Master of the Jocks

Chapter 5

New Toy Soldier

— Chad’s PoV —

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

Chad: “Yes, master!”

**Rule #50-A: I must relax my ass during buttfucking. Rule #50-B: I must clench my ass after fucking to seal in the cum. I must seal it with a dildo if possible. Rule #50-C: My ass will tighten when my fucker twists my right-hand nipple and loosen with the left-hand nipple, based on my fucker’s point-of-view. Rule #50-D: My ass will massage my fucker’s dick when both of my nipples are twisted. Rule #50-E: If my fucker mentions the phrase “Perceive dick size”, my mind would perceive it to be exactly that size. Rule #50-F: If my fucker jacks off my dick, I will perceive my fucker’s dick to be vibrating.**

Oh god, it’s finally happening! I feel the tip of the world’s most important dick touching my butthole. I feel great pride and joy being Master's first anal partner, enough to drown out the despair I feel from hearing ‘naughty boi’ over and over again. My ass lips were more than accommodating in kissing Master’s tip, as I feel it relax and open up, engorging the Master’s fuck stick in an instant. Master has finally claimed my ass! Since serving Master, my body has been subjected to pain and pleasure beyond my wildest imaginations, oftentimes together. The whip marks, electrocution, muscle fatigue, exhaustion, and the weight of carrying Master on my back, all of that tribulation seems worth it for a mere second of this.

Chad: “Sir, one-hundred four, sir!”

Dexter: “You know what slave? You can continue counting on your mind. You are free to worship me and sing praises to my name as I fuck you.”

Chad: “Yes, master! Thank you so much Master. Aaah! Fuck! **Right nipple twist** Yes, master! Breed me and make me your bitch! I need to be your bitch Master! Aw fuck!”

My ass wall tightened around his stick as he twisted my nipple, meat against meat, flesh against bloody flesh. This shouldn’t be humanly possible, but it’s my reality now, Master has greater control of my body than I do. Every fraction of an inch between my ass and his cock in contact feels electric, in a good way, coupled with the cold minty feel of the lube. It keeps me invigorated enough to soldier on the next 5 push-ups where I am electrocuted again. Sir, one-hundred nine, sir!

Dexter: “Oh yeah! Do you like that, my big muscle slut!? Being fucked by your little ol’ Master? Huh? **Grabs hair** You big dumb jock muffin! Huh? Do you enjoy this? Huh? **Double nipple twists**”

Chad: “Oh yes, please Master! Give it to me! I love it! Aaahh! I love you so much Master! I love you Master! Fuck, yeah!”

Dexter: “Haha! Oh, yeah?”

Oh fuck! Did I just say I love you to my Master? Did I actually fall in love with him? I’ll just process this later on. I’m so brainfucked right now to bother with this. Sir, one-hundred fifteen, sir!  I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir! Ouch!

As he twisted both my nipples, I felt the walls of my ass wriggle along his 8-inch dick, similar to the wavy motion of a caterpillar. He continued his in-and-out motion, gaining momentum and speed as the count went by. Each thrust makes a wet squeezing sound of two bodies colliding, adding to the dirty talks, and barrage of moans. The flapping sound of his thrusts sounds like a hypnotic metronome. Flap… Flap… Flap…

Dexter: “Where’s your bravado now, boi? Huh? **Abs slap** Where’s your machismo? You're turning into a Grade-A submissive bitch right now. Huh? **Chest scratch** Being impregnated from your fucking butt by the nerd you bullied before. Huh? You stupid slaveboi! **Abs scratch**”

Oh damn! Master is hate fucking me right now? Let it all go Master. I don’t want to have anything to do with the boy who bullied you before. If this is my payback for that, consider me lucky. This is my punishment, a time for pain, and yet you give me pleasure instead. Your stupid slaveboi simply does not deserve this. I swear Master, I will never drop you. My body is made of steel when it comes to serving you, even when my whole body’s trembling.

