a little skittish at the beginning, but as I kept working on his sore muscles, he eventually relaxed. I slowly worked down to his lats and then, grabbing some more soap, I moved down to my real target - Carter’s virginal ass.
Carter stiffened up again when I started in on his ass, but I quickly spoke up, telling him it was great to see how well his glutes were coming along. "All the squats that I’ve been having you do are really working,” I assured the boy.
“Thanks,” the teenager responded, obviously pleased by the compliment if still a little uneasy about what was happening. I'm sure his unease increased as I spread his cheeks apart and began lightly running my fingers up and down his ass-cleft, tickling the puckered anal opening of his still never-explored honeypot. And I have to give the boy credit - he had one beautiful pussy. Just looking at it, my cock became a throbbing tube of Man-meat, the pre just bubbling up and coating the crown. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer but I wanted to find something out before I made my move. So slowly I let my right arm snake around Carter’s butt and let my hand begin soaping up Carter’s pubic bush.
Doubtless shocked by what was happening, Carter tried moving away from me, but I simply increased my grip on his waist and lowered my hand until it was firmly grasping the boy’s teenage prick and, just like I’d expected, it was hard as iron. I knew it was now or never, so I pushed forward, drove Carter up against the shower wall, forced his legs further apart, and positioned my hard Man-cock right on his virginal fuck-hole.
“Hey, hey….what are you doing?” Carter squeaked out, his voice cracking in his sudden fright.
“I’m fucking you, boy,” I responded as I roughly forced my rigid boner through his puckered hole and proceeded to ram all eight inches of my big dong all the way up his fuck-chute. "I'm fucking you.”
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck,” Carter squealed in pain, as I ground my groin against his ass. "It hurts. Oh my God, it hurts. Take it out. Oh, God, please take it out.”
Not surprisingly, having finally achieved my goal ‘taking it out’ was basically the last thing on my mind. I was totally focused on ‘pounding it in’ - which is exactly what I did. I banged the fucking hell out of Carter’s sweet, virginal, boy-hole. My cock was super hard as I plowed away at Carter’s cherry pussy with him splayed flat against the shower wall, moaning and squealing, his entire anal passageway tight as a vise against my cock. Unfortunately, I didn’t last nearly as long as I might have hoped. It probably took no more than seven minutes to turn his formerly cherry boy-ass into a faggot’s well-seeded cunt.
Carter was just whimpering when I pulled my turgid cock out of his boypussy, which it exited with an audible ‘plop,’ followed by an immediate effusion of my ball-scuzz which promptly began slithering down his legs. "Well, that was hot as fuck,” I enthused, adopting an attitude that it was the most natural thing in the world for a young, teenage boy to get his ass raped in the shower - which, in a sense, is true. "But we definitely need to get you cleaned up before we go back upstairs,” I continued in the same vein, reaching over and grabbing some soap and gently washing the boy’s dripping hole and scuzzed-up thighs.
If Carter had been straight, I would have taken a much different approach - more authoritarian and more threatening, an approach that harped on all the damage to the boy’s reputation that would result if other dudes found out he’d allowed himself to be bitched out. But with a closeted gay boy like Carter - and I was sure by now that that was exactly what Carter was - I knew that a softer, almost friendly approach would work much better. After all, I wasn’t trying to force Carter to accept a future that he found disgusting and demeaning, a future as my fuck-bitch. I was trying to get Carter to accept the reality of what he truly was - a young faggot who needed a Real Man to take him in hand and prepare him for the life he had always been destined to live. He would still be my fuck-bitch, of course, but deep down he’d eventually be happy with that.
I led Carter out of the shower after I’d cleaned him off, amused by the way he was walking bow-legged after his deflowering, and helped him get dressed. Then, after putting my own clothes on, I told him that we needed to talk. When Carter looked up at me, I could see the warring sensations crossing his face but all he said was a quiet, “Okay.”
I brought him back upstairs and then steered him into my office. Across the gym I could see Hank smiling at me, knowingly. Carter was just the type of boy Hank really got-off banging the shit out of, and Hank knew it wouldn’t be long now before he was doing just that.
Once we were inside the office, I locked the door and lowered the blinds - I definitely didn’t want to be disturbed. And there, in the relative privacy of my office, I convinced Carter to strip under the guise of wanting to make sure he was okay ‘back there.’ Once I had the boy naked, I naturally fucked him again. Twice.
But this time, unlike his deflowering in the showers, I sweet-talked the boy while I was doing him, explaining how it was totally natural for some boys to be attracted to other boys, for some boys to want to serve these other, bigger boys the way a girl serves her boyfriend.
“It’s just the way some boys are, Carter,” I told him, as I plugged away at his fantastic boypussy. "Some boys are simply incapable of attaining the heights of their own sexual pleasure unless another boy is using him for the other boy’s own sexual pleasure. And, Carter, you’re one of those boys. And there’s nothing wrong with being one of those boys, with being a boy who needs to have a Real Man fuck him in order to achieve sexual fulfillment. It's just the way you are, the way you’re made.”
