Goldenglobes Part 2


by Stroker Al <Letsknf@netscape.net>

Part two: Bubbas workout

"Think fast, Assingham," came the voice of Herbert Bean in to the nearly deserted locker room as Bubbas naked hulk froze in place, his big toe just stepping through the waistband of his green lycra shorts. Around the corner of the last locker in the right hand row appeared the head and shoulder of the nutrition researcher, along with a clear plastic vial containing dozens of capsules, which he shook for emphasis as he spoke.

"Youve got exactly one minute—thats 60 seconds--from the moment I stop talking to make up your mind if you REALLY want to be the first athlete to benefit from my new discovery, Glutemax, or if you would prefer to let that honor go to Biff Beefcake, who has also expressed interest. Ill take Biff If I must, but frankly, Bubba, we both know that you were BORN for this opportunity. It really only remains to be seen if you have the balls and the priorities it will take to develop a world champion ass in my single, non-stop nutrition and exercise course. Ill be locking the door to weight room 7b behind me in one minute, and if you choose to follow me through that door, Bubba, I will deny Mr. Beefcakes application and lock him out of the room for the duration of your course. Youll have just time enough to pull on those lovely lime green shorts of yours before you dash off for the weight room, but Id suggest you leave everything else behind, or youll be late."

With that, Herbert shook his vial of capsules one last time and sprinted out of the locker room.

"But wait," spluttered Bubba, bending over to pull the skimpy, skin-tight shorts up his huge thighs and ass. "Whaddabout my job....uh,.......Im supposed to meet my girlfriend, Chita, for dinner at Chumleys....my wallets in my locker......OH _f_u_c_k_ IT!" he cried, and tore off after Bean, barefoot and clad only in his favorite shorts, confident that once he got his foot in the weight room door he could intimidate the nerdy little nutritionist into letting him run back to collect his things and make the necessary arrangements for disrupting his life thru half a dozen calls on his cell phone.

"Look at that steroid slut go!" sneered Buddy King to Muggs Meatman as they stepped together from behind a row of lockers, where they had just overheard but not quite understood the interaction between Bean and Bubba.

"Hey, looks like somebodys abandoned a $500 gym bag......"

"And some _d_a_m_n_ed fine sneakers."

"Must be tired of these khakis and boxers...and the wallet inside."

"And the keys to his red Jeep Cherokee."

The hastily abandoned wallet was quickly searched. "Think the big titty broad in this photo is Bubbas girlfriend? Guess I can call Chumleys and find out what time the dinner reservation is for," chuckled the Meatman. "Shell need a shoulder to cry on when she figures out her boyfriend stood her up."

Many patrons witnessed the sight of the nearly naked Bubba hurtling across the busy gym in hot pursuit of some non-descript, skinny little nerd, but no one correctly interpreted what they were seeing, partly because the door to weight room 7b happened to be only a few feet away from one of the main entrances to the gym. The few men who were paying any attention were left with the impression that the wild-eyed bubba had actually chased the wimpy guy right out the door into the street, rather than following him into a rarely-used weight room.

"Beefcake!" roared Bubba when he spotted his rival Biff sprawled on his stomach across an unusual-looking exercise bench in the center of the room, surrounded by what looked like hi tech medical equipment. The fact that Biff was wearing nothing but a jockstrap that exposed a jawdroppingly handsome butt, almost as bulbous as Bubbas, increased the panicked bodybuilders urgency to act.

"Get the _f_u_c_k_ outta here! Glutemax was developed for ME, not you! Right, Dr. Bean?" he cried, looking all around him for a glimpse of the nutritionist.

"Save your energy for your workout, Mr. Assingham," said Herbert calmly as he stood up and came into Bubbas view from behind the large machine on wheels which he had just finished plugging into an extension cord. "Mr. Beefcake understood all along that you would probably choose not to pass up this opportunity, and has agreed to leave us alone without a confrontation. Isnt that right, Biff?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Bean," replied Beefcake meekly and with a twinge of sadness in his curiously hushed voice—a voice that Bubba was used to hearing at top volume until it was made hoarse from arguing about sports and other testostronal topics. With relief Bubba watched his rival get on his feet, shake the Dr. s hand and saunter towards the door with his head hung in disappointment, and his big beautiful cheeks swaying between their cream-colored elastic straps

"Of course to show his gratitude for your cooperation, Mr. Assingham will have no objections to your assisting us as a spotter and assisting me with his nutrition various times throughout the course, Mr. Beefcake," smiled Bean. "Isnt that right, Bubba?"

