Master of the Jocks

Chapter 8

Daddy Issues

Author's Note: Like I said, I’m not from the US, so I apologize if I make any mistake about the intricacies of American football. I only go with what little I know.

— Rich’s PoV, Thursday Night —

My name is Rich and I am considered the ‘Big Man On Campus’ right now, competing in all facets of campus life: acads, sports, the student council, even in the social scene. Me and my cheerleader girlfriend, Brandi, were on the run to be prom king and queen, until she broke up with me. Whatever!? We’re just using each other anyway. She’s not irreplaceable – there’s plenty of pretty girls ‘round here and probably even in college. Speaking of college, I need to have a GPA as high as possible to be accepted to the best universities. A- and A+ might be the difference between being accepted to an Ivy League uni, and well, not an Ivy; hence, the reason why I invited Dexter home as a tutor.

You may say I’m a hyper-competitive sociopath. Yes, and I need to be, if I want to leapfrog ahead of my three older brothers into becoming our dad’s successor. The eldest is already pursuing a Harvard MBA, while the other two are no lazy bums either. He made us compete with each other in an elaborate Darwinist-Machiavellian plot since we were just boys. I kinda get his logic: the world is a cynical place, and while people hypocritically talk about love and kindness, winning is all that matters. Losers get nothing but crumbs from the winners. The only person I ever had the remotest brotherly connection with was Cody and I betrayed him, for no other reason than seeking the rush of dominating another man. Would I turn back the time, given the chance? I’ll give that a half-hearted ‘no’. The path to the top might just be a lonely one.

Dexter: “So, has Chad told you about the unorthodox method I use to tutor him?”

Rich: “Yeah. He said we’re going to sacrifice a newborn baby to Cthulhu.”

Dexter: “What the hell!?”

Rich: “I’m kidding… obviously? Wink He said you used hypnosis to improve his focus. You’re not going to turn me into a chicken or anything, are you?”

Dexter: “Rich, I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I can only implant suggestions to your brain, say, to absorb everything you read or study. Can I borrow your laptop?”

Rich: “Yeah, sure. To be honest, I’m a bit curious too. I wanna see this for myself.”

He inserted a CD on my laptop and opened with what seems to be a spiral video.

Dexter: “First of all, you need to drink this tea, just something to relax and make the hypnosis video much more effective.”

I drank Dexter’s stale tea. I’m not entirely sure this process would work; but I trust the fact that this dweeb is smart and I trust Chad’s results more than anything.

Dexter: “Just relax while you watch the spiral video.”

– Brad’s PoV, Thursday Night –

I’ve setup Cody just as Master ordered: bound, pinned, and slightly fucked. He’s looking down, just watching the spiral on the ipod resting on his hard, girthy dick, robotically repeating his mantra. I wish I could watch with him, but I’ve gotta go back to my buttler duties. I think he’ll be fucking this boy soon. My mouth is watering just thinking that I might be eating Master’s cum from this boy later.

Ever since I’ve become Master’s slave, I’ve been wrung out and drained of all my energy day-in and day-out – sleeping exhausted on his bedroom carpet with only a pillow and a blanket. I even had to work late into the night building him a wooden horse with spare construction wood. Oddly enough, I prefer this from being idle; like my simple life has a greater task and purpose. And yeah, I’ve become more focused and productive on my work ever since my demons have left me.

I’ve just finished cooking tonight’s dinner, chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, when I felt a hard slap on my ass. It was Master Dexter’s dad.

Dad: “What’s up slaveboi? What’s cooking?”

Brad: “Sir, chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, sir!”

Dad: “Haha! You still answer like a soldier. You don’t need to be so stiff all the time, boi.”

He grabbed my stiff meat under my “apron” as he said that. I can feel the tip of his nose as he sniffs the back of my armpit.

Dad: “… and the gravy smells delicious too.”

Okay? So Master’s dad is a closet case? I’m not surprised why Master’s mom gave me the welcome she did. She’s probably as sexually frustrated as he is, wanting a real man to plow her, but her husband proves to be lacking. Well, I can’t blame her. Women do want to be with me and men want to be me; but lately, men also want to be with me. I lightly tried to remove his hand from my dick, but he held firmly unto it.

Dad: “Your Master said I can touch you anywhere right? And unless I’m jerking you off, this doesn’t count as a handjob. This is just fondling.”

Fuck! Master did say I’m not allowed to have sex, but not anything sexual. And doesn’t dick fondling count as a handjob? It’s like I could be in hot water either way for disobeying Master.

Dad: “Don’t tell anybody about this okay?