Chad: “Yes, master! Ahhh! I’ll take all the pain you want. Please impregnate your stupid slaveboi! Oh, fuck!”

Holy shit! His cock and my ass is like a piston in high gear right now. I can feel the heat from the friction generated by our bodies. We are becoming one, lines are being blurred, as I’m sure his rod is from this fast movement. Fuck!  I’m turning into a full cockslut.

Dexter: “Oh yeah! Good dog! **Dick jerk off**”

Chad: “Holy fuck! Uuggggh! Oh yes, my lord! Uuuggghh! Oh yes, my god!”

This wild ride has gone haywire now, and I’m the ride. I think I'm gonna pass out from this pain-pleasure onslaught. I’m doing push-ups only on reflex and muscle memory now, held merely by the force of sheer willpower of a cornered warrior. Painful electrocution and the electric delight battling against each other. Master continues his thrashing, sliding in-and-out repetitively, making me moan on each cycle. Sir, one-hundred thirty-three, sir!

Dexter: “Fuck slave! That hits the spot! This is so good. I’m gonna enjoy doing this over and over again.”

Chad: “Ughh! Happy, master! Ughh!”

I can feel Master is getting close to cumming. He’s clawing on my abs and shoulders, trying to gain balance as he planted his feet near my knees. He’s biting on my back now, joining me in a chorus of desperate moans, unable to speak a word anymore. I wish I could beg to cum with him. Fuck! He’s near, I can feel it. 

Dexter: “Fuck! You’re my fucking bitch now! Fuuuuuuuck!”

Chad: “Oh yes master! I’m your bitch! Ahhh!”

And with that, Master released his cum inside me. I've been bred with his sacred cum, leaving no doubt who owns my ass and my bubbly butt. I didn’t know he had this in him, but I’m glad he does. Sir, one-hundred forty-five, sir! I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir! Ouch fuckety-fuck! He laid panting on my back as I carried on my last 5 reps. I can see the light on end of the tunnel now.

Chad: “Sir, one-hundred forty-six, sir! Sir, one-hundred forty-seven, sir! Sir, one-hundred forty-eight, sir! Sir, one-hundred forty-nine, sir! SIR, ONE-HUNDRED FIFTY, SIR! I’M SORRY FOR BEING A FUCK-UP, SIR! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, SIR! AW GODDAMNIT!”

I shouted the last rep from the top of my lungs. My first punishment is finally over! I slowly laid down on the floor to rest, spreaded out like a starfish, careful not to disturb my resting Master. He’s still laying on top of me, just as he is in his proper resting place, with a bed of slave flesh below him. As he pulled his dick, a popping sound came on, just the right sound to conclude this. Like clockwork, my ass automatically clenched to seal in Master’s cum. I wish I could suck his dick clean, but I am too exhausted to even move right now. As a jock, I take pride in my ability to endure physical pain and tiredness, but I’ve never felt this spent before. And that feeling of despair is incredibly dreadful and taxing, even more than the physical pain. Worse yet, I will feel that way from simply hearing ‘naughty boi’. Disobeying my Master will be a dangerous idea.

--- Dexter’s PoV —

Note to self: topping is so fun, but also takes a lot of effort. As I lay on top of him, I crawled towards his head, my dick leaving a trace of cum on his ass crack up to his lower back. I petted his hair and asked him the question in a tender whisper.

Dexter: “So, ah, Chad, you love me?”

Okay, I don’t know why I called him by his name, instead of the usual ‘boi’ or ‘slave’. I think this is the first time I did it since I enslaved him. This doesn’t mean anything, right?

Chad: “I’m not sure, Master. I honestly haven’t thought about it. I think it’s just the heat of the moment. Do I even have the permission to love you Master?”

Dexter: “Yes, of course, you can love me as much as you want. I cannot promise you anything more than the love of an owner towards his pet or property though.”

Chad: “Thank you, Master. That’s more than enough for me.”

