Master of the Jocks

Dexter Intrudes Chad's and Brad's Home

--- Chad’s PoV ---

I woke up in the middle of a cotton field, with plots of land stretching as far as the eye can see. The sky is painted in a perfectly blue summer morning, the cottons detaching from the shrubs they are growing from, floating into the sky, and becoming the clouds themselves. I am bound to an X-shaped cross, naked as the day I was born, with two sets of natural forces fighting it out over my spreaded form. On one hand is the gentle morning sun, warming me with its rays, blanketing me in a sheen of sweat. On the other hand, is the mild breeze, blowing through my sweaty body, enveloping me in a sensual chill. Everything looks so real, everything feels so real, yet I am sure I am in a dream, one where you are completely aware you are in a dream. There is simply no escape from Master, even within my dreams he comes and shows me his power and control. Not that I would ever consider escaping from him.

Slimy snakes are slithering around my body, with colors and patterns similar to the hypnotic spiral Master has shown me. There’s two coiled around my arms, flicking their fast-moving tongues on my pits, tickling me. Two are coiled around my legs flicking on my inner thighs. A smaller one, thin as a rope, is coiled around my cock and balls, keeping me hard, and flicking on my cock head. And finally, one coiled around my neck, like a dog collar, with its head directly in front of mine. The ruby-red eyes of the snakes pierced through my soul, as if saying that even within my subconscious I am being watched. Each contraction of my muscle is met with a contraction of one of the snakes, keeping me firmly in this position. Finally, an echoing voice thundered over this constructed world, both coming from nowhere and everywhere. My mind and body welcomed that voice, both in full-attention, in every sense of the word.

Dexter: “Good night, slaveboi! Are you enjoying this dream space I’ve created? It’s a shame I cannot join you here. I would love to play with your bound body, but for now, the snakes will suffice. I will lay down the rules and terms of your slavery. You are to repeat them here but you are not allowed to sleep talk in the real world.”

Dexter: “Rule 1: You are to keep our Master-slave relationship a secret. You can only speak of it to people who know of it, and for now, those are only my parents.”

Chad: “Rule 1: I am to keep our Master-slave relationship a secret. I can only speak of it to people who know of it, and for now, those are only Master’s parents.”

Dexter: “Rule 2: You cannot hurt me. You can only hurt me in a sexual way and only if I consented to it.”

Chad: “Rule 2: I cannot hurt my Master. I can only hurt my Master in a sexual way and only if my Master has consented to it.”

The list went on to around 100 different rules. Normally, I would not be able to retain this much information, but Master has a way to keep my subconscious absorbing every word he says. I woke up excited, fully energized, and hard. I look forward to my first full day of serving Master, equipped with the proper knowledge on how to please him.

--- Cody’s PoV ---

My name is Cody. I’m one of the most popular guys on the campus, and definitely the most handsome. Yeah, modesty isn’t one of my strongest suits. The most popular guy, of course, is Rich. God, I fucking hate that guy! On the outside, I act like we’re the best of friends or something. We knew each other from a very young age since my dad works for his dad. He’s a ranch hand on their family’s field. It would not be the best idea to punch his fucking ugly smug face even when my fist begs me to do it. I think he knows that too, that’s why he parades around his cheerleader girlfriend, Brandi, around our faces. The audacity of that guy! I told him I had a crush on her. He told me to go for it. When I finally expressed my feelings to her, she told me she’s already seeing someone. And yes, you can guess who it was? It was my first time being rejected like that, by a girl I genuinely like, all because of my “brother”, whom I trusted and asked advice from. It was the ultimate betrayal! In my little way, I take revenge on him too. Brandi and I are seeing each other behind his back. You know, he actually cares about his grades so I try to “relieve” Brandi off of her loneliness whenever he’s busy studying. In the end, all girls fall deep for my ‘handsome cowboy’ shtick, even Brandi. Rich gets Brandi in public; I get her in private.