"Y-yes sir," stammered Bubba awkwardly, embarrassed to have automatically emulated the bizarre tone of servility that had so shocked him coming from Biff, but too insecure about the certainty of his place in the course to defy it—particularly with his dangerously voluptuous rival still in the room.

Biff stopped, turned and nodded towards them in a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you. Dr. Bean. Thank you, Bubba." He then reached for his gymshorts and took them from the wall hook where he had hung them some time earlier, and left the room without even taking the extra few seconds it would have taken to first put them on before emerging into the crowded main hall of the gym. Any other day Bubba would have assumed Biff did it to show off his huge basket and big butt cheeks to the other guys, but today he had the disturbing sense that Biffs only concern was to stay in the Dr. s good graces and to not delay his work a second longer than he needed.

Thus, when the cold, heavy metallic door of the weight room slammed shut and clicked behind the departing tragic Herculean figure, the underlying effect on Bubba was sobering and even chilling of his natural inclinations to be abrasive and confrontational. He was beginning a two week leap into an unknown, possibly grueling experience with the definite sense that someone would be waiting in the wings the whole time to take his place if the nerdy Dr. took offence at him or objected to him in some way.

Outside the door, Biff obediently walked across the crowded gym towards the locker room in his just his meatily stuffed jockstrap, drawing the attention of every onlooker in the place, so that none of them, therefore, would notice the bribed maintenance worker putting up the CLOSED FOR REPAIRS sign on the door of weight room 7b.

Herbert Bean gazed at his subjects profile for a minute or two as the muscular man waited, straddling the modified workout bench. The sense that Bean was in some way like an artist about to attack a big block of marble to sculpt a physical superman was enhanced by the likeness he saw between the momentarily calm and humble Bubba and the seated youths from Michelangelos ceiling paintings in the Sistine Chapel. If you ignored the lime green lycra, Bean mused, Assinghams choice rear flanks and thunder thighs matched the classic images so closely that anyone could be convinced Bubba had descended from the very Italian renaissance models the master had painted.

"Let us begin, Mr. Assingham, with an overview of how Glutemax works," Herbert suddenly began, approaching the wary but eagerly expectant Bubba. "I will be as brief as your tiny shorts, because there is no time to lose, and there is no point in going into scientific details that your non-scientific mind will fail to grasp. The important thing is that you understand just enough to motivate you to remain cooperative and non-detrimental to the process of turning your ass into that of a mythical greek god."

"Are you saying Im stup—uh, I mean........" Bubba started from his temper but cut himself short out of fear.

"Im saying if you dont stop interrupting and pay attention youll never grasp the goals of your workout as easily and quickly as Mr. Beefcake seemed to," Bean warned.

Bubba cringed, shut his mouth and looked sheepish as Herbert continued.

"Your course will consist of fourteen consecutive days of Glutemax medication, oral nutrition, intensive exercise, fat cell management, visual imaging reinforcement, and 6 hours of sleep nightly. Your entire course will take place upon or around the special exercise bench and equipment I have assembled here."

Bubba blinked. "So what time will we be finishing up in the evenings?"

Bean clucked his tongue and shook his head. "We DONT finish, Bubba. Not until the two weeks are over. You will stay here in this room hooked up to this equipment."

The body builder laughed incredulously. "But my girl....uh, my car payment...my important calls....." Bubba began, but thought better of continuing when he saw Bean's look. Finally he only muttered, "There aint even a bathroom in here, man."

"You see, Bubba, Glutemax formula, taken orally three times daily, will alter your bodys metabolism to make you digest nutrients SO efficiently that you will produce NO SOLID WASTE for the entire two weeks of the course," Herbert explained.

"You mean I wont need to _s_h_i_t_ for two whole weeks?" Bubba squinted.

"I couldnt have put it better my self," Herbert grimaced. "Yes, once weve irrigated your colon this morning with the help of the Enemax machine you see here, youll be done with solid waste for the rest of the course."