He’s genuinely happy with that response? He sounds like a boy who got a DVD of Nat Geo's documentary on Freud on Christmas Day. Ok, maybe that reference is not universally applicable.

Damn! I’m spent after all that action. I left Chad and laid on the beds, my heads sideways looking down on Chad. Chad went up on all fours, glacially crawling towards the dildo. It’s either from exhaustion or just carefully making sure not a single drop of cum escapes his bottom chute. He reinserted the dildo on his butt, with both a distraught face and a relieved sigh. I wonder how he truly thinks about this, being a macho man near-permanently buttfucked by an inanimate object in a very effeminate shade of pink.

Dexter: “Slave, be honest. How do you feel about the dildo on your ass?”

Chad: “Master, it’s uncomfortable and invasive. Plus, it’s painful at first. But it’s a real man’s job to please his Master and take on any pain he orders.”

Interesting. He has conflated his own masculine self-identity with his slave identity. Aww! I never thought I’d see the day putting on a pink vibrator could be such a manly thing. And now… he’s wiggling his butt in front of me, proving it’s been securely placed. “Spank!”, I exclaimed. It seems my commands from last Sunday still work, as he gave out a startled “Ouch!” upon hearing it.

Dexter: “Slave, go fetch me some cold water. I’m parched.”

Chad: “As you wish, Master.”

He crawled towards the room exit, and sprinted towards the kitchen. Okay, so now we’re sure he’s not exhausted, not completely, at least. The moment he came back, he presented the glass of water in front of me, once again on one knee and head bowed.

Dexter: “Here’s your water, my king.”

I gulped down the glass of cold water he presented to me, with him looking up, just as thirsty for a drop.

Dexter: “Are you thirsty too, boi?” 

Chad: “Yes, master!”

I snapped and pointed at my cock. He must get this by now: he will drink my pee. He's down on two knees, with hands clasped behind his head, as he wrapped his lips into my dick, assisted only by his tongue. I feel no teeth. Good job boi! I let out a stream of gold water as he struggled to drink it all, breathing hard and loud through his nose just to keep the pace. Upon finishing the drink, he assumed the Kneeling Display position, panting hard, sweating hard, and coughing hard, showing his unspoken disdain for urine. Well, I don’t blame him, lukewarm and salty is hardly what anybody had in mind for the perfect thirst-quencher.

Dexter: “Good boi, Chad. You’ve been a really good boi.”

This is a nice sight: a kneeling hunk with a hard, ring-bound cock twitching in near-vertical, seemingly having an orgasm just from hearing those words. Not just yet boi. I have amazing plans for you and your brother, obviously under the judgeful eye of my video camera.

Dexter: “I’m exhausted. I will take a little nap for a while. Wake me up when your brother is ready for the Ultimate Rite of Submission. You can rest too. Lay down on the floor where my feet can reach your mouth and dick.”

He laid down in front of me, back touching the floor, with only his hands as his pillow. I ran my foot fingers along his shaft, keeping him frustrated and on edge. My other foot dips on his armpits as I feed it to him, mixing into a batter of floor dust and sweat. He’s dutifully licking the batter off my feet, planting some sweet little kisses and tickling tongue contact on my soles. After a while, I feel the tiredness seep in as I doze into a shallow sleep.

I woke up feeling Chad kissing and sucking various parts of my body: my nipples, my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks. “Rule #61: If at any point, you need to wake me up, you must do it with gentle kissing and sucking.” I grazed at his hair as I recomposed myself. He’s looking at me with those longing, puppy, blue eyes.

Chad: “Master, Brad is now ready for the Ultimate Rite of Submission.”

Dexter: “I see, slave. Let’s go to him now. And oh, please bring a cock ring, a dildo, lube, the dumbbells, and the whip with us.”