Chad is probably the closest friend I have right now. We were both part of the football team throughout high school but the past months being in the same class forged that bond. I even bring him to my favorite thing to do in this small town: teenage drinking and riverside fucking. Yup, he knows all about Brandi and me, even about the betrayal-and-revenge part. Plus, his 22-year-old brother, Brad, is more than complicit in buying us beer. I expected nothing different during this romantic full-moon night. Rich is out studying again, Brandi is lonely and free, and Chad and I will go with our girls to the river. Instead, he chose to go home and help his brother with something. He was also absent from our fun yesterday. He actually chose to study for a stupid Chemistry exam, and with that faggy nerd Dexter no less!? And he has missed 2 lunches with us already. I don’t know what has gotten into him lately.

--- Dexter’s PoV ---

Chad and I were looking into their home through the windshield of my car, with Chad driving me, of course. Their home is far from the middle-class home I grew up in. While ours has all the trappings of suburbia, their home is humbler, if not a bit dilapidated. A beat-up pickup truck is parked outside their house, one which I’m informed is owned by Brad. Everything about their home is devoid of, shall we say, “female touch”. Well, I’m not really here for a house tour, but it does give a peek into the mindset and story of the people living in it. Have I told you I like Psychology?

Dexter: “Boi, repeat the story we discussed last night.”

Chad: “Yes, Master. You are a research associate for a university Psychology professor. He developed a method, using hypnosis, to cure psychological issues ranging from alcoholism to anger issues to PTSD. He asked you to find potential subjects to aid in his research. We were classmates last year and you reached out to me knowing I had anger issues to deal with. I would claim you completely cured my issues with only one session. In exchange for research data, you will give the respondents $100 and a free hypnotic therapy session. Does that sound about right, Master?”

Dexter: “Good boi, Chad!”

No way this is excessive, right? I mean, it’s just a little story to make sure that my hypnotic therapy sounds credible and serious. Imagine some high school kid looking to hypnotize you, claiming that he can cure your PTSD. You would be skeptical too, right? I also have this fake university ID just to add on that. Oh, please!? People create fake IDs to enter a nightclub or buy beer, and this is much more important than that. Like I said before, better be safe than sorry.

**Rule 11-A: When I say ‘good boi’, you will feel a wave of erotic pleasure run over your whole body. You will find this feeling addictive and you will find ways to hear these words again. Rule 11-B: When I say ‘naughty boi’, you will feel a painful electric current run over your whole body, in addition to a profound feeling of despair for disappointing your Master. Both phrases will work under any context and whoever is around.**

Upon saying ‘Good boi’, I groped him by his crotch and felt his sausage twitch and harden behind his basketball shorts. He’s not wearing any underwear, also another rule. He gave out a loud and deep moan, a melody which I’m getting used to by now. His body straightened in an instant, his fists clenched, his eyes closed shut, and his head threw back a little bit, all accentuated further by the look of pleasure in his face. That dopamine hit must’ve lasted no more than a couple of seconds, yet it is able to solicit such a strong response from him. The best part of it wasn’t even his physical response, but the fact that I’m rewiring his brain to my preferences. Each phrase, a press of a potter towards his clay, molding the soft earth into whatever the potter wants. In a matter of months, I will have him eating from the palm of my hands, without even a need to utter a single word of command, using only simple facial and hand gestures.

I walked into Chad’s family home as he opened the door for me, surely nothing more than an act of Southern hospitality. His brother greeted us from the couch, watching some nightly football on the TV. Chad went over his scripted introduction. I inspected his brother as he walked towards us. If Chad is a darling, then his brother is a treasure, and I would say an upgrade from Chad himself. Looks-wise, he can be described as an All-American bad boy soldier. I was never into playing toy soldiers or GI Joe as a kid, but this is one full-sized action figure I wouldn’t mind playing with. Oohlala!

