So it's been a while since I've updated, and I have a few interesting things to tell you! SO my muscleboi is doing amazingly, gaining weight and muscle and such. He's followed all his physical appearance commands, ie: Blonde curly shoulder length hair, green eye contacts, Jock clothing, tanning, and laser hair removal. He talks like a jock, acts like a jock, and for all intensive purposes, IS a jock. He's following his trainer's schedule and workouts along with the dietician's diet plan. He obeys me no matter what, and he's just an awesome muscleboi! Now for the recent event that had me shitting my pants! My muscleboi had just finished his hardcore workout along with another boy who was working with the same trainer. I was ok with this, seeing as the trainer was the only one who works till closing, and no one else was there. The other boy was super hot, obviously had been working out for ever, and was trying to compete with my muscleboi who, despite having worked out for a while, was still mindlessly focusing on reps like they were nothing. The other boy had broken a sweat, big time, and I could smell the slight aroma of teen boy musk wafting around, just before the workout ended. Both my boy, and the other boy went to the locker room to shower up and get out of their workout clothes, and I'd stayed in the main room waiting. 20 minutes later, I was like "wtf is taking him so long" So I went into the locker room, to find my muscleboi worshiping the other boy's jockstrap clad boner as if it were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It was clear to me that the boy had already blown his load, which happened to be partially dripping off my boy's chin, but was still letting my boy lick, suck, bite, sniff and worship the smelly jockstrap he had on..... He looked up and saw me, and kind of pulled back, but I said, "dont worry, he's just a little into man stink" and the boy dropped the strap and got changed fast and left. leaving my muscleboi on the ground, kneading his cock and sucking on the discarded jockstrap. Needless to say, I'm shitting bricks knowing that the boy knows about my boy's fetish, and willingly allowed him to pursue it, and how I'm going to handle all this the next time we go to the gym...