Carter seemed pretty confused by all this, a confusion doubtless exacerbated by the fact that in my office, unlike in the showers, I took special care to make sure that Carter came both times I fucked him, the first time in a truly massive explosion of teenboy scuzz that sprayed all over my desk. In the future Carter would know enough to understand that he was expected to slurp up any mess he made while I was coring him out, but that time I just ignored it, flipped him over onto his back and fucked him again.
I leaned down and started making out with Carter during that second office fuck and in no time at all the boy was kissing me back, eagerly welcoming my tongue as it explored his mouth. By the time our second sex session had finished and Carter was easing his shorts over his sore and aching boypussy, I had no doubts that Carter was what I always suspected - a closeted fagboy, ripe for training. And Carter knew that, too. I've been training him up ever since.
After six months of my personalized attention, Carter’s become pretty much of a fixture at the gym, getting a good work-out six or seven hours a day, seven days a week. And he gets a good work-out, too - virtually every guy in the gym sees to that. It helps that now all Carter ever wears when he’s in the gym is a jockstrap and a pair of sneakers.
It was hard at first to get Hank to go along with this new attire, but a couple private sessions with the boy convinced him of the wisdom of my suggestion. And it certainly helped that virtually every other guy in the gym approved of Carter’s new workout outfit, which isn’t surprising since it makes it a lot easier for all the guys to just shove their hard dicks up Carter’s pussy-hole whenever they feel the urge. And with Carter’s pretty ass always on display, there’s scarcely five minutes during his work-out when at least one guy doesn’t feel the urge.
Of course getting his pussy crammed with hard cock isn’t the only work-out that Carter’s been getting at the gym. There seems a general consensus that the boy’s ass looks best when it’s a glowing red and the jocks in the gym keep it that way by routinely spanking Carter in between cunt-corings. With all the help he gets from the gym regulars, Carter never leaves the place without a burning ass and a full and leaking boy-quim.
As his trainer, I take a certain amount of pride in how far Carter has come in such a relatively short period of time. He's gone from a closeted fagboy to an out-and-out cum-junkie who just can’t seem to get enough hard Man-cock stuffed up his boycunt. And his muscles - his thigh muscles in particular - are clearly larger since he started training with me. Of course, so is his boy-hole, though I can’t take sole credit for that. I've had a lot of help there - the whole gym has pitched in, you might say. And the way virtually every regular seems eager to help, I’ve got to believe that Carter’s pussy has inches more to grow. And that’s one series of workouts I’m sure Carter will enjoy. He really is quite the cum-whore now. He really is. I trained that boy up right.
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It is a rule of life that the strong dominate the weak and the weak do what they’re told. And, while physical strength is certainly important in this equation, it is ultimately mental strength - strength of character - that determines who is strong and who is weak. The man who is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his desired goals will always triumph over those who are wracked with self-doubt or concerns for the opinions of others. A man - a Real Man - sees what he wants and takes it. It's as simple as that. That's the basic rule that has guided my life and, as a personal trainer, I’ve had frequent opportunities to put it to work for me. Like I’ve been doing for the past half year with Carter, one my favorite clients.
The moment Carter walked up to me I would have bet my life that he was a fag, though judging by his attitude it was likely he didn’t realize it yet. But that actually pleased me. As much fun as it is coring-out some dude who’s aching to feel your hard cock pounding away inside his pussy, it’s light-years more fun taking some boy who thinks he’s straight and totally bitching him out until he’s a cock-hungry, pathetic little faggot. And in the last six months, that’s exactly what I’ve turned Carter into - a cock-hungry, pathetic little faggot-bitch.
Most gyms don’t like it when you work out without a shirt, which isn’t surprising. After all, who wants to lie down on a bench in some other dude’s smelly sweat? But I had a special arrangement with Hank, the manager of the gym I worked at. Whenever I had a likely ‘prospect,’ he’d permit both me and the boy to work out shirtless. That way, my client got to see me half-naked and sweaty and I got the opportunity to fondle and feel him up in the guise of ensuring that he was using the proper form for his exercises. Just getting him used to having me touching his bare skin went a long way towards setting him up for the more intrusive probing I would eventually be doing in the privacy of my office. Of course, Hank expected to be compensated for all the grief he took from the other gym patrons with a piece of the boy’s pussy after I’d broken the client in, but I had no problem with that. I wasn’t the selfish type. As long as I was getting my fill of a piece of prime boy-ass, I was more than willing to pass it around to other dudes for their enjoyment.
