Toy Boy Training (illustrated)
by Alpesco
Megan continues her re-education program while playing Supergirl.


It was 10 am on my second day at Megan's mansion in the desert. I stood on the lower floor of the large, glass-roofed exercise wing of the sprawling modern house. This level contained the fifty foot indoor swimming pool. On the level above, her indoor gymnasium formed a terrace overlooking the pool. Megan had ordered that my breakfast was to be served here after I had been woken by one of her servants.

I still couldn't believe what had happened to me over the past twenty four hours. Megan had driven me the hundred and forty miles from the city to her isolated desert mansion in a little over an hour and a half. What astonished me was that she was the aunt of one of my friends, and she'd been at school with my mother! But she was no ordinary aunt. She was tall and slender, and at five foot ten, only an inch or so shorter than me. She had off-blonde hair, and wore jeans and a short-sleeved designer tops. I was just eighteen, she was just over twice my age, but she looked so much younger. I hated to admit it, but she could have passed for someone in her early twenties.

Megan was tall, beautiful, rich, desirable, and amazingly strong. I was completely out of my depth. My head still spun at the way she had kissed me and then picked me up in her arms like a baby. How she could apply pleasure and also pain. She was so powerful. She had said she was going to make me a toy boy, and she was on the way to doing it. She owned this big house and everything around it. Her staff asked no questions and obeyed her totally. Despite her beauty, I didn't dare disobey her either. She had put me over her knee the day before and I couldn't prevent it. She was so strong there had been nothing I could do. My backside still hurt from the harsh spanking she'd administered. She had driven me out here on a whim, and then simply told my mother that she was sending her on a six week vacation to Hawaii, and that I would stay with her - and that was it. I had somehow become Megan's property.

Just then the double doors opened and Megan walked in. She looked like an athletic supermodel. She wore a dark red bikini that emphasized her amazing, athletic figure. She had obviously already been exercising. Her muscles looked pumped, and her body had a thin sheen of sweat.

She walked over to me. "Okay Tom," she said. "I hope you're feeling better this morning. I certainly feel just fine." She stood beside me and her right arm wrapped itself round my butt and just hoisted me off the ground. Then she flexed her free left arm. I was astounded. She'd carried me around yesterday using two arms. Now she was just using one!

I could see that she was pleased at my astonishment. "You didn't know I could do that, did you?" she smiled.

"No," I admitted.

"I told you, I've got real strong arms," Megan said. "And they get a little bit stronger every day." She flexed her left arm harder, and this huge bicep reappeared out of her upper arm, hardening into a solid ball nearly the size of a melon. meanwhile her right arm was still continuing to bear all my weight. It still felt as firm as a rock beneath me. I wasn't even hanging on to support myself. I was just sat there, disbelieving while Megan spoke to me.

"Is your butt still tender from yesterday?" she said.

I nodded.

"It'll stay that way for a couple of days," she said. "When I hand out a spanking it tends to stick. But it will serve as a useful reminder in case you start to think about disobeying me. You know I carried you about like this when you were two years old," she added. bending forward to plant a kiss on my stomach. "It's fun to do the same thing now."

"I don't remember that." I said.

"I do," Megan smiled. "I could carry your mom about then too. And now I'm more than twice as strong as I was then."

"Twice as strong?"

"Easily. I can press and curl a lot more now with one arm than I used to be able to with two." From the way she was continuing to carry me, seeming without much effort, I had to believe her.

"Will you kiss me again - like earlier?" I still reeled at the thought of Megan's amazing kisses the day before.

"When I want to," she said. "Here we do exactly what I want. I own this house. I own all the land around for as far as you can see - and a whole lot more besides. Everything on that land belongs to me, and all the people on it work for me. No one comes within twenty miles of this house without my permission. This is my kingdom, and my rule is pretty absolute."

"Where's the nearest town?" I asked.

Megan turned to point me toward the large smoked glass windows. We were high up, but could see a line of desert hills that cut off the horizon. "To the east of those hills," she pointed. "About thirty five miles by road is Carterville. Seven thousand, four hundred people live there, and 90 percent of them work for my mining company, my bank or my distribution network. So they tend to do pretty much what I want. Now you too have to learn to do exactly as I say."

"Why should I?" I asked.

Megan relaxed her arm a little and let me slide back to my feet beside her. "Because I want it that way, and what I want is what happens. You have no control at all."

Suddenly her arms went round my body, trapping mine. Then she squeezed. Her arms were so hard - and incredibly strong! They were crushing my torso like steel bands! Already my chest was so tight that I could hardly breathe.