I strutted towards their living room with both my hands on my back, naked if not for my boxers. I can see Brad from a distance here. He’s laying on the sofa, hands inflexibly supporting the ipod. He must’ve held that for 2 hours now. Going nearer, I’ve observed drool coming out of his mouth, eyelids parted, with a prominent bulge in his pants, and sweat discoloring his black tank top. I hear him still muttering his slave mantra, even when the spiral has already stopped, and even while maintaining a stupid, goofy smile. He looks so dumb and so hot like this. 

Brad: “Dexter is my Master. I am Dexter’s slave. I love listening to Master’s voice. Master’s voice is the truth. Master’s commands are absolute. I will obey my Master. His voice gives me pleasure. His voice makes me relaxed. His voice makes me submissive. His voice makes me horny. His voice makes me feel safe. His voice is my sanctuary. Dexter is my Commander-in-Chief and I am his loyal soldier. I am the property of Master Dexter. My body and my mind belong to Master Dexter. Master controls everything about me. With Master, I fear nothing. With Master, I worry about nothing. With Master, I am safe. Master is my sanctuary. I will serve my Master with all my might. Serving Master is my sacred duty. Serving Master is my purpose in life. I am a slave of Master Dexter. My body belongs to Master Dexter. My cock belongs to Master Dexter. I will obey Master Dexter. Master Dexter is my Commander-in-Chief. Master Dexter has full authority over me.”

Dexter: “Command: wake up. At ease, soldier”

As I said those words, Brad stood up and assumed an at-ease position. Normally it would take two sessions to hypnotize a man, but with a soldier, I predicted it would only take one. Concepts like authority and obedience must’ve been drilled into him during training.

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir!”

--- Brad’s PoV —

Fuck! Why am I obeying this kid? I’m a grown ass man inside my own home. Who does he think he is? No actually, I didn’t catch his name when Chad introduced him to me. The spiral told me that a certain Dexter is now my Master and Commander-in-Chief. Wait, Master? Oh yeah, because I am a slave now. Of course, I have a Master! I tried to look around for Chad, peeking from the corner of my vision, maintaining my at-ease position and my face straight ahead. He’s over there, completely naked and hard. He looks so ridiculously busy carrying one 40-pound dumbbell on each hand, two rings dangling around his cock, lube clamped on right armpit, a whip on the left, and sinking his teeth into a pink rubber penis like a dog on his bone. Bro, are you a slave now too? Help! Is this kid in front of me Dexter!? Just what is happening?

Dexter: “Boi, are you distracted? Aren’t you supposed to keep looking straight?”

Did this shrimp just call me boy? Fuck! I can’t just bark back a reply to this kid without knowing if he’s my Master or not. And why does his voice sound so familiar and so relaxing?  I’ve just gotta bite the bullet and ask the question.

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir! Umm, sir… Is your name Dexter, sir?”

Oh, fuck! He raised his left eyebrow, and his hands are on his waists now. I just asked a stupid question, did I? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I feel my knees weaken just being on the receiving end of that stare. I feel all muscles on my body tense up as a reaction to this prolonged silence. Oh boy, I’m in deep trouble. It’s so obvious to me now just by the air of his unquestionable authority over me.

Dexter: “Yes, boi, my name is Dexter. So, who am I to you now?”

Brad: “Sir, you are my Master and Commander-in-Chief, sir! You own and control me, sir.”

Dexter: “Good to know, slave.”

Fuck! The situation just started to sink on me. I’ve turned into a mindfucked slave by this pipsqueak. Normally, my blood would boil out of anger by now, yet I feel oddly relaxed. Obeying and submitting feels so good, I’m getting hard and horny just thinking of myself as a slave. And Master used Chad to get to me, what a truly brilliant move! How can I possibly compete with the strategic genius of my Commander-in-Chief? It's remarkable he's become my top superior even while being 6 years younger than me. All my military training and battle experience could not have prepared me for this kind of adversary. And now, all that training I have endured for years is nothing more than preparation to carve my body as Master’s plaything and toy soldier. Fuck! That’s so hot and so fucked up. Being enslaved is so fucking hot.