As Bubba stared at the automatic dishwasher-sized piece of equipment the Herbert had mentioned, the nutritionist quickly continued to his next point before the nervous body builder could object. "But first, however, we need to address the tremendous increase in urine production you will also experience. Youll produce liquid waste at a much faster and constant rate than normal. In fact, unless we take certain measures, you will always want to run to the bathroom during hours that youll need to be working out and keeping your developing muscles stimulated."

"Certain m-measures?" asked Bubba, suspiciously.

"Yes. We will need to install a catheter tube into your urethra so your urine can drain as it is produced," smiled Herbert as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and produced a length of clear plastic tubing attatched to a collection bag hanging from a metal apparatus on wheels.

"If you think Im gonna let you shove THAT thing up my schlong...." Bubba began, stopping when Herbert shot him a look that reminded him of Mr. Beefcakes superior cooperation.

"Otherwise, not only would you be constantly interrupting your workouts to urinate, but you would also run the risk of bursting your bladder."

"But why do you have to use that tube? I can pee into a garbage can or something. I dont need that. I can aim perfectly well. I wont make a mess. Please, Doc, I promise...." Bubba whined ineffectually as Herbert made him stand up and then pulled down the front of the protesting muscleboys tight green shorts, shaking his head side to side over the big guys pathetic attempts to avoid the inevitable. Herbert let the waistband snap back just underneath Bubbas baby-smooth nuts, which pushed up and lifted his dick in a way that aimed his piss slit directly forward for easy access.

"Yeoww, my BALLS!" yelped Bubba, just before gasping even louder from Herberts sudden, firm grasp of his rod, "Oh, _f_u_c_k_, my _c_o_c_k_!"

As he tightly gripped the embarrassed jocks naked male member, Herbert mused over the rather cute way big bad Bubba seemed to be participating and even amplifying his own humiliation. Herbert wondered, was this rather a whiff of pussy he detected emanating from the cartoonishly macho musclebrute? It made him all the more eager to probe whatever secret spaces in the big guys psyche he could find.

"Why are you getting all worked up over such a LITTLE thing?" Bean sniffed, squeezing the tough guys whole penis easily in the palm of his rather small hand "After all, theres not much that Glutemax or any other miracle substance can do to improve your tiny prick and balls. He kiddingly and gently poked a gloved finger at bubbas testicles. "I always wondered what "bb" stood for in those personal adds," he chuckled.

Bubbas lower lip swelled outward at this verbal assault on his manhood as if he were some tough little punk, but underneath he was feeling a frightening exhilaration from being dominated by this little worm, Bean. It made him feel girlier than hed ever felt in his life. But before he could come up with some sneering comeback to hide his thrills and anxiety, Dr. Bean had looped the plastic tubing up underneath through the leg opening of the lycra shorts, lubricated the tip with KY jelly, and then began working the end of the tube roughly up Bubbas piss slit.

"Whoa whoa WHOOOOAAAAH!!!!" he howled, gritting his teeth and seizing one of the overhead bars of the exercise equipment that had been arranged around the bench. He gripped the bar tightly with both hands in order not to give into the impulse to strike out at the dextrous Doctor and bring everthing to a halt. Little did Bubba realize how much glee it gave Dr. Bean to administer this particular catheter to such a deserving subject, and to know full well that the eager Bodybuilders vanity would always trump any impulses towards retaliation.

Finally Herbert was satisfied with the length of tubing hed crammed up Bubbas sore piss slit, so he smiled and pulled the frustrated muscleboys britches back up over his basket. "There. Now with your urine under control, we can proceed to your colonic irrigation. Bend over this bench now, Bubba," Bean ordered.

"Aw, Doc, is this really necessary?" Bubba cried, still smarting over his _c_o_c_k_stuffing at the hands of the Dr.

"No. Not if you want to abandon your quest for the biggest, roundest ass on the planet. Shall we abort our mission?" Bean asked threateningly, grasping the plastic tube as though he were getting ready to pull it out with one mighty yank.

"No! NO!" cried Bubba, leaping up to follow Herberts orders and throwing himself, stomach down and ass up onto the exercise bench.