"Aiiii!" I cried as the pain cut in. My ribs and lower back were screaming with pain. It felt like electric shocks were jolting up and down my spine. Despite the bronzed and solid muscles, I still couldn't believe that her arms were so strong! They were like steel, compressing my body, bending my backbone like a coat-hanger. She leant her head forward and kissed me again on the cheek.

"Pleasure and pain," she said, repeating the tiny kiss five more times as her powerful arms continued to crush my body with brutal force.

"Ohhhh!" I groaned. "Please!" She kissed me again, almost overwhelming the pain. The mixture was a potent one.

"I'm going to put you out now," she said.

"No..." I struggled but it was hopeless. Megan's arms were literally irresistable. Her biceps were like living granite, squeezing me tighter and tighter. The pain was overwhelming. I couldn't breathe! My head started spinning. Then everything went black.

I came round lying on a couch. It was still hard to breathe. My torso was tender and bruised where her strong arms had crushed it.

I heard the sound of clanking iron and looked up to see Megan exercising at one of the weight racks in the upper level gym. Her arms were pumping a huge weight smoothly up and down. The bar looked to be loaded with well over two hundred pounds. I almost orgasmed just at the sight of her beautiful and powerful body dominating such huge weights.

"So you came round?" She placed the weight back on the rack, sat up, and checked her watch. "I was beginning to get worried. I meant to put you out for around twenty minutes. You've been away in dreamland for more than an hour." She stood up, stretched out her big arms and flexed them once more. "I must be stronger than I thought. Stay there."

She pulled a cord that released a heavy rope that fell twenty five feet from the arching roof right down to the pool level where I was. She grabbed hold of the rope, used her arms to hoist herself up over the railing around the exercise area, and then lowered herself down, hand over hand, to the pool level. I knew there was no way that I could have climbed a rope like that. My arms weren't strong enough. Megan just seemed to be demonstrating her physical superiority over this six foot male half her age.

"Come here," she said, unlocking the doors that led out of the pool area, and stepping into the corridor beyond.

I stood up, my ribs still aching.

"Don't touch me," she said, standing in the corridor, her hands on her hips, in a way that left just a foot of space between her and the red hot pipes that ran along the wall. "That's an order. Now go out and fetch me a peach yoghurt."

"But you're standing in the way."

"Do what I say - or I'll have to punish you."

"Can I touch you?"

"No. You'll have to squeeze past."

"But I'll get burnt..."

Megan looked at her watch. "You have exactly ninety seconds to fetch me that yoghurt."

"That's stupid!" I reached out and touched her.

CRAACCKKK! There was a sudden bomb-blast of pain. I saw a flash of light - and then I was on the floor whimpering and holding my face. This was the frst time that Megan had hit me hard with her fist. It was a traumatic experience. I hadn't figured that Megan was strong enough to knock me down flat with just one punch. But that was exactly what she'd done. She had put me down like a bowling pin. The pain was appalling. I was sprawled across the tiled floor. The corridor seemed to be spinning. My face blazed with pain. I was bleeding from my mouth, and I was shocked to find that one of my back teeth felt loose.

"You've loosened one of my teeth!" I gasped.

"You don't even have an idea how hard I can punch if I want to," said Megan, examining her nails. "That was only about fifty percent of what this arm can deliver. You can test me again, but I don't advise it. My next punch will be significantly more powerful, I promise. Now stand up. I still want that yoghurt in less than sixty seconds."

"Yes, mistress." I rose, shaking with fear that she'd hit me again.

"Owwww!" I burnt myself as I tried to squeeze past her. I had to breathe in hard so as not to touch any part of Megan's skin or clothing. I took several more burns from the pipes but that was better by far than being hit by Megan again. After taking that one punch there were very few things that didn't seem like a whole lot better option than taking another. Once past I ran to the freezer and took out the yoghurt. I rushed back.

"This is part of your training," Megan said, taking the tub. "Complete submission. I like to have strong young men totally subdued to my will. Now kiss both of my feet."

The command was deliberately demeaning, but I obeyed. Megan was just too powerful to risk her getting annoyed again. It seemed that she could do anything she wanted with me.

"Stay on your knees until I tell you to get up again." She left me. I remained kneeling for nearly fifteen minutes until a manservant came into the corridor.

"The mistress says you can get up now." He spoke in a foreign accent, and didn't seem at all surprised to see me kneeling there. "She wants you to go to the second small courtyard along from the main entrance."

"Do you all do everything she says?" I asked.

"Of course. She pays us well. We do exactly as she wants. If any of us displeases her, she can send us straight back to our home country."

I found my way out to a small courtyard at the back of the house. I was surprised to see Megan waiting for me, dresssed in a red and blue Supergirl costume.

"I sometimes like to role play," she explained. "And this is one of my favorite roles. I like to be the real life Supergirl."

