Master of the Jocks

Chad Goes Deeper Under Dexter's Control

My name is Chad and I’m graduating high school about 6 months from now, at least I’m hoping I go through this time. My grades are tethering on the line and I need all the help I can get. I wish I could just threaten nerds to do my homework and projects for me, as it was before, but things became more dicey since my suspension last year. You see, I’m a hothead. I’m just born that way. My fists curl up whenever a nerd gloats their grades on my face, or a homo checks me up and pretends he’s not doing it when I look his way. That didn’t go so well last year. I grew up in a military family, and while violence is not actively taught as a means to a selfish end, I was raised that a real man should know his way with his guns and his other “guns”.

I’ve always considered signing up to serve as a path after finishing high school. That changed when my brother Brad came back home from Afghanistan. He had so much battlefield trauma, he woke up in the middle of the night, with cold sweat and heavy breathing, while filling our shared room with nightmare-fueled loud groans. Oh! Here’s another path that closed for me: college athletics sponsorships. I’ve had some prospective coaches check me out for their programs last year, but that dried up quickly since the suspension. Going to college without a scholarship is definitely out of the question. My only other options are blue collar jobs in this small town, but I’d have to compete with other guys who had no reputation for juvenile delinquency. Word spreads fast in a small town, you see. So currently, I don’t have a lot of options on my plate right now.

As odd as it is, I can only see my future with Sir Dexter. Last night, I had a dream where I was working for him as his bodyguard, and he is the founder and CEO of a company. He is well-suited, respected, and admired by people around him, including me. I used to hate him for the reasons that I look up to him now: his smarts that make teachers like him, and the fact that he is younger than us and yet getting all the top test scores. During our session yesterday, he sounded very confident and sure of what exactly to do next. I can only listen and obey what he says: “run five laps”, “go to my home tomorrow night”, “watch this spiral and listen closely to the voice”. Being ordered around like that would have built up my anger, but with Sir Dexter, I feel at ease. I’ll apologize to him tonight for all the bullying I’ve done. I hope he doesn’t hold grudges.

My feet were tensing up as I stood at the front door of Sir Dexter’s house. I am huffing to release some tension and jogging in place as if I am a boxer. I knocked twice on sir’s front door. I’m a little bit anxious and a lot more excited. He opened the door with the most effortless clothing imaginable. He wears furry bunny slippers that match perfectly with his unkempt hair, thick glasses, and some baby blue pajamas this early in the night. I would normally laugh at this ridiculous get up. Instead, he looked so precious in that instant. He looks like a child that needs a big strong man to protect him.

Chad: “Good evening si… I mean, Dexter. I’m here.”

God! I sounded like a total dork there. I don’t know if it’s weird to call him sir so I kind of hesitated. Calling him Dexter sounds so awkward to me now. I’ve always looked down on him, quite literally because he’s only shoulder-tall for me, but I cannot even consider him as an equal now. I look at him as my superior and possible future boss, one that I need to impress. You know what? I’m just gonna call him sir. I don’t wanna think hard about this because thinking is only trouble.

Dexter: “Oh hi Chad! Seems you are overdressed for the occasion. Anyway, my computer is in my room on the second floor, second door to the right. Just wait up there while I prepare a relaxing tea for you. Tea makes concentrating so much easier.”

Damn! My body ached to hear that soothing voice again. It’s so smooth, it almost melted me down to my knees. He’s got a pretty high voice for a boy, but it is very authoritative and firm. Every word brought chills up my spine and gave me a strong impulse to obey.

Chad: “Sir, yes, sir! Go up the stairs and wait in the room on the second door to the right, sir!”

Ah! That sounded very natural and relaxing. It’s settled then. I would call him sir whenever appropriate. I hurried towards his room and observed a little bit. You have all the expected amenities a ner… err… smart young man like him would have: books about science stuff, with names I cannot even pronounce, some Pokemon cards, Nintendo game consoles, and a table with pens and papers scattered around it. More importantly, there’s a computer with the same relaxing spiral video he showed me, but in pause. His room is completely devoid of anything sports related. I don’t think he and I have a lot in common.

Now the question is: how will I wait for him in this room? Do I sit in his bed? His computer chair? His study chair? I don’t have his permission to sit on anything. Do I wait just standing or kneeling? Wait! Do I actually think of waiting for him on my knees? That might be a bit too much, but it comes just right with me calling him sir. I’ll just wait for him in a soldier’s ‘attention’ position. That way I can show him my respects but not do something excessive this early on. I maintained that stern position for about 15 minutes before he came up to his room.

Dexter: “Hey Chad. Why are you standing like a soldier? And why have you been calling me sir since yesterday?”