Brad: “Sir, I’m mentally incapable of hiding secrets from Master. Rule #3: I must never tell a lie to Master. I must disclose all pertinent information to him. This counts as pertinent information, sir.”

Dad: “Okay, but don’t tell this to my wife. I’ll tell her myself at the right time.”

Brad: “Yessir! I wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of your marriage, sir.”

Dad: “We have an hour until my wife comes home. How about you give me some of that massage you were so proud about?”

Brad: “Yessir!”

He dragged me towards their bedroom on the second floor, using my cock as a leash. Oh, shit! Why does this turn me on? Master did say I must obey them, so I guess obeying them means obeying him, and obeying him makes me hard and horny. I’m sure sir here will do all sorts of things to my body, testing the boundaries between sex and sexual. I’ve been completely turned into a submissive toy soldier, eagerly letting my nerd superiors play with my body.

– Rich’s PoV, Thursday Night –

Rich: “I am Dexter’s special boi. I want to please him. I want to gain his validation. I want him to be proud of me. I will submit to Dexter. I will obey Dexter. I feel relaxed listening to Dexter as much as I feel relaxed now. I want to feel relaxed. Submitting to Dexter makes me feel relaxed. Obeying Dexter makes me feel relaxed. Dexter’s voice makes me feel relaxed. Dexter’s voice speaks the truth. I trust Dexter.”

The Spiral: “Good boi! You’re a very good boi! Dexter is pleased that you obey and submit to the spiral. Moans Before we finish this relaxing video, there are some things you need to remember. You will repeat after me:”

Rich: “I will be focused on winning the game tomorrow… I will absorb every detail of my class notes and textbooks even if I only read it once… I will attribute to Dexter the sense of respect, authority, and need for validation I have for my father… I will not suspect the video spiral for any change that happens to me… I will have a dream tonight where I obey and submit to Dexter sexually… My conscious mind will forget everything said in this video, but my subconscious will remember them…”

The Spiral: “Good boi! You’re a very good boi! Dexter is pleased that you obey and submit to the spiral. Moans In a count of 10, you will wake up from your deep sleep. Ten, everything you heard today is put into your subconscious… Obey… Nine, the keyhole to your subconscious has been locked away… Submit… Eight, Dexter holds the key to your subconscious… Relax… Seven, you feel relaxed and refreshed from your trip to this special place… Refreshed… Six, your eyelids are feeling lighter and lighter… Lighter… Five, your body is feeling lighter and lighter… Obey… Four, you are packed up and ready to leave this special place… Submit… Three, you walk towards the bus taking you away from here… Refreshed… Two, you enter the bus taking you away from here… Obey… And one, Command: Wake Up!”

I woke up with my laptop showing me a finished spiral video. Damn! I must’ve dozed off while watching. What time is it? 2 hours have passed already!? Somehow, it simultaneously feels like only minutes have passed and a whole week in the Bahamas has. I don’t see Daddy Dexter around anymore, but I see he left a note. Wait, Daddy Dexter!? What the fuck am I thinking?

The note reads the following: “Hi Rich. I’m sorry I can’t wait to see you finish the video. I have other commitments I need to attend to. You’ll realize you can remember everything you read tonight. I have left another CD here. You can watch it tomorrow night after you’ve won the big game for me! The effect of the spiral is temporary unless you watch the second video.”

Hmm… win the big game for him? I wonder what he meant by that. Weirdly enough, I do get excited thinking he’ll be there cheering for us tomorrow, ‘excited’ in every sense of the word.

– Rich’s PoV, Friday Night –

Here it is: the big game! We’re going against the #3 rated team in the whole state, but I don’t feel any fear or anxiety at all, just excitement.

Chad: “Hey, Cody. Do you see him out there?”

Cody: “Yeah, he’s watching us. Let’s do our best. Let’s make him proud, bro!”

Rich: “Who’s watching?”

Chad: “God, of course! He’s watching us, bro. Hahaha!”

Cody: “Yeah, god. Hahaha!”

Since when did these two start having these kinds of inside jokes? Well, they’re not the only ones looking out in the audience – I’m really hoping Dexter will watch me win this fight. It’s mind boggling that I started caring about what he thinks. I even had a really weird dream last night.

In my dream, I was completely naked and hard, my hands were clasped behind my back. I was kneeling on the floor with small beads splattered all over it, making it painful and really uncomfortable. I was looking down, deeply sorry and disappointed in myself for whatever it is I’ve done.

Dexter: “Boi, are you sorry now for what you’ve done?”