"Thats the spirit, Mr. Assingham," smiled Bean, who appreciatively smacked Bubbas ass with a gloved hand as he gathered up the slack from the plastic catheter tubing and coiled it out of the way near where the collection bag hung suspended from a chrome support on wheels. Then he moved the Enemax machine alongside Bubba and pushed the appropriate illuminated buttons on the console to heat the irrigation water and start the pressure pump. Next, he seized the waistband of Bubbas skimpy lime trunks again, only this time it was to peel down the back and expose the body builders massive round cheeks and hairless ass crack.

"Ulp!" Bubba cried involuntarily as his huge cheeks were kissed by the wafting breezes from the buildings air conditioning. Bean quickly lubricated the elongated pacifier-shaped nozzle of the Enemax hose and unceremoniously shoved its rubbery phallocity up his subjects huge ass. "WHOOOOOOOOPP!!" Bubba hooted at this unwelcome invasion of his butt canal. Luckily the hosehead felt no bigger in diameter than his girlfriend Chitas index finger (after shed removed her false nails, of course) so once the nozzle was inside, he was not feeling particularly inconvenienced.

But then with another flick of a button, Dr. Bean caused the Enemax machine to roar to life. A fierce jet of very warm water forced its way up Bubbas ass and deep into his winding inner colon and intestines and rinsed them all out for several minutes. "YiEEEEEEEE!!!!" Bubba screetched as he flopped up and down on his stomach from the inner force and waved his arms, feeling like his body was a garden sprinkler that had been turned on full blast, but had no holes.

Herbert inwardly grinned as he watched his nemesis grit his teeth, bulge his eyes and pulsate all over as his insides were washed clean of all solid waste. Then with the flick of another button, the rushing waters were sucked out of Bubba as quickly as theyd been pumped in him and were whisked away to a hidden reservoir inside the machine for later disposal. A minute later, and –POP!-- Dr. Bean removed the nozzle from Bubbas clean-as-a-whistle ass. And wheeled the machine off to the side again.

As Bubba gasped with relief, Herbert yanked up the back of his lime britches again and let the lycra snap back into place, encasing those mighty butt cheeks.

"Gee, Doc," panted Bubba. "I feel like I should be smoking a CIGARETTE after that!"

Herbert chuckled, surprised that the big ox possessed any wit at all, much less that it had taken physical abuse to bring it out. "Well, yes, Bubba, Im glad to hear it was good for you, too. But rest assured that thanks to Glutemax, you will never have to remove your lovely lime trunks again for the full length of the course. In fact, once you reach your gluteal maximum, those little hot pants will literally explode into a little green cloud of overstressed lycra fiber while giving birth to your almighty ass."

This image--of his new Herculean ass cheeks bursting his shorts into a powder-- gave Bubba a nice little stiffy, which he had to embarassingly adjust carefully in his shorts, because of the extra presence of the catheter tube.

Bean saw it was time now to set up the conditions for some more real fun at Bubbas expense. So he began to tell a very clever lie about his discovery, Glutemax, that was going to be crucial in maximizing Bubba's submission and humiliation during his quest for the perfect ass.

"Now listen carefully, Bubba. As you know, with all steroid variety nutrients, the formula reacts to the subjects DNA. When properly administered with sufficient exercise, the muscle production progresses to the limit allowed by your own genes. Once your genetic limit for body building has been reached, no further progresss can be made, even with glutemax........unless........"

"Unless?" inquired bubba.

"Unless the dosage is supplemented with alternate DNA—another mans genetic code. This fools the formula into producing muscle mass beyond your ordinary genetic capacity. In other words, you can grow an ass with the mass of TWO ordinary MENs asses......or THREE, or FOUR—whatever it takes. All we need to do is to substitute new DNA supplements each time the Glutemax reaches the developmental limit."

Bubba shrugged. "Okay. So how do I get the DNA?"

"Youre not going to like this," Herbert smirked, in a way that hinted at how much HE, by contrast WOULD enjoy prescribing this particular remedy for his muscle bound victim. "But if you choose your semen donor wisely you will reduce the frequency with which you will have to swallow his fresh ejaculate."

Bubbas jaw dropped open so wide that it looked like he was already set for his first blowjob. His face went red and his eyes rounded in shock. "Doc, are you telling me.......?"

"Yes?" Herbert wasnt going to make it easier on the poor slob. ".....that Im gonna have to....."

"Hmm?"

"....gonna have to SUCK....... another guys......?"