Chad: “Umm… I don’t know sir, but calling you sir just makes me feel relaxed and it feels so natural. I would also like to tell you something sir. I apologize for the way I treated you all this time sir. I was mean to you and I bullied you sir. I’m really sorry sir.”

Dexter: “Oh yeah? Shouldn’t you be on your knees when asking for forgiveness?” chuckles

Fuck! I should’ve just knelt down. It does sound like he’s only joking about it. Still, better be safe than sorry. I knelt in front of him with both my knees apart on his carpet, head bowed, and my hands resting on my thighs. And with all the sincerity I can muster, I apologized to him.

Chad: “Sir Dexter, I am really sorry for everything I’ve done. For every time I bullied you and hurt you. For every time I called you names and humiliated you in front of the class. I don’t know if you can forgive me but I am willing to do anything to earn your trust and forgiveness. Anything at all sir! I mean this sincerely from the bottom of my heart sir!”

“Do anything to earn your trust and forgiveness?” “Bottom of my heart?” What the fuck was that!? That is the cheesiest speech I have ever given, by far. And I’m apologizing on my knees to this man whom I used to dominate and look down on. I’ve never felt so humiliated and small in my entire life. I sounded so desperate and I was about to tear up begging him. But I also felt kind of relieved, I expressed my genuine feelings to him. I do hope he forgives me though. I am shrinking, looking up in front of sir’s superior gaze as he wears a confident smirk, with his hands folded in front of him, and a single eyebrow raised. I’ll admit that I’m intimidated by this younger man, only half my size, wearing furry bunny slippers, baby blue pajamas, and thick glasses.

Dexter: “Alright, alright! I am willing to forgive you. As for doing ANYTHING, we can start with you drinking this tea and watching this video spiral.”

— Dexter’s PoV —

Wow! Did Chad just knelt down to apologize to me!? Seems like he’s getting deeper and deeper into my control way faster than I thought. This all happened even before the second spiral video began. He looked so harmless on his knees that I’ve almost forgotten this is the same guy whom I tried to avoid several times before. And those budding pearls of tears in his eyes? Chef’s kiss! After that whole display of submission, I ordered him to stand up and settle down to watch the spiral video. I played it as soon as he finished drinking the tea. Is it spiked? Well, duh! My voice already relaxes him, but it’s better safe than sorry.

Five minutes into the video, I can see Chad’s eyes already starting to get heavy. His lips are departing from each other in that aroused manner, as drool starts to form on the right side of his mouth. He is taking deep long breaths with his mouth. His body is slouched comfortably in the chair in a half-sitting-half-lying position, with his upper chest and butt having minimal contact with the chair. One of his arms is resting on the arm support, while his other heavy hand is placed over his visible bulge. The trifecta of my voice, the sedatives, and the colorful spiral really did a number to his brain. At about 15 minutes, he started to mumble the new mantra I implanted on the video:

Chad: “Dexter is my Master. I am a slave of Master Dexter. Master owns and controls me. Master owns and controls my body. Master owns and controls my mind. I will obey Master Dexter. I will submit to Master Dexter. His words are my truths. His commands are absolute. I am my Master’s property. I am my Master’s sex toy. I am my Master’s muscle boi. Master is my ultimate superior. Master is always right. Obeying my Master makes me feel relaxed and horny. Submitting to him is natural. My place is on my knees before my Master. Master owns and controls my body. Master owns and controls my cock and balls. Master owns and controls my nipples. Master owns and controls my ass. Master owns and controls every fiber of muscle in this body. I am hard for Master Dexter. I am horny for Master Dexter. Master controls my orgasms. I will not cum without Master’s permission. I cannot cum without Master’s permission. Master owns and controls my mind. Master controls my thoughts. Master controls my subconscious. Master will think for me. Master will make the decisions for me. I am a dumb jock slave. Master Dexter is smart. I will obey my Master. I will submit it to my Master. I am my Master’s property.”

I’m getting excited just watching him repeat that. I watched the swirling colors at the narrow slit of his half-opened eyes, dancing at the rhythm of my hypnotic poetry. Snap! I should look away and not end up as a casualty of my own hypnosis. I don’t want to end up a slave to myself, whatever that means.

My mom went up to my room and brought some snacks, pointing at my boi, and giving out a loud whisper, “Is that your slave, honey? He’s hot!” I replied back with an equally-loud whisper, “I know mom, I know!” She replied back, “Ok, I’ll leave you two then.”, as she shut the door behind her. It’s a good thing my “open-minded” parents find slavery to be a completely normal trend for today’s teens.

