Jason

Some young men are naturally blessed in youth, and Jason was a Greek God kind of guy. His blond wavy locks, large deep blue eyes and naturally stunning jawline made him stand out in a crowd, drawing secret admiration from guys and open adulation from the girls on campus when he started at his university. A sight to behold on campus, Jason’s tall, lean frame was instantly recognisable as one of the main studs around.

He wasn’t there for his brains it was true. He had been offered a place based on his athleticism, as a swimming district champion. As long as he represented the university with distinction, he would be allowed to flounder in his lessons, and supported by his tutors to become a successful graduate. And this gave him the confidence to enjoy a full and active social life, complemented by his early morning swim training.

Jason was friendly and open with most people. He had paid little regard to his new room mate Phil when meeting him on that first day in his hall of residence. A nod, a shake of the hand and a grunted hello acknowledged his new room mate, sizing him up as different from Jason in terms of interests and athleticism. Phil was average height and dimensions, bordering on the small and wiry size with a slight paunch at his belly. It was obvious that Phil was more interested in gaming and books, and Jason quickly surmised that they would probably work in different social circles.

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And so it proved to be. Jason would rise at 5am each day to complete his swim training. 200 lengths of the pool, alone and focused on maintaining his strength and endurance in the pool. As Phil stayed fast asleep in his bed. Jason would start the day early, and then socialise around campus during the day. As Phil stayed in his room and studied. Preferring his own company.

There was no animosity. No unpleasant atmosphere. Jason was easy going, and Phil enjoyed his company. He admired Jason’s popularity, his physique and his winning personality.

In time, Phil began to enjoy Jason’s physique and his company more and more. And more.

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Phil had taken a few years out before attending university. He had used his time well, preparing for his course in psychology, and also experiencing some of his father’s work as a practicing psychologist. He learnt how to adapt the human mind. His reading, research and undergraduate course now at university linked some of the ideas he had formed inside his mind, and he found Jason – poor, dumb Jason with a mind that was easy to manipulate – an easy subject on which he could prey.

Jason never linked the deep conversations with Phil - often during the evenings when Jason had to get up for swimming the next day, and lounged in the room – with his increasing fragility and lack of confidence. Jason couldn’t understand why his swim lap times were increasingly poor, and why he felt more self-conscious about his body and his thoughts these days. As Jason worried, he retreated inside himself and found that he wanted to spend time inside the room with Phil rather than out socialising. Girls held no interest for him any more. And even his cock no longer stirred as a young man in his prime.

Phil talked to him about his issues, and reassured him. Phil seemed to understand what he needed. What he wanted. When everything crumbled and Jason cried with vulnerability, Phil cradled him. Phil helped him. Phil promised that he would rebuild him, and teach him a better life. A life where he could be valuable, and useful.

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It took some considerable time for Phil to re-wire Jason’s mind. To reduce it down to rubble, and then to re-build it in a new way. But Phil was very adept at doing so, and he did so meticulously and patiently. He would not risk his work until he was entirely ready to teach Jason his true calling in life. The wait would be worth it.

Jason trusted Phil, and he submitted to the long sessions laying on the bed with Phil’s words calmly and reassuringly persuading his mind. Teaching him a new way. He began to realise that this new way was the right way. And that he needed Phil, in order to feel good about himself.

When Phil announced one day that he had decided to move to a new university, Jason was devastated. Crestfallen. How could he be successful without his mentor? Phil made him feel safe. Feel secure. Feel valued. Jason had never realised it at all, but he couldn’t imagine being without Phil. He begged him to stay, and promised he would do whatever it took to persuade Phil to stay.

Phil smiled inwardly, and sat down before Jason. He outlined a future in which both of them could be fulfilled. As Jason stood there in his shorts and t-shirt, before Phil, he realised that this future would be right for him. Silently, he nodded and accepted.

A new life. A new symbiotic relationship had formed. And it felt natural to Jason now, to embrace it.