Master sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, with one hand supporting his head, much like the pharaohs of Egypt, confident and secure in his power, sizing me up and down. He clicked on the remote until he reached MTV, as Britney’s ‘I’m a Slave For You’ was just starting to play, with the prominent bass sounds populating the house. He’s giggling over my predicament, and just how appropriate that song is for the situation.

Dexter: “Chad, please give the dumbbells to Brad. Brad, darling, do some biceps and triceps exercises while Chad rip off your clothes and strip you to complete nudity. Brad, sing-along with Britney and give me a good show, will you? **Chuckles** And oh, Chad, please leave the dog tags behind. Are we clear, bois?”

Brad and Chad: “Yes, master!”

We barked in unison, with Chad still biting on the penis. Chad handed me the dumbbells, which I used to do some high curls, exposing my swelling biceps. Are you enjoying the gun show yet, Master? “Get it, get it, get it, get it, woah”, I hear myself giving out deep erotic moans singing this, and my man-rod is creating a prominent tent against my cargo pants. My hips thrusts and my body flexes at the rhythm of the song. Chad took my tank top and started to rip it from the top, exposing my tattooed chest and washboard abs to Master. Master licked his lips seeing that. “What’s practical? What’s logical? What the hell, who cares?” Chad continued ripping on my tank top, now going for the sweaty area around my shoulders to bring me to toplessness. Then he knelt down and popped on the button of my cargo pants. I transitioned to an Arnold Press now, bringing both my hands to the top, dumbbells clinging as they meet up there. “I’m a slaaaave for you. I cannot hold it, I cannot control it.” He dropped my pants to my ankles, then I stepped out of it.

I know what’s next: my boxer briefs. I’m trembling at the thought that a perverted fag will check out my manhood like I’m a sexy piece of meat. “Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me?” Chad, bro, wake up! We can’t just let this nerd control us like this. Oh God! Chad is probably even deeper into Master’s control now than I am. I feel a surge of resistance as I feel my arms going down to my crotch area just as Chad pulled my boxers down, trying to hide my 8-inch vertically-erect sausage from Master’s stares, in total futility. I looked down on Chad and saw his face in complete shock, probably surprised I have the audacity to defy Master. He gave out an utterance despite gritting his dildo-bone, shaking his head, probably saying “Bro, don’t do this.”

Dexter: “Boi, flex!”

That command is obviously directed to me. I feel my arm muscles stiffen amidst that order, going numb as they hang from my broad shoulders. My head is bowed down and tears are bubbling on the corner of my eyes. My heart is heavy having to disobey my Master, but I just can’t bring myself to show all of myself to him. I used up all of the will remaining in me and just stood there, trembling and sobbing.

Brad: “I’m sorry Master but I can’t obey that.”

Master stood up from his position, walking around me, while I could only gaze at his feet. I cannot even look him straight in the eye like a man.

Dexter: “Whose property are you again, slave?”

Brad: “Yours, Master.”

Dexter: “And you’re preventing me full access over my property? My full right as an American over my own property!? That makes you what… a communist? A traitor? Is that what you are boi, a dirty commie traitor?”

Brad: “No, Master. I mean, I don’t know Master. I’m not a communist, Master, I swear.”

I’m trapped! If I obey Master, I’ll be a full-fledged sex toy of a gay, nerdy, wimp. If I disobey, I’ll be an unworthy, communist traitor. Master leaned on my back, squeezing my butt, and starting with a whisper, uttered the words:

Dexter: “I own you, boi! I’m not gonna repeat myself again, slave. FLEX!”

Upon hearing his drill instructor shout, my instincts just kicked in. My arms left my crotch and flew to my sides, holding the dumbbells high, my biceps bulging in absolute surrender to his orders. He grabbed my balls and squeezed it hard, causing me to wail in pain.

Dexter: “Don’t you dare forget who owns this ever again, slave! 