Brad is about 6’4 ft. tall and around 230 lbs., with his muscles more toned and defined than Chad’s: the Hollywood’s ideal of a badass marine. His black tank top shows the contours of his 8-pack abs and his chest buns, contrasting with the metallic reflections of the dog tags he is wearing. Jesus! What’s up with these brothers wearing matching tank tops? Not that I’m complaining, of course. His muscular arms are adorned by tattoos: Semper Fidelis on the left, the Texas map on the right, and his right chest peeping out with tribal tattoos. The sides of his head have the usual short hair, while he rocks a naturally blond mohawk with about a month’s worth of hair, adding to the scruff he’s got around his face. The camouflage-patterned cargo pants adds to his “rough and tough” exterior, extending all the way down to his bare feet. Lastly, he shares his brother’s bright blue eyes. I must’ve been dozing when I realized he reached out his calloused hands to greet me with a low raspy voice.

Brad: “What’s up man? I’m Brad. Are you okay?”

Dexter: “Oh, yeah man! Don’t mind me. I just got a bit carried away by how big you are.”
Ouch! He squeezed by hand on that hand shake. Is he trying to intimidate me? Let’s just make things clear here, soldier boi. I am not the prey here, you are.

Brad: “Oh yeah? I do get that a lot. By the way, aren’t you a bit young to be in college?”
Dexter: “I advanced 3 years ahead of my peers. I’m pretty intelligent, you see. But there are even kids about 10 years old attending college already. 16 years old in college is not that impressive. Here is my student ID, in case you need further proof.”

Brad: “Nah man! I’m still not totally convinced with this hypno mumbo jumbo, but if my bro says you’re good, you’re at least worth a try. I trust him.”

Dexter: “Well, if anything, you’ll still come out ahead with $100.”

Brad: “Cool, man! Anyway, shall we start now?”

Dexter: “Oh yeah, sure. By the way, I need to make sure there are no distractions or outside stimuli for this session. Is there anybody else who might come around soon and interrupt this process?”

Brad: “There’s nobody here. The old man went with his buddies to drink today. He’s probably gonna come home past midnight.”

Dexter: “Okay, that’s good. I have prepared this relaxing tea. It will help you settle down a little bit for the therapy session. Just lay on the couch and try to relax after finishing it.”

--- Brad’s PoV ---

Drink the tea and lay on the couch and relax. Sounds simple enough. I took the Thermos lid he offered to me and drank the lukewarm tea. It tastes a little bit herbal and minty, with some bitter after-taste. I laid down on the couch and closed the TV. It’s not like the Cowboys are playing tonight. Nothing much of value was lost. It has only been a minute or two but I can already feel the effects of the tea working. I feel warm and relaxed, if not a little bit sleepy. Knowing Chad is around, I can feel safe to just let go. It’s not like this weird nerd can do anything to us, right? With his pathetic body, Chad and I can probably take 4 of him, each. The nerd handed me an ipod, saying that I need to listen and watch the hypnotic spiral. The spiral talked to me in an echoing voice, similar to the nerd’s voice, as a deep repetitive noise chimed in the background. Each line is slow and drawn out.

The Spiral: “Take a deep long breath… In… And out… In… And out… As you continue your breathing exercise, you will feel your body relax… Relax… Breath in… And out… In… And out… You will feel your mind relax… Relax… All unnecessary thoughts forgotten… Breath in… And out… In… And out… All worries fade into the background… Relax… Your focus is only on the spiral and the voice… Breath in… And out… The outside world is shut out… Breath in… And out… In… And out… The spiral draws you in… Relax… The voice is the only thing you hear… Relax… You cannot look away from the spiral… Breath in… And out… You love looking at the spiral… Relax… Looking at the swirling colors makes you relaxed… Breath in… And out… Listening to the voice makes you relaxed… Relax… You will feel your body becoming heavier and heavier… Relax… You will feel your eye lids becoming heavier and heavier… Relax… Your thoughts are becoming slower and slower… Breath in… And out… In… And out… Looking at the spiral makes your feel sooo good… Relax… Listening to my voice makes you feel sooo good… Relax… Obeying my voice makes you feel sooo good… Relax… Obeying makes you feel sooo relaxed… And sooo good… You love obeying the voice… Breath in… And out… Because the voice makes you feel sooo good… And sooo relaxed… Relax… Obeying the voice gives you sooo much pleasure… Obey… You feel the pleasure inside your body… Obey… You feel the pleasure inside your mind… You do not think… Relax… You obey… Because obeying gives you pleasure… Obey…”