"Fully erect penis, yes." Replied the Dr, in a viciously matter of fact tone. "Go DOWN ON his _c_o_c_k_?" Bubba breathed each new euphemism as though he were trying on a rainbow assortment of skin tight gym trunks and asking for the Docs opinion on each one. "Right."

"Give him HEAD?" Bubba gulped. "Yes. And swallow his semen." Replied the Doc, certain now that the nervous scent that met his nostrils from this addled Atlas was indeed the scent of pussy!

"You mean, Ive gotta SUCK HIM OFF?" Bubba almost wailed, from his position sitting on the edge of the workout bench, his knees spread apart to support his elbows, which in turn braced his mighty arms as they supported his incredulous head. Wasnt it likely, Herbert thought, that anyone whose tongue savored the language of fellatio this much might turn out to be equally adept performing the act?

"Youll want to swallow every drop, Bubba, as it mixes into the richly active solution of your own saliva. Its the only way his DNA will remain intact long enough to react with glutemax and your digestive system," Bean lied mercilessly, enjoying the big mans dumbstruck slumping at the news that _c_o_c_k_sucking was going to be as essential an element of his course as leg presses or stomach crunches. Bean knew the man was stupid, but was delighted all the more that Bubba didn't even bother challenging him about alternatives to oral ingestion of DNA samples.

Bubba sighed as he resigned himself to the new fact that he and the bubble butted gay porn star Dean Coulter weregoing to have something MORE in common than a huge, perfect ass – something the hapless Assingham hadnt anticipated. Still, on video at least, that guy was always such a cheerful, happy-looking stud. Maybe being a _c_o_c_k_sucker wasnt as bad as some guys think.

As Herbert noticed the now mopey body builder sheepishly glancing at his crotch, the Doc realized hed better make a suggestion before the newly slavish musclehead visually marked his groin like a baby duck identifying its mother. Gratifying as it might be to have the big lug bobbing his head up and down on Herberts hard pole, Bean had other plans for his dick much later in the course. "I recommend you chose another extremely well developed man for your DNA donor—like Biff, for example, who by the way, has already has agreed to help with your nutrition," he said.

Bubba suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Biff! Of course! Hes got a great ass.....I mean, hes almost as well developed as me. Hell let me suck his.....I mean, since he understands the stakes of this treatment and approves of it, hell agree to be my sperm do—I mean my DNA donor, wont he Doc, if you ask him to?"

Herbert chuckled inside but answered with more matter of fact seriousness.

"Biff is indeed aware of the need for DNA supplements in the treatment, but Im afraid it would be unethical of ME to ask him to allow you to perform fellatio upon him," Bean claimed, and seeing the the blank look on Bubbas face, clarified. "You know, to suck Biffs dick. Youll need to ask him yourself." Bean chuckled to himself in the knowledge that Biff would actually not have a clue what Bubba was talking about when he asked him, and that more fun was bound to ensue from the man_s_e_x_ual confusion.

Bubbas face flushed with as much shame as when the Doc had yanked his little green britches down. A small squirt of submissive pee made its golden little way up the catheter tube towards the collection bag. The accumulating teasings and torments from the doctor had reached a point where Bubba just couldnt keep up and address them all with his anger, or sometimes even consciously entertain them. It was easier to just submit, take them like a man.....or maybe like a little girl.

Bubba sighed again. And then just smiled in a self-deprecating way that Herbert had never seen anything like before on the proud body builder's face. "Hes hung like a horse," Bubba finally admitted with a red face, even as his words were flashing herbert 'pink' as clearly as the view under a whore's mini skirt in a wind storm. "I might choke on his _c_o_c_k_!"

"Not if you carefully review some of your favorite videos," The nutritionist smiled, "which I took the liberty of borrowing from the not so secret stash in your locker while you were in the shower this morning." There in front of Bubba's astonished gaping face Herbert held up a pair of his gay porn videos with none other than big assed Dean Coulter adorning the box photos. "I think on closer study you'll find that your idol demonstrates his technique for taking on bigger _c_o_c_k_s than even our friend Biff possesses."

"Ulp....Uh, I can explain....." stammered Bubba, but Herbert kindly cut him off. "

"I'm certain you can. But lets begin your excercises first, shall we?"

End Part 2


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