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Jason padded barefoot down from his campus bedroom to the swimming pool. It was 4.45am and the cold morning meant the path was cold under his bare feet. He knew now that footwear was not for him any longer. He hadn’t been allowed any socks or footwear for the past month, since he had accepted his new place in life. It was strange to go to lectures barefoot, but everyone assumed it was part of his training. He was adapting a new lifestyle. It was enough these days to ensure that he focused on his Sir’s footwear instead. Sir’s footwear was kept clean, and his socks cleaned daily too by Jason. Ironed and always ready to be worn by Sir.

In the cold changing room – always empty at this time in the morning – Jason stripped naked. Silently, he pulled up the tight, white speedos over his junk and tied the string. Sir had changed his swimwear to a tighter, whiter look that left little to the imagination. Staring at his sculpted body in the full length mirror, he knew that he looked good. He looked good for his Sir. His whole body was completely shaved now. Everywhere. His golden locks had disappeared, replaced with a shaved stubble. And everywhere below his eyebrows was kept completely hairless. Everywhere. Sir said that this was best.

He looked down at the bulge in his white briefs. Could anyone see the plastic, locked nub cage that imprisoned his cock, he wondered. When he was the campus jock, his meat had nestled inside his designer underwear, six inches. Now it stayed at one inch, kept tightly contained within its prison permanently. It didn’t belong to him now, he had learnt. It was best to forget he ever had a dick, as he wouldn’t be needing it any longer. He no longer touched it. He sat now to piss, and this was the only purpose of the small caged package locked between his legs. He accepted he was dickless now.

Silently, he padded into the pool area and stood before the pool. The darkened pool area accentuated his magnificent body, and a discerning viewer would have picked out the cage under his white briefs. As he dived into the pool, he clenched his butt cheeks hard. Ensuring that the thick plug remained in place as he started his exercise routine. 200 lengths, as his Sir lay asleep in bed. 200 lengths to ensure he kept his body in perfect condition. A purpose in life now. Dickless and with his hole plugged, keeping it appropriately stretched.

After his swim, Jason jogged back to his room barefoot. Entering his room, he stripped as required at the door. Silently and respectfully so as not to disturb his Sir. And – naked other than his nub cage – he walked over to his sleeping Sir, kneeling at the foot of His bed.

Phil had been playing games until 1am, and so was still tired this morning. He had the luxury of a lie in and warm covers on his bed. He allowed his slave a sheet only these days.

He had taken these days to enjoying his gaming even more since he had acquired his new seat. As Phil played games for several hours in the evening, he relaxed on his lean, muscular slave. Jason had learnt his place, lying still under his Sir. Accepting his place. Naked on the tiled floor. Jason lay on his back on the floor, his knees raised so that Phil could rest his back against his slave’s thighs and knees. Phil sat on his slave boy’s lower stomach and played games, his socked feet resting over his slave’s face as he enjoyed the game. As Phil ignored his slave, Jason inhaled his Sir’s socks and thanked the Lord that he now had a purpose. A seat for his Sir as he relaxed and enjoyed games. Silent and still, an object for use. His evenings spent under his Sir’s feet where he belonged.

Now, as the morning sun streamed in, Jason kneeled at the end of the bed and waited. Bowing his head, he contemplated his place. His brow furrowed as his mind considered if this was right. But he always arrived at the same answer. That this was how it should be. And that he needed to show his Sir his complete devotion.

Phil opened his eyes slowly and yawned. Glancing up, he was pleased to see his slave kneeling in position and ready to serve. Slowly, Phil pulled back the covers and sat on the edge of his bed, waking slowly and admiring his slave boy’s perfect, naked physique on display.

With a click of his fingers, the slave moved towards its master on all fours. Patiently and carefully, Jason reached inside his Sir’s trunks and extracted Phil’s cock reverently. The contrast between his Sir’s free cock made his own caged cock twitch in frustration. He couldn’t even get hard these days.

Silently, carefully, reverently, Jason knelt forward and took Sir’s cock into his mouth and onto his tongue. Holding position, he waited until the unmistakeable sensation of his Sir’s morning piss blasted the back of his throat. And obediently he gulped down his breakfast drink. The start of a day of service to his Sir.