Rich: “Yes daddy. I’m really sorry! Please forgive me. I promise to stop being a naughty boi.”

Dexter: “Boi, I don’t think you’ve learned enough. Finger snap and thigh tap Come here, we need to spank the naughty out of you.”

I meekly positioned myself on his knees and thighs, my arms hugging his legs. Despite my muscly arms being the roughly same size as his skinny legs, we both knew who has the power here. I hate how humiliating this is, and I hate more the undeniable fact that this turns me on. He was running his smooth hands over my meaty butt, raising anticipation of that first spank. My dick is pressing against his thigh, the friction is heating me up.

Dexter: “Still a very naughty boi, I see. Boi, count the spanks.”

Rich: “Yes, daddy! Spank One, daddy! Spank Two, daddy!” Slutty moans

He spanked me for about twenty times, stopping only to conjure a magical detached mouth from his hand. He put the mouth in front of my face to show it to me. It’s a freaky thing, even for a dream, especially one as vivid and realistic as this one. Its wet tongue is sticking out from the mouth, wiggling aggressively like a fish out of water. It disgustingly slapped my face a few times, before daddy put the thing on his other hand and started teasing my ass. I can feel it wiggle around my ass for a while, feeling the warm and wet surface against my impatient hole. Daddy slapped my face with his other hand, before forcibly opening my mouth by clamping my jaw. Then he invaded my mouth with his fingers. I can only respond by suckling on it, like a toddler being fed a pacifier.

The ‘thing’ on my ass settled from its violent wiggling into a deliberate licking. Fuck! The thing is coating my ass with a warm, sticky saliva as it slides prominently against my contracting butthole. Daddy left the thing there, its tongue tickling inside my hole as it burrowed deeper like a worm, while he continued to spank me.

Rich: “Spank Mmm twenty-one, daddy! Spank Mmm twenty-two, daddy!” Slutty moans

The thing has started kissing and sucking my ass. Fuck! How could a dream feel this good!? My puckered ass lips are nothing but a passive partner to the thing as it French kisses me down there. Sucking kiss sounds The end of tongue is having a violent rampage inside my ass, hitting my prostate rhythmically. Fuck! Then the thing decided to playfully bite my butt! Even the slight pain feels really good. I hate how I love the sensations I’m having. Fuck!

Dexter: “Boi, are you still a naughty boi?”

Rich: “No, daddy. I’ll be your good obedient boi.” Moans

I woke up feeling my sticky cum all over my blanket. I always go commando so I made a really bad mess this time. Just what the fuck happened there?

– Dexter’s PoV, Friday Night –

Friday Night Lights: it’s a movie about a bunch of small town high school footballers in Texas, bravely fighting for their sporting glory, amidst the dramas in their own personal lives. Why did I bring that up? Why of course, because we’re doing a live action version of it! Except, there’s less glamour, less Hollywood star power, and more homophobic slurs towards the ‘sissies’ who just can’t hold the damn football.

It’s literally Justin’s and my first time watching our high school’s football match. It’s not really our thing, but it just might be, given that three of my bois are involved in this. What can I say? I’m a proud and supportive Master. Oh here it goes: Rich just received the ball from the center, Rich is trying to aim the ball on Cody, and… Nice! Cody got the ball! Now he’s running towards the goal, being chased by the other team on the 40 yard line… Oof! Chad just tackled one of the chasers. 30… 20… 10… Touchdown! I don’t really know much about football, but I know it’s a good thing: the locals roar, the cheerleaders sing, the band plays, and Cody’s dancing and flexing like an idiot. It’s our fifth one this game. All three of them are looking at me. I know, my slavebois, I know. Master is proud of you.

I’m sitting beside Brad, who is sitting beside his dad on the other side, Bruce Bauer. I wasn’t really into older men, but even at his tender middle age in the mid 40s, he is quite good looking. He’s got soft-shaded black hair, one which seems to have been blond when he was younger, with a hint of white hair. He’s around the same height as his boys, and around the same weight, but is supplanted by an emerging beer belly instead of baby fat or gym muscles. It’s nothing a good diet and exercise routine cannot fix. If I only knew he’s this fine, I would’ve taken his video spiral a little more seriously, turning him into one of my permanent slaves. Being the last free resident of the Bauer home, owning him means I will effectively own their home as well.

Bruce: “Hey Brad! Drive me home later, will ya? I’m drinking here.”

Brad is looking at me, clearly asking for permission. I gave him a slight nod.

Brad: “Okay, dad. But I’ve gotta bring my boss here too. I’m his ride getting here.”