Brad: “Yes, Master. I’m so sorry, Master.”

Dexter: “You’ve wasted enough time. Chad, put the cock ring and the dildo on your brother. And Brad, ‘Command: Ultimate Rite of Submission’”

Fuck! Just what is happening now? I feel tongues all over my body, slurping on my most sensitive parts. I feel tongues flicking on my nipples, one wrapping my neck in warmth and wetness, and my armpits receiving a warm tongue bath. My legs feel like they're falling into fine sands, while warm waves wash my back. Am I back into that safe place again? I can see Chad biting on the ring, pulling it nearer onto my dick, while holding a lubed-up dildo towards my ass. Don’t do it, bro! Please do it! I don’t know what to think anymore. Argh! Fuck! This ring-fitting blow job is too much to handle. Master clicked on a button and the dildo on my ass started to vibrate. Fuuuuck! I can hear Master chuckling as I shut my eyes hard from this immense pleasure. Then I feel a whip on my bubbly butt. **Whoop** I howled lustfully, as I usually do as foreplay with my girlfriend. I am helplessly turned on right now.

Dexter: “I am giving you a choice, slaveboi. **Whoop** You can have your freedom back. Your autonomy, your free will, your self-control, all will be yours once again. You will forget everything that happened here. **Whoop** You will go back to your old life, along with the good and the bad things that come with it, and we will go our separate ways. All you need to do is to hold back from cumming until the clock strikes midnight. **Whoop** Or, you can submit to me, one-hundred percent, mind, body, and soul. You will be 100% mine: mine to command, mine to mold, mine to punish, and mine to play with. **Whoop** The old you will be gone, and you will be replaced by a new man, one in absolute service to me. You will be born again. **Whoop** You won’t need to fight your demons anymore. You won’t feel any hatred or disgust anymore, only acceptance. **Whoop** You will only need to obey. You don’t have to worry about anything. You will be safe and you will desire for nothing, only serving me. **Whoop** You will no longer have emotional burdens. You will no longer have trauma from your past life. Only peace. Only happiness. **Whoop** All you need to do is cum. Cum to heaven with me, slaveboi! **Whoop**”

Dexter: “Chad, don’t swallow his cum. Let it splash on your face.”

Chad: “Hmm.. hmm… hmm…”

Argh! I can’t take it anymore! How did I end up caught up in this incestuous clusterfuck with Chad sucking my dick? Our bulging muscles are comically helpless against the barest words from our Master. We’re nothing more than muscle puppets, acting on a play intricately written by Master. Damn! This feels really, really, good. And Master’s so sure I will eventually cum. After all, midnight’s hours from now. Bro, do I even stand a chance? Did you have to go through this too? I can only submissively flex my muscles doing dumbbell exercises, while our Master is manhandling me in all places, liberally enjoying his right to his property. My blood’s raging, my heart thumping, my hips thrusting, my abs tightening, my body’s sweating, my ass vibrating, and I'm heavy-breathing. I took a little glimpse of my bro, he’s completely covered in whip marks, yet he looks so blissful sucking my dick. Do you enjoy serving Master, bro? I’m thinking a genuine part of you wanted me to be enslaved as well. Why am I holding on to freedom anyway? I went to hell to fight for freedom. I came back home and hell followed me, never letting me go. Maybe there is freedom in slavery. Should I join you? I let out a deafening loud howl as I came on Chad.

Brad: “Awoooooooooo!”

I shot my load about 10 times on Chad’s face. I’m suddenly transported to the days when we were splashing each other’s face with a water gun. I hope we can have such fun times again brother. I fell on all-fours panting. Master tapped my chin with his whip, ordering me to look up. That moment felt incredibly magical. I could’ve sworn I saw Master with a gentle light surrounding his small frame. I lightly kissed his foot in abject adoration.

Brad: “Sir, Corporal Bradley Bauer, reporting for duty, sir!”

To be continued…