I’ve waited an additional 90 minutes, taking little bites while wasting my time trying to find a Feebas, an annoyingly rare pokemon. When Chad finally finished, he straightened up and shouted from the top of his lungs: “Enslavement is 99% complete. This slave is ready for the Ultimate Rite of Submission.” Ah! Here we go: the ‘Ultimate Rite of Submission’. The final step in removing all the inhibitions and sense of self Chad has built up in his 19 years of life. I added that bit at around 60 minutes into the video, but I wouldn’t bore you with the details. Better see it for yourself. Alright! I’m ready now to take full control and ownership of this hunky jock slave. “Command: wake up”.

— Chad’s PoV —

I woke up at the stern voice of my Master saying, “Command: wake up.” Wait? Did I just call Dexter my Master? Well, of course I did, because he is my Master, and I am his slave. I submit to him and obey him. Wasn’t slavery a bad thing though? Argghh! I shouldn’t think about this. Thinking is bad and will only lead to trouble. I am Master Dexter’s slave and that’s it!

He snapped his finger and pointed to the floor directly in front of the bed he was sitting on. I sprinted on the location and knelt in front of him. This feels so good in so many ways. It’s like my heart found its purpose and I am exactly where I’m meant to be: kneeling in front of my Master.

Dexter: “Right? I haven’t programmed you how to properly serve me. First of all, you have to crawl inside your Master’s room. You can stand but not walk. Second, you need to clasp your hands behind your head, kneel with legs wide apart, straighten up your upper body, tighten up all your muscles, and keep your eyes looking below. This will be the ‘Kneeling Display’ position. Remember the name of that position because you will be in it a lot. You will maintain this position when I snap my finger and point to the floor. Third, a slave is to be completely naked inside his Master’s house. Remove your clothing and do it like a male stripper would do. And once you remove your underwear, put it in your mouth.”

Chad: “Yes master!”

Shit! I have only been Master’s slave for a few minutes and he was already disappointed in me. I sincerely hope he doesn’t think I’m an unworthy or disobedient slave. I would definitely do anything just to please my Master and keep him in my life. I have absolutely no idea how a male stripper should perform. This is more Cody’s style. Still, it’s my job to obey my Master and give it all I’ve got. If a striptease is what my Master wants, a striptease is what he will get.

My head is swimming right now with imaginary electronic night club music, perfectly on theme with stripping. I started with my button-up shirt, slowly removing the buttons one-by-one, gyrating my hips, and doing wavy motions with my body. All the while, I’m flapping my shirt to give glances of my chest and my abs to my Master. He seems to be enjoying it. He placed his right feet over my nipples and played with it. He did the same for the bulge in my pants. I ran my shaking hands through my body and felt a layer of sweat coating me. I’m actually dying out of nervousness right now. With all the confidence I can muster, I looked at him seductively, biting my lower lip, and gave him a suggestive wink. I brought my hands over my nips and gave it a little twist. I felt an electric pulse all over my body, my head threw back a little, and I gave out a discernible moan. I feel my member push back hard against the pants that confines him. Damn! That was hot. I hope Master Dexter also sees it that way.

My hand briefly touched my cross necklace, a testament to my faith, but my Master ordered me to keep it. I slowly ran my hands across my chest, down towards my abs, then to my pants’ buttons. I opened the button and slowly ripped open the zipper. I slowly pulled down my pants in a zigzagging motion. Only my red briefs cover my dick now, and the outline is very much visible: 8 inches of pure girthy Texas beef. The meathead is translucent from a small smudge of precum. I played a little bit with my manhood: I slid my right hand over my briefs and petted with my schlong, while I put my left hand over my head, presenting my hairy armpit to my Master. Then I did the same with my hands inside my briefs. Then I played with it by stretching my briefs around it, shaking it up and down. Master must’ve gotten impatient when he motioned his index finger down. I twitched at that direct but silent order. He now wants to see every throbbing inch of the slave flesh he owns. My manhood plopped against my abs when I finally revealed it. It is standing proud at about 45-degrees from my body, pulsating and aching for the need to serve its Master. My pants and underwear are coiled around my knees now. How would I remove these while I’m kneeling?

Dexter: “You can stand up while stripping. Go back to the Kneeling Display position afterwards.”

My Master saw through my dilemma right away. Maybe he can read the mind of a simple-minded jock slave like me. I took my briefs and kicked my pants away into the abyss of my Master’s bed. My sneakers and socks soon followed my pants. I put this ball of briefs inside my mouth, as I settled down into the Kneeling Display position. The night club music faded away. My eyes are glued looking at my Master’s cute, little feet. I would love to kiss it, if only my mouth was free from my underwear.

Dexter: “Alright slaveboi! That was quite the show. But you see, you made a mess of my room. It is disrespectful to just throw away all your clothing around your Master’s room. You will be punished for that. In the meantime, please put this vibrator inside your ass. Coat it with this lube and make sure you don’t rupture yourself.”