The Spiral: “I will count down from 10… Obey… When I reach 1, you will fall into a deep sleep… Relax… Nothing can wake you up from sleep… Breath in… And out… Nothing but the exact words, “Command: wake up!” Relax… Your eyes will remain open during this sleep… Relax… Your eyes will remain heavy during this sleep… Obey… Your eyes will remain glued to the spiral… Relax… Ten, obey… All your worries and thoughts just fade into the background… Nine, obey… You leave them in the dust, never to be seen again… Eight, breath in… You are on a safe, relaxing beach… Seven, and out… You feel the warm waves washing over your body, giving you sooo much pleasure… Six, relax… The voice brought you to this safe, relaxing place… Five, obey… Listening and obeying the voice just gives you sooo much pleasure… Four, relax… You don’t want to leave this place… Three, breathe in… You just want to sleep in this place… Two, and out… Nothing can disturb your sleep in this place… And one… Sleep!”

--- Dexter’s PoV ---

It’s about 10 minutes now since I played the spiral video. Brad must be deep asleep by now. I ordered Chad to carry me into his room, like a groom towards his precious bride, while his big brother’s brain is being barbecued. I observe their shared room while lounging on my throne made of muscular arms: dumbbells scattered around the room, some used clothing just thrown away, posters of female celebrities and models, all sorts of balls, a drawer surely containing a firearm, lodged in between two beds. The room is saturated with male musk, an atmosphere both intoxicating and revolting.

Dexter: “Put me down in that bed, boi. And bring the two beds together. I will administer your punishment here.”

Chad: “Yes, Master.”

Carrying out his punishments inside his own room is a thoughtful little calculation on my part, of course. Chad must realize there is no corner in this world where he is safe from me, not from his dreams, not from his home, and not from school. Oh, I haven’t told you about the school part? It’s simple: he wears a cock ring and a dildo in school now too, another rule. During lunch, I make him run around the school track until lunch is finished, with the dildo turned on, of course. Then he rushes to get changed, eats his lunch, and gets into class ASAP. Isn’t that delightful? Ah, I must have been carried away a little. To drive home that point, I will punish him inside his own bedroom, a place he must associate with privacy and rest.

Dexter: “First of all, you’ve been a ‘naughty boi’! You are guilty of two counts of cumming in my room, one count of throwing your clothes in my room, one count of failing to put the dildo inside your ass, and one count of not adopting the proper position, for a total of 5 counts. Do you disagree with this?” Chad: “No, master.”

Dexter: “Do you remember the price of each count of correction, slave?”

Chad: “Yes, Master! Rule #31: Each count of correction is equivalent to 30 push-ups. The push-ups must be done completely naked. Each round follows the shout: “Sir, number of push-ups done, sir!” On every fifth round, I must shout: “Sir, I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir!” and I shall hear the words “Naughty boi!” echo through my mind.”

Dexter: “That’s right! And how should a punishment feel for you, boi?”

Chad: “Rule #33: Pain and punishments carried out by Master will make me hard and horny. I am a full-blown masochist for Master’s punishments.”

Dexter: “Good job! I will inspect you too for infractions of Rule 47. Do you remember that as well?”

Chad: “Rule #47-A: I will no longer wear underwear. Rule #47-B: I will keep my cock, balls, and butthole shaved. Rule #47-C: I will keep the dildo lodged inside my butthole at all times. I am only allowed to remove it for hygiene, health, or sexual purposes. Rule #47-D: I will wear a cock ring. This ring will signify my vow to be loyal to my Master, on this day forward, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.”

Dexter: “Excellent slave. Before we commence, I would like you to fetch my whip from my bag.”

Chad: “Yes, master.”