From the very start, I insisted that Carter work-out shirtless. He was uncomfortable at first seeing how he was the only dude in the gym with his shirt off, but I told him not to worry. While his body wasn’t great - wasn’t anywhere near what it would be by the time we’d finished building it up - it wasn’t something repulsive either. No, it was nowhere near repulsive. Carter had a good natural physique which, while it wasn’t as built-up and defined as my own musculature or that of most of the dudes who worked out in my gym, was just the type of boyish muscularity that a lot of dudes really go for. Even before he started working out with me, Carter was eminently fuckable. And I saw it as my job not only to make him more so, but to actually start the process of turning Carter Stevens from a young teenage stud into a cock-hungry little boybitch.
As his sessions with me progressed, I became freer and freer with my hands, cupping and massaging his pecs to see how his pectorals were developing, fondling and squeezing his ass to check on his glutes. Carter was a little skittish at first when I felt up his body, particularly when I did it in the gym in plain sight of all the other dudes working out, but I played it like it was the most natural thing in the world for a trainer to be groping his client and, over time, Carter became used to it, used to me touching his body in ways he would have thought totally inappropriate just a few weeks earlier.
After about three weeks, I figured that the time was ripe to make my move. Carter had just finished his workout with me and gone to take a shower. I took a quick look around the gym and realized that all of the guys there were in the early stages of their respective sets and that Carter and I would be alone in the shower for at least half-an-hour - more than enough time for me to do what needed to be done. So I high-tailed it into the locker room, stripped off my clothes, and joined Carter in the shower. Just like I had anticipated, it was only the two of us.
Carter was a little surprised to see me since I’d never showered with him before and I could tell by the way his eyes lingered over my crotch that he was suitably impressed by the size of my cock, which was a nice thick 8-incher when fully hard. But I acted all nonchalant, taking the shower head next to him and soaping myself up. Carter had just started washing his back when I intervened. "Let me help you with that, Carter,” I suggested in a totally calm voice, even though my dick was beginning to stiffen between my legs.
I didn’t wait for a response. I just pumped some of the liquid soap into my hands and began massaging it into his traps and deltoids. Just like the first few times I’d fondled his chest and ass in the gym, Carter was a little skittish at the beginning, but as I kept working on his sore muscles, he eventually relaxed. I slowly worked down to his lats and then, grabbing some more soap, I moved down to my real target - Carter’s virginal ass.
Carter stiffened up again when I started in on his ass, but I quickly spoke up, telling him it was great to see how well his glutes were coming along. "All the squats that I’ve been having you do are really working,” I assured the boy.
“Thanks,” the teenager responded, obviously pleased by the compliment if still a little uneasy about what was happening. I'm sure his unease increased as I spread his cheeks apart and began lightly running my fingers up and down his ass-cleft, tickling the puckered anal opening of his still never-explored honeypot. And I have to give the boy credit - he had one beautiful pussy. Just looking at it, my cock became a throbbing tube of Man-meat, the pre just bubbling up and coating the crown. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer but I wanted to find something out before I made my move. So slowly I let my right arm snake around Carter’s butt and let my hand begin soaping up Carter’s pubic bush.
Doubtless shocked by what was happening, Carter tried moving away from me, but I simply increased my grip on his waist and lowered my hand until it was firmly grasping the boy’s teenage prick and, just like I’d expected, it was hard as iron. I knew it was now or never, so I pushed forward, drove Carter up against the shower wall, forced his legs further apart, and positioned my hard Man-cock right on his virginal fuck-hole.
“Hey, hey….what are you doing?” Carter squeaked out, his voice cracking in his sudden fright.
“I’m fucking you, boy,” I responded as I roughly forced my rigid boner through his puckered hole and proceeded to ram all eight inches of my big dong all the way up his fuck-chute. "I'm fucking you.”
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck,” Carter squealed in pain, as I ground my groin against his ass. "It hurts. Oh my God, it hurts. Take it out. Oh, God, please take it out.”
Not surprisingly, having finally achieved my goal ‘taking it out’ was basically the last thing on my mind. I was totally focused on ‘pounding it in’ - which is exactly what I did. I banged the fucking hell out of Carter’s sweet, virginal, boy-hole. My cock was super hard as I plowed away at Carter’s cherry pussy with him splayed flat against the shower wall, moaning and squealing, his entire anal passageway tight as a vise against my cock. Unfortunately, I didn’t last nearly as long as I might have hoped. It probably took no more than seven minutes to turn his formerly cherry boy-ass into a faggot’s well-seeded cunt.
Carter was just whimpering when I pulled my turgid cock out of his boypussy, which it exited with an audible ‘plop,’ followed by an immediate effusion of my ball-scuzz which promptly began slithering down his legs. "Well, that was hot as fuck,” I enthused, adopting an attitude that it was the most natural thing in the world for a young, teenage boy to get his ass raped in the shower - which, in a sense, is true. "But we definitely need to get you cleaned up before we go back upstairs,” I continued in the same vein, reaching over and grabbing some soap and gently washing the boy’s dripping hole and scuzzed-up thighs.
