It all starts at the bar when you begin talking to him—a man dressed in full leather and radiating an unyielding dominance. Having always been curious about the kink scene, the thought of a man like this introducing you to it is… intoxicating. The way he kept referring to you as “boy” in that deep, gruff voice, and the promise of training you and your muscles.
“Train with me, boy, and I guarantee you’ll never be the same man again.”
A bit uncertain, you follow him to a secluded alley with a large door labeled “Meat Processing.” Unlocking the heavy padlock, he leads you down a dark stairwell to a dimly lit room in the basement. The space is windowless and packed with heavy iron lifting equipment, with a single small cot in one corner. The air smells of cold steel and old sweat. It fills you with a mix of thrilling excitement and uneasy wariness.Â
“Take off your clothes, sit down, and don’t move, boy.”
You eagerly obey, stripping naked and sitting in the chair. Your cock begins to harden as he places a heavy metal chain around your neck with a large bell hanging from it, like something you’d see on cattle. That is, until you hear the buzz of the clippers and he says “Hair is for men, not boys.” You sit there on the verge of tears as the locks of your beautiful hair fall to the floor, again questioning your decision to come here. It isn’t just the hair on your head; when he finishes, every trace of hair is gone from your body, leaving you exposed and raw.
“Now let’s get that cock of yours under control. I’m locking this up to remind you that your testosterone belongs to your muscles now, not your hand." With that, you feel the cold steel cage clamp down with a heavy, metallic click, sending a shiver through your spine as your apprehension wars with the thrill at the thought of being his property to be sculpted.
“Let’s get to work, boy.”
You quickly lose track of time as he pushes you through workout after grueling workout. You struggle with even the lightest weights, but every "pathetic" and "scrawny" he growls makes you want to work harder to please him, to grow for him. Slowly, with every rep, you begin to accept that this is your life now.Â
“Time to supplement your training and get you growing.”
Countless injections of steroids, growth hormones, and who knows what else. Thick, chalky protein pouring down your throat between sets. Your body belongs to him now, and all that matters is getting bigger, stronger, more obedient. Rep by rep, you begin to lose yourself to the mindless repetition.
“Now you’re starting to look like some prime beef.”
He’s given you a new purpose, one you have embraced and excelled at: lift and grow, lift and grow. No need to think. The weak "boy" who walked down those stairs is gone, your frame now thick and heavy with aching, throbbing muscle. The clank of the bell around your neck echoes the clanging of the weights—a constant reminder that no matter how big your muscles grow, you are still his livestock.
“That’s my good bull. You keep working hard for me.”
You no longer have a name, nor do you remember ever being anything other than his prized bull. Veiny, massive, and completely stripped of thought and self, you kneel before him as the piece of meat you are… ready to be paraded, sold, and used.Â
“Gentlemen, let the bidding begin for Lot 173.”
Li was formerly a promising software engineer working in a large tech company. He was a lanky, unassuming Asian guy with an interest in kink. Despite his slight build, Li was a handsome guy with a decent frame. He mostly cruised around online forums and X looking for online doms to satiate its submissive cravings. Li eventually made the fortunate mistake of accessing his X account using a company device; which was picked up by the IT department and referred to the company's owner as a workplace violation.
The company's billionaire owner took an interest in Li and arranged for his capture. Li soon found himself transported to an unknown facility where he was subject to an onslaught of daily slave and dog training. He was quickly locked with a regular sized chastity cage on the first day training; and his virgin hole plugged with the smallest plug to start. The handlers at the facility told Li of their plans to mould him into the perfect trophy dog for his future Master.
Surprisingly, Li did not put up much resistance. He was nervous and scared but quickly accepted his fate after just a day into his training. Li was eager to start his new life and be transformed into a trophy dog. Li's daily training regime consists of hours of hypnosis and mental conditioning, reshaping his malleable mind into that of a dumb dog; followed by sessions of grueling weight training to build his body to serve his betters; and the handlers would finish the day off with hole training, which consists of stretching Li's hole with toys, plugs and fucking. Li's training session was also supplemented by a custom regiment of mind altering drugs and steroid injections, keeping him docile and constantly horny. His future Master was keen to see Li's transformation into his perfect muscular trophy dog.