"But you don't have super powers," I said.

"Don't I?," Megan raised one arm and flexed it. Once again I was blown away. Her big solid bicep was amazing as it hardened into a power-packed cannonball beneath the skin. "And how about this?" She picked up an iron bar propped up in one corner. It had been left over from the ones used to protect the lower storey windows. It was almost four feet long and about an inch thick. Holding it in her hands, her muscles swelled as her arms began to exert downward and outward pressure.

As I watched, the bar began to tremble. The quivering grew as Megan's crushing power poured into it. The metal groaned, and suddenly it began to bend. I gasped. The distortion was barely visible at first, but Megan's arms seemed irresistable. She glared at the bar as, faster and faster, the iron began to bend! Megan did look like a Supergirl as she concentrated and her powerful arms bent the inch-thick metal into a C shape. She continued to apply pressure, forcing the bar right back upon itself into a long narrow U. Once the ends were parallel, she seemed satisfied, releasing the pressure and holding the doubled-over bar in one hand while she flexed the other.

"That was almost too easy!" she said. "Even a year ago, doing that used to be a real effort." She nodded to an identical bar on the ground. "Like to try bending that one?"

I picked up the heavy iron bar and tried to bends it - but the metal wouldn't move by as much as a centimeter, however much I strained. I felt weak and foolish as Megan watched with a smug smile on her face as I struggled. At last she took it from me and her rippling arms bent it easily into a horseshoe shape. "You see now," she said, performing another flex. "My workout program has already given me super strength."

"But Supergirl is invulnerable," I said.

She tensed her abs, turning the squared slabs of muscle on her stomach into what looked like a brick wall. "Punch me - as hard as you can." She held her arms out wide. "I won't punch you back. Feel free to hit me."

I did, but my fist just bounced right off her rocklike abs. I tried a second punch, with the same result.

"Again," she said. "Harder!"

"Owww!" I cried as my wrist twisted painfully with the harder impact. It was like punching a truck tire. Megan just stood there smirking, unaffected by my hardest punch.

"Is that it?" she asked, making her abs ripple. "I didn't feel a thing."

I said nothing, nursing my wrist. Megan was emasculating me with her strength.

"Go up to the top of the house," she ordered, pointing at a stepway that led upward. "On to the roof. And wait there."

I did exactly as she said, climbing three storeys to find myself standing on a flat section he roof. I waited, looking at the amazing view of desert ravines and mountains. Then there came a sudden hissing roar from somewhere beneath me.

I looked down and saw Megan, still in her Supergirl costume, but this time she was flying up toward me! My jaw dropped open. She was wearing a small metal backpack with high-pressure jets that lifted her off the ground. She flew up to rooftop height as I stared. She seemed in perfect control of the jetpack, hovering in the air three storeys above the ground. She flexed her big bicep as she maintained her position in the air.



"How do you do that?" I said, amazed, as she landed expertly on the rooftop in front of me, and the jetpack cut out.

"I had my own jet packs made," she explained. "They're very difficult to learn to fly, and they're expensive to run, but I like the freedom."

"That's so amazing!" I said.

Megan took a step toward me. "As I said, I like to feel that I'm pretty super." Turning, she swept me into her arms again as if I weighed nothing.

"Whoa!" I said, trying to struggle. "What are you going to do?"

"This." With a roar from her backpack, we took off, Megan carrying me up with her in her arms.

I cried out loud. I hadn't believed this was possible. I was in a state of shock as we rose dizzyingly high above the large isolated mansion, and then still higher into the desert air.

"We're too high! We'll fall!" I struggled, but I couldn't move. Megan's arms were steely strong.

"Don't try to fight," she said as we rocked in the air. "I'm in complete control. I've learned to control the jetpack using my shoulder muscles, which leaves my arms free. Just face it, Supergirl can do whatever she likes with you."

"Don't drop me!" I cried, realizing that only Megan's strength stood between me and a three hundred foot fall onto rocky ground. I clung on to her as she controlled the flight. In a few seconds we had crossed the valley below the house and were approaching a rocky precipice high above a dry ravine.

The engine faded as Megan landed on a ledge a few feet wide forty feet above the ravine floor. I gasped for breath as she stood on the ledge. Even after landing, she continued to hold me like a baby in her powerful arms. "How did you like the flight?" she said.

"Awesome. Could I go solo sometime?"

She shook her head. "You would kill yourself. These things take months to learn properly. You only fly as a passenger - whenever I feel like carrying you."

"So why have you brought me up here?"

"Just a demonstration, and besides Jacques, my butler, informed me that the security cameras have picked up someone moving around over here who shouldn't be."

I looked down. There was a corral at the bottom end of the gorge where four young colts were penned. As I watched, a heavy built man emerged from a narrow defile and approached the corral.