Bruce: “Sure, son.”

Drinking inside high school grounds? I don’t think this is a good idea. Regardless, he’ll be drunk by the time we get to their home, making himself a very easy prey if I want to go that way. Oh, Deus ex Machina! You don’t need to help me further, friend, I already got this.

Someone’s dad: “Hey y’all. That’s my son right there, Cody McKinley! Ain’t he kickin’ ass!?”

The loud man’s wearing a cowboy hat and has red facial hairs, matching perfectly with his extraverted and ‘don’t give a damn’ attitude. Yup! He’s definitely Cody’s dad. Unlike Bruce, he’s still fit and fine for his age, which I assume is similar to his. I guess ranchers are not really known for being overweight.

On that corner is the school janitor, James, or Jimmy as most people call him. He’s watching intently on the players, sometimes even shouting plays. He’s part of the winning team when our school was the state champion for a year, about 17 years ago. He’s the quintessential ‘peaked in high school’ character, living vicariously through “our boys” while wearing his champion ring. To be honest, taking over his life is me doing him a favor. His daughter was my best friend before I started hopping grades, so I know a bit more about her dad’s motivations and insecurities, but I wouldn’t bore you with the details. All you need to know is that he’s still very good looking in his prime age of 35 yrs old, in a depressed loser kind of way. Oh, don’t judge me! These ‘fixer upper’ DILFs (Dad I’d Love to Fuck) are bait for any gay future psychologist.

And of course, on the benches is coach Jenkins. He’s in his early fifties, but is still very fit. Kudos to him for walking the walk when it comes to being the proper role model his athletes listen to. Needless to say, getting him allows me to take control of the whole football team, and a yearly stream of potential jock slaves. I know nothing much about him, but the value-to-effort payoff is the highest with him. Having Chad, Cody, and Rich on his team, I’m sure I can find a way to get there.

Notably missing is Rich’s dad. I know nothing about him except his name’s Philip Chevrolet. His son is about to become the town’s quarterback hero and he can’t even be bothered to show up. Oh well, with him being a missing dad, another ‘daddy’ will replace in his son’s life.

So this is what Napoleon sees when he looks through the map of Europe? There’s conquerable lands everywhere: Italy, Spain, the Germanic states, Austria, and the yet unreachable island of Britain. There’s conquerable minds everywhere: Bruce Bauer, daddy McKinley, janitor Jimmy, Coach Jenkins, and the yet unreachable daddy Chevy. Hearts and minds are indeed a battlefield! So many choices to advance.

Justin: “Hey Dex. Now that the game’s over, I’ve got something to show you. Send ‘29’ to this number.”

Dexter: “What is this for?”

Justin: “Just do it. And look for Chad after texting.”

Chad went down on all fours. Everyone of his teammates is looking down on him, probably just as weirded out as me.

Justin: “Neat, huh? We can send commands to them anywhere.”

Dexter: “I see that, but how is this useful? Aside from the random hilarity of making them do things during class?”

Justin: “We can put this as an additional service to high paying customers. They can control the slaveboi during a live sex show or something.”

Dexter: “Wow! Look at you! Taking the initiative of building our porn empire? That didn’t take a long time.”

We chatted for a little bit before eventually going our separate ways: Justin back to his home, and me going with Brad, to their home. The bois have a party to attend to, a way to unwind and celebrate after a winning game. That’s fine, since I will be busy tonight anyway, and we’ll have our own ‘Sausage Fest’ tomorrow night.

As expected, Bruce is wobbling on his way to the truck, and his train of thoughts are nothing but a jumbled mess. He just continued talking as we coasted on our way.

Bruce: “And then Chad goes boom! He tackled the enemy team. Haha… Hey you! What are you looking at? You wanna fight?”

Brad: “Hey dad! Stop talking to my boss like that. Sir, I’m really sorry, he’s just drunk.”

Dexter: “It’s okay Brad, I get it. Bruce, do you find my voice relaxing?”

Bruce: “Relaxing…”

Dexter: “That’s right! My voice can take you back to that safe, relaxing place. You just need to listen.”

Bruce: “Relaxing place… just listen.”

Dexter: “Good boi! Now, when I count down from 10, you will go back to that safe place. Once we reach 1, you will sleep like a baby. You get that?”

Bruce: “Yes spiral… I obey spiral…”

Dexter: “Good. 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Sleep!”

Dexter: “Now Brad, can you tell me about the state of your dad’s psyche? What are his fears, motivations, and biggest insecurities?”

Brad: “Yes, Master!”

To be continued...