Time became meaningless to Li as his training progressed. He was lost in a constant blur of horniness and pent up sexual energy. By the second month of his training, the handlers had downsized his chastity caged into a nub, measuring barely half an inch. But Li had been reconditioned to ignore his nub by that time. After all, Li learned to orgasm and leak from his nub cage just from nipple and anal stimulation.
By the third month, the person formerly known as Li was no more, and in his place was a mindless muscle dog, who was always eager to please. The months of constant hypnosis and drugs had taken its toll on the muscle dog's mental state. The grueling physical training and steroids have also reshaped the lanky guy into a muscle dog with a broad back and barrel chest. Its primary sexual organ, the hole now trained to receive fists and plugged with the XXXL egg plug when it's not being used, causing the dog to constantly leak in its tiny nub cage.
It is now ready to meet its Master and start its life as his trophy dog: constantly begging to serve and to be fucked and fisted by his Master. It is now the perfect trophy dog.
Hey bro, that woman who lifts heavy at the gym is really not concerned about your "she'll be looking/looks like a man" bs.
Do you think she puts so much work and effort to appeal to your sorry ass? She is most probably a sapphic, or into femboys, or into submissive muscular guys. Or into anything else, because why not?
Muscular women are gorgeous and they can do whatever they want. Let them lift in peace. ✨
For all those New Year gym resolutions out there…
Alex felt a wave of intimidation wash over him as he stood before Coach Jason Masters. The man was intense, but Alex’s friend—who now looked like a completely different person—had insisted that this discipline and intensity was the only way to truly change his life. "Relax, Alex. By the time I’m done with you, you won't even recognize the man in the mirror."
The first workout lived up to the reputation, leaving Alex trembling and drenched in sweat. As he gasped for air, Coach Jason handed him a thick protein shake. "My special blend," the coach said firmly. "It’s the only way to ensure the results take hold." It had a sharp, salty bitterness, but after a few gulps, a strange surge of energy began to dull the ache in Alex's limbs. He quickly started to down the entire shake. “That’s it, drink up Alex. You’ve earned it.”
By the end of the week, the intimidation had turned into an obsession. Alex didn’t just want the workout; he craved the shake as a reward. He began to feel more at home in the gym than he ever had in his own skin, looking forward to every session under the watchful eye of Coach Masters. "Great work today, Alex. I'll see you for another session tomorrow big guy.“
After finishing a grueling upper body workout at the end of his second week, coach asked Alex to follow him back to his private office; he hadn't had time to prep the shake in advance. Once the door was closed, Alex watched as the coach added a few scoops of powder to a shaker bottle before sliding his shorts and underwear down exposing his enormous cock. Alex looked on in confusion, unconsciously licking his lip, as his coach began stroking faster and faster until a thick load of cum erupted into the shaker bottle. As coach pulled up his underwear, he closed the bottle , gave it a few shakes, and handed it to Alex. In the back of his mind, Alex knew something was off, but he wanted nothing more than his post-workout reward. So he grabbed the shaker and began to chug the salty, bitter goodness, feeling coach's eyes on him the entire time. “I’m proud of you, Alex. You’re becoming exactly what I wanted you to be."
Over the next few weeks, each session grew more intense as Master Coach guided him through every rep, his fingers tracing Alex's growing muscle to ensure total focus. Alex loved the way his skin felt tight over his new, massive frame, and he spent his hours outside the gym simply admiring the sculpted muscular look of his own body. His old life felt distant and complicated; now, his existence was simple, revolving entirely around the next workout and the next touch. The ritual always ended in the private office, but they had moved past the shaker bottles. Now, Alex would drop to his knees, slipping coaches shorts off and sucking until the reward for being a good boy gushing into his mouth. “That’s right Alex. Such a good boy. Savor your reward for all that hard work.”
After a few months, Alex was unrecognizable. The shy, flabby man was gone, replaced by a titan of rock-hard muscle and unwavering devotion that eclipsed everything he used to be. As Coach Jason Masters caressed his latest creation, his touch send ripples of pleasure through the man, he admired the way the light caught every new ridge of Alex's massive physique. He leaned in and whispered to Alex that it was finally time to meet the rest of his "good boys." Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex’s gaze fixed on his master, the man who had remade him, and he simply replied… “Yes, Sir.”