Chad took off to get my whip eagerly, one that is more like a stick than a rope. When he returned, he presented it to me with both hands, on one knee, with his head bowed down, much like a knight presenting his sword to his king. Chad took off all his clothes in a haste, folding them properly and putting them on the top of his drawer. His hard cock is already leaking some pre-cum, and yet, his face reeks of depression, clearly a side effect of being called a “naughty boi” just a few seconds ago. He positioned himself in a resting push-up position, with his plump, meaty cock delineated from his rigid, diagonal body through the cock ring.

Chad: “Master, permission to commence the punishment.”

Dexter: “Go ahead, boi.”

He started to do his push-ups, his leaking cock touching the floor every time he went down.
Chad: “Sir, one, sir! Sir, two, sir! Sir, three, sir! Sir, four, sir! Sir, five, sir! Sir, I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir!” **Uugghh**

On the fifth push-up, he grunted with agony from an imaginary electrocution. His body quivered, his cock remains firmly hard, and his nipples are thrusting from his body, just begging to be pinched. He has begun sweating from the exercise, and his reddened face blends perfectly-well with his eyes on the verge of a tear. It’s so good to know I’ll still have 145 rounds of this. I can sit on him like a theme-park ride. Maybe even use him as a foot stool while I read some books? Or which body part to receive the tough love of my whip? Ah! Owning a slave is such a burdensome thing. So many decisions to make!

**Whoop!** We start on the ass, leaving a long red mark on that bubble butt. **Whoop!** That one on his back this time. Each whip caused him to squirm and his cock to twitch. Aren’t I such a benevolent god? Even under pain, I want to make sure that my slave is enjoying it? “Sir, seventeen, sir!”, Chad continued. I crouched beside him, peeking directly at his cock and his nipples. I reached at his sweaty nubs and twisted it. His counting became a grunt and veins were popping from his reddened neck. I love how he’s just enduring it. I played with his cock next, enjoying the motion of it springing back to position after being flailed around by my stick-whip. **Whoop!** It seems I am missing his dick, hitting his lower abs instead. **Whoop!** “Sir, thirty-three, sir!” At this point, his face sweat has mixed with his tears, both rolling from his face, not knowing which is which. **Whoop!** I continued whipping him: on his arms, his legs, on his shoulders, at the back of his neck, and most definitely on his back and butt. “Sir, forty-nine, sir!” I admired my masterpiece: red strokes on white canvas, an ephemeral vision of contemporary slavery. Eventually, I got quite tired whipping my slave. I sat on his bed as I put my feet on his bruised back. “Sir, seventy-five, sir! Sir, I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir! Argh!” Ah, that must be enough. I slapped his muscular ass, with my bare hand this time, as another drop of precum fell to the floor.

I took my lube from my bag and went back into the bedroom. Chad is still braving out his full punishment. I must say, I’m proud of his endurance as his Master. “Sir, eighty-five, sir! Sir, I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir! Ooooouch!” I sat on his back, cross-legged, as I took the dildo from his ass, slowly sliding out every single inch of this 8-inch silicone penis from his pink hole. Then I reinserted it, and slid it out, in and out, over and over again, priming his hole for what he knows is coming. All the while, I am applying lube on my own fucker with my left hand, getting myself ready. “Sir, ninety-nine, sir!” He continued his push-ups, carrying on more than 300 lbs of our combined weight on his mighty shoulders. I took off my clothes while sitting on him, throwing it all over their room along with the dildo. I know, right? My rules are so one-sided. 

I repositioned myself on his back, laying down on him, with my head on his upper back. My hands are wrapped around his abs as I hug him, both his nipples and his dick within my reach. I feel the evaporating warmth of his welted, sweaty body as I lay my head to rest, enjoying the up and down movement. I place my fuckstick directly in front of his contracting butthole. As I felt the tip of my dick touch his puckered hole, I whispered to him.

Dexter: “Perceive 8 inches and don’t you dare fucking drop me, okay slave?”

Chad: “Yes, master!”

To be continued…