"That's the guy." She put me down on the ledge at last and pointed. "He's after the colts."

"Stop!" she shouted. Her voice was surprisingly loud and carried easily across the canyon

The man turned and ran. There was a battered pick-up parked in the ravine.

With a roar. Megan's jet pack burst into life and Megan/Supergirl took off and flew after him, leaving me standing on the high ledge.

It took her precisely 7 seconds to catch up with him. Her arms encircled him from behind, lifting him right off the ground. She carried him with her for twenty feet, then she dropped him, to sprawl across the stony dirt. The jet pack cut out as she landed five feet in front of him.

Winded and disorientated, the man tried to rise, hardly able to believe what had happened.

"Who are you?" he gasped, his face and hands scratched, his clothes covered in dirt as he stared at the woman in the Supergirl costume.

"I'm the person you've made a great big mistake thinking you can rob," Megan said. "All this land belongs to me."

"What kind of mad bitch are you?" The man stared at her superheroine outfit in disbelief. "You think you're some kind of superhero?" He scrambled to his feet and charged toward her.

Supergirl/Megan's punch met him half way, connecting hard with the base of his jaw. Megan, in her lycra costume looked by far the frailer of the two, but when they met, the truth was revealed. I gasped as the charging bulk of the 200 pound man was halted and hurled back by by Megan's single blow. Her speeding fist crashed into the side of his jaw and hurled his head backward. The force of the impact was so great that his whole upper body followed, twisted around and hurled back by that one explosive contact. The guy folded like a puppet with the strings cut, crashing to the ground with a loud groan of pain.

It was as if the slim, tall shape of Megan had been made of solid bone and muscle, while the larger figure of her antagonist had been no more than a life size rag doll. Megan/Supergirl stood firm and strong as the larger man crumpled to lie his length in the hot sand.

And the guy was really hurting. I could see the streams of blood running from his mouth and nose as he rolled on to his hands and knees and then stumbled back to his feet. He mumbled something I couldn't hear, and gave another lurch forward, trying to swing a punch. But he was so slow and awkward now, he was no threat at all to Megan. Her face looked disdainful as she avoided his lunge and swung two more heavy punches into him. I heard the deep crumps as her strong arms powered them in. This was just punishment now as the horse thief crumpled like a deflating balloon beneath the brutal impact of Megan's heavy fists. I could hear his groans above the heavy sounds of the blows landing, and this time he did not rise.

Megan used one hand to brush the hair from her face as she inspected her fallen victim. He lay moaning in the sand, bloodied and barely recognisable. Unlike her opponent, Megan was completely unhurt. She could have just walked off a photo shoot. She really lived up to the costume she was wearing.

"You don't steal from me," Megan said. "You're going to jail for three to six years. I have the power to make that happen."

"You're not the judge," the man mumbled.

"I appoint the judge in this district," Megan said, walking toward the guy's old truck and picking up some of the rope the man had intended to tie the colts with. "I can fire him too. He'll do exactly what I choose. Now I'm going to tie you up and leave you for my security team to collect." She bent.

"You're not tying me up, bitch!" The man rolled over and tried to grasp and overpower her.

But Megan moved quickly, She avoided his grasp and fell on top of him. Grabbing both his legs in her arms, she stretched them out behind him. Simultaneously, her long legs wrapped themselves around his body, holding him immobilised on the ground. He gave a grunt of pain as her powerful legs squeezed, crushing his chest. He was entirely trussed up, unable to move, and gasping for breath.

But Megan was not finished yet. She arched her body as her strong arms wrapped themselves firmly around his trailing left leg. Even seen from forty feet up, her arms looked strong and muscular as they coiled around his leg. They held it still. Then, without warning, her left arm clamped solidly down while her right twisted and jerked powerfully in the opposite direction. I heard a dry, tearing crack - and her captive's leg was suddenly bent at an unattural angle.



"Owwwwww! Owwwwwww! Aiiiiiieeeee!" The man screamed out loud as Megan unwrapped her powerful arms. "My leg! You bitch! You've broken my leg!"

Megan stood up as he continued to howl in pain. "I don't think I'll need that rope now, to stop you running off," she said, stretching wide the powerful arms that had just snapped his leg. "My security personnel will come by and pick you up in an hour or so."

I gasped. I couldn't believe it! Megan had broken his leg! Just with her bare arms!

"I can bend steel bars," Megan said as if hearing my thoughts. "If Supergirl is real, she wishes she were me."

She flexed and took out a cell phone. "I've stopped a horse thief in the low south west ravine," she said. "Pick him up. He'll need a doctor."

With a roar of her jetpack, Megan took off and came back for me.