Master of the Jocks

Chapter 3

Dexter's First Blowjob

— Dexter’s PoV —

My dick is not something people would normally qualify as the proper “dominant-sized dick”. At about 5.5 inches hard, I would say it is average, including the girth. I’m neither proud nor ashamed of it. Being proud of something as shallow as dick size seems so troglodytic, so parochial, and oh so small-town Texas. But, as they say, “When in small-town Texas, do as the Texans do.” Oh, shut up! I know what the real quote is. Anyway, I brought that up because I came across some really interesting theory on the human subconscious. A person, properly hypnotized, can be made to see and feel things that wasn’t physically there; he only needed to have a cognitive frame, some sort of anchor on which he can base the suggestions of the hypnotist: a memory, an experience, a past sensation, even perhaps a movie or a song that adequately describes that experience. That brings us to this pink dildo vibrator I’m holding right now. It’s impossible to find one in this town, so I had the help of my dad’s credit card and this shopping website called Amazon. I should tell dad to invest in it just in case it might become big.

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.”

Oh, would you look at that!? He stared with shock and horror at that vibrator. Isn’t that just adorable? And… he is taking his time putting it on. I wonder what he is thinking right now? His breathing has become heavier as well. He’s probably going through some internal struggle between following my orders and his own moral code. Let me give you a nudge in the right direction, slaveboi.

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

Ah, that did the trick. Seeing him squirming and panicking to obey my orders is something I’ll never get tired of seeing. He tried to bark a semi-intelligible “No Master” like a trained soldier. With his dick bouncing up and down, he’s enacting his own virgin ass-fucking, aided beautifully with some grunts and briefs-gritting. I hope he didn’t injure himself by putting the dildo on. You might say I’m a sadist, but I still don’t want to needlessly damage my toys, especially ones I’ve just acquired. After all, I fully intend to give him progressively larger ones week-by-week.

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.”

Ah! This is developing so incredibly well. My cute little muscle hunk has begun shaking uncontrollably, not from nervousness this time, but from the concoction of sensations I have programmed in his mind. A delicious recipe of erotic pleasure, a hand jerking him, and chillingly cold metallic nipple clamps feeding his tortured body with electric current. Let’s add some sprinkles in this concoction, shall we? **Clicking Sound** Oops! It seems I might have pressed a switch that would make the dildo in his ass vibrate. Oh, don’t blame me! I’m totally innocent! My finger simply slipped. I deny all these baseless accusations of being a Disney villain tormenting some innocent prince in my tower of doom!

I walked around my toy as I explained the terms of the Ultimate Rite of Submission, running my index finger, appreciating the contours of his body. He’s got that combination of muscle and baby fat that looks so youthful together. My finger reached his nipples and gave it a little pinch. That didn’t add much to the moans and groans he is already giving now. I wonder if he can even register that I’m touching him? My monologue and “tour of the property” ended with a little kiss on the cheeks. With finality, I said: “You only have the permission to cum once you have accepted these truths.” It was a fake choice, of course, but I wanted him to submit to me on his own accord.

I settled down on my bed with my feet pushing his dick away from me, hearing myself giggle while I think of all the fun things we can do together: I could ride him like a horse, and maybe he could be my puppy. Should we have some tattoos or piercings on his pristine body? Maybe shave his body hair? Do I want him even bulkier or less? What should he call me in private? My god? My king? Or just the usual master or sir? I mean, that god stuff is a bit too extra, but even Jesus understands that your followers must not have any other god but you, right? We don’t want that hesitation that comes from divided loyalties. Oh, crucify me! Besides, haven’t I told you I got a god complex? Ah! So many decisions, so little time. We’ve only got forever to decide, my pet.

I must say, I’m impressed by how strong Chad’s will is. It’s been 5 minutes since my little monologue and he is still holding on. I do enjoy our positions though. I’m sure my video camera is capturing all the sumptuous details on this little power play: we’ve got a blond muscle hunk, locked in a submissive Kneeling Display position, his sweat-soaked body glistening under the fluorescent lights, his nipples all perked up, his biceps are loaded, as his abs periodically tighten and loosen in sync with his heavy breathing. Meanwhile, a fully-clothed man, a wuss in comparison, is seen very comfortably slouching on his bed, with both his hands beside him as support, giggling as he gazes upon this Hercules. The wuss’s foot is playing with the hunk’s balls and veiny cock, which seems to mechanically spring back to a 45-degree angle on the off-chance it slips away from the hold of the wuss’s foot. You can hear anguished groans coming out from the hunk, sounding both animal and human, perfectly capturing both his pain and pleasure, both heaven and hell, but altogether divine. The ordeal lasted for an additional 10 minutes before the hunk eventually gave up, shouting the final cry:

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

And with that declaration, Chad gave out the most forceful ejaculation I have ever seen. Porn stars pale in comparison to that dick muscle strength. The first spurt even reached my bookshelf around 7 feet away. And he has released so much volume as well! My puppy made so much mess around: my carpet, my slippers, my books, on himself. Surely, this must be another reason for punishment, no? Not that I really need to justify punishing my own slave. I just looked in awe realizing that this stud is now really mine. I gave that performance the standing ovation it deserves.

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

I let him rest for a little while. He’s got another serving of action ahead of him. Everything that just transpired left me hanging and horny too. In a sense, I envy him. I would never have this kind of release unless I let someone else take control of my orgasm.

Dexter: “Slave, clean up all the mess you’ve done. Do it with your tongue and do it fast.”

Chad: “Yes Master!”

I watched him scramble cleaning up the room, every single moment of it, playing with myself in the process. He scooped all the cum on himself and ate it, licking every finger. He put his cross necklace inside his mouth and sucked on it. As he crawled around, searching for any drop of cum on my carpet, his plump butt aligned directly in front of me, with his pussy still rocking the pink dildo comfortably fit. At that point, I wish he was only an arm length away from me so I can spank his butt. And then brilliant idea occurred to me:

Dexter: “Slave, when you hear me say ‘Spank’, you will feel a stinging slap on your ass 5 times more painful than the slaps I gave you before. Let’s give it a try: Spank!”

Chad gave out a satisfying flinch and moan, but never wavering a split second to fulfil his duty licking my cum off. Attaboy, slave! I wish I could see the ripples on his bubble butt and those red palm marks, signifying that I own his ass, but for now, this is enough. His cock has once again started to harden, driven by the fact that him being spanked means he is obeying, and obeying his Master makes him hard and horny. He went next to my bookshelf, resting his hands on the wooden panels, licking on the dusty covers of my books. He did that on 3 different levels: one kneeling, one squatting, and one standing, each perfectly deserving a “Spank!” command. It took about 20 spanks before he finished, then