He threw an 8-inch, rubbery, pink, penis-shaped thing on the floor, along with some lube. I’m supposed to put this thing inside my ass? That is positively fucking gay! Wait, is my Master actually a flaming homo? Fuck! Everything happening so far is undeniably gay. As a Christian, I should distance myself from these types of people, right? What should I do next? I haven’t thought about it since… wait, was I thinking? Thinking is only trouble. Master’s commands are absolute.

Dexter: “What’s the matter slaveboi? Do you wish to disobey your Master?”

Fuck! I got in trouble again for thinking. I tried saying, “No Master!”, but only gibberish came out. In a panic, I coated the penis-thing with a handful of lube and tried to jam it in my ass. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s a bit painful, but I manned up as much as I could. I never felt this sensation before! Pain and pleasure mixing up inside my ass as the object hits sensitive parts of my body I never even knew existed. I guess this is what people mean when they say “take it up the ass”. It feels violating and intrusive, but this body no longer belongs to me. It is my Master’s property now.

Dexter: “You took some time obeying jockboi. Slap Next time, I want you executing commands in a snappy manner, understood? Slap Remember that feeling in your pussy well, slave. Now, let’s proceed with the final step. Command: Ultimate Rite of Submission.”

That’s when it hit me! Waves and waves of erotic pleasure are assaulting every inch of my body. Something is jerking up my dick and I feel cold metallic clamps biting my nipples. Master pressed a switch and the object lodged inside my ass started vibrating. Everything sent me to the moon with both pain and pleasure. I wanted to touch my body just to regulate these sensations a little bit, but I was completely locked in the Kneeling Display position. My muscles just wouldn’t budge and yet it’s shaking uncontrollably from the pain-pleasure combination. I tried to catch a glimpse of the thing on my cock and nipples, and there was nothing. They are nothing but sensations delivered by a few words from my Master. He has complete control over my body and mind, as it should be. He completely owns me. I wanted to beg for release but my mouth is stuffed. I don’t know if I can remain sane much longer.

Dexter: “Well now slaveboi. You seem to be enjoying these feelings, no? Soon it will all be over. I want you to close your eyes and imagine. Imagine all of you as a person: your pride, your inhibitions, your sense of self, your identity, your self-control, your will, everything you know about life so far. That includes your loyalty to your friends, your family, your country, your God. All of that, flowing into your cock, the ultimate symbol of your manhood, the very core of your jock masculine personality. Every drop of resistance and disobedience, all flowing into your cock. Every thought that doesn’t serve me, all flowing into your cock. All your disgust towards gays, flowing into your cock. All your hatred towards nerds, flowing into your cock. All your sense of superiority over physically weaker men, flowing into your cock. All of it will be replaced with ME. I will be your master, your god, your king, and your truth, forever. As your master, I will own you. As your god, I will be your moral code. As your king, I will lay down the rules for you to follow. As your truth, nothing will ever contradict my words. When you finally cum, you will expel all that is YOU, and it will be replaced by ME. You will be nothing but a puppet, with me pulling all the strings. You feel cum building hard into your throbbing cock. You feel your cock on the very edge. But you cannot cum until you have my permission. You only have the permission to cum once you have accepted these truths.”

I felt my Master’s furry slippers toying with my cock, pushing it away from him as he let out some high-pitched giggle. He’s waiting for my answer. Here I am, going through the weirdest torture of my life, and my Master is reveling at my tormented state. This is what it means to be a slave: I put everything I am on the line, while my Master does this for a little enjoyment. I find the sensations harder and harder to soldier on. The cum just builds and builds inside my cock and I’m getting increasingly desperate. I feel the sweat from my chin dropping down to the base of my cock, caressing my balls like a teasing finger. I want to cum so badly, but I just can't give up on who I am, right? Why did Master even give me the decision to do this? Do I even stand a chance? If I refuse, I might have to hold cumming for hours on end. Master has outsmarted me in every way, as he should, because he is way smarter than I am. He wanted to make me feel like submitting and becoming 100% enslaved is my decision. In the meantime, I am locked in a state where there’s really no way of winning, only delaying what is inevitable. I will not think anymore, I’ll bite the bullet.

Chad: “Argh! Yes Master! I accept! I am yours forever! Argh!”

Tears flowed in my eyes as I gritted on my underwear. My words may not be understood, but my dick cannot lie. It became a volcano of white lava, erupting away everything that I was, and bringing me sexual pleasure beyond even sex itself. My eyes rolled back, and my head shuddered. I almost passed out from that climax. A minute of spams went on, as my man milk is spread all around myself: over my chest, abs, face, and hair. I can hear Master giggling and clapping from all that action.

Dexter: “That was really splendid slave! Your body is a marvel of masculine youth.”

To be continued...