If Carter had been straight, I would have taken a much different approach - more authoritarian and more threatening, an approach that harped on all the damage to the boy’s reputation that would result if other dudes found out he’d allowed himself to be bitched out. But with a closeted gay boy like Carter - and I was sure by now that that was exactly what Carter was - I knew that a softer, almost friendly approach would work much better. After all, I wasn’t trying to force Carter to accept a future that he found disgusting and demeaning, a future as my fuck-bitch. I was trying to get Carter to accept the reality of what he truly was - a young faggot who needed a Real Man to take him in hand and prepare him for the life he had always been destined to live. He would still be my fuck-bitch, of course, but deep down he’d eventually be happy with that.
I led Carter out of the shower after I’d cleaned him off, amused by the way he was walking bow-legged after his deflowering, and helped him get dressed. Then, after putting my own clothes on, I told him that we needed to talk. When Carter looked up at me, I could see the warring sensations crossing his face but all he said was a quiet, “Okay.”
I brought him back upstairs and then steered him into my office. Across the gym I could see Hank smiling at me, knowingly. Carter was just the type of boy Hank really got-off banging the shit out of, and Hank knew it wouldn’t be long now before he was doing just that.
Once we were inside the office, I locked the door and lowered the blinds - I definitely didn’t want to be disturbed. And there, in the relative privacy of my office, I convinced Carter to strip under the guise of wanting to make sure he was okay ‘back there.’ Once I had the boy naked, I naturally fucked him again. Twice.
But this time, unlike his deflowering in the showers, I sweet-talked the boy while I was doing him, explaining how it was totally natural for some boys to be attracted to other boys, for some boys to want to serve these other, bigger boys the way a girl serves her boyfriend.
“It’s just the way some boys are, Carter,” I told him, as I plugged away at his fantastic boypussy. "Some boys are simply incapable of attaining the heights of their own sexual pleasure unless another boy is using him for the other boy’s own sexual pleasure. And, Carter, you’re one of those boys. And there’s nothing wrong with being one of those boys, with being a boy who needs to have a Real Man fuck him in order to achieve sexual fulfillment. It's just the way you are, the way you’re made.”
Carter seemed pretty confused by all this, a confusion doubtless exacerbated by the fact that in my office, unlike in the showers, I took special care to make sure that Carter came both times I fucked him, the first time in a truly massive explosion of teenboy scuzz that sprayed all over my desk. In the future Carter would know enough to understand that he was expected to slurp up any mess he made while I was coring him out, but that time I just ignored it, flipped him over onto his back and fucked him again.
I leaned down and started making out with Carter during that second office fuck and in no time at all the boy was kissing me back, eagerly welcoming my tongue as it explored his mouth. By the time our second sex session had finished and Carter was easing his shorts over his sore and aching boypussy, I had no doubts that Carter was what I always suspected - a closeted fagboy, ripe for training. And Carter knew that, too. I've been training him up ever since.
After six months of my personalized attention, Carter’s become pretty much of a fixture at the gym, getting a good work-out six or seven hours a day, seven days a week. And he gets a good work-out, too - virtually every guy in the gym sees to that. It helps that now all Carter ever wears when he’s in the gym is a jockstrap and a pair of sneakers.
It was hard at first to get Hank to go along with this new attire, but a couple private sessions with the boy convinced him of the wisdom of my suggestion. And it certainly helped that virtually every other guy in the gym approved of Carter’s new workout outfit, which isn’t surprising since it makes it a lot easier for all the guys to just shove their hard dicks up Carter’s pussy-hole whenever they feel the urge. And with Carter’s pretty ass always on display, there’s scarcely five minutes during his work-out when at least one guy doesn’t feel the urge.
Of course getting his pussy crammed with hard cock isn’t the only work-out that Carter’s been getting at the gym. There seems a general consensus that the boy’s ass looks best when it’s a glowing red and the jocks in the gym keep it that way by routinely spanking Carter in between cunt-corings. With all the help he gets from the gym regulars, Carter never leaves the place without a burning ass and a full and leaking boy-quim.
As his trainer, I take a certain amount of pride in how far Carter has come in such a relatively short period of time. He's gone from a closeted fagboy to an out-and-out cum-junkie who just can’t seem to get enough hard Man-cock stuffed up his boycunt. And his muscles - his thigh muscles in particular - are clearly larger since he started training with me. Of course, so is his boy-hole, though I can’t take sole credit for that. I've had a lot of help there - the whole gym has pitched in, you might say. And the way virtually every regular seems eager to help, I’ve got to believe that Carter’s pussy has inches more to grow. And that’s one series of workouts I’m sure Carter will enjoy. He really is quite the cum-whore now. He really is. I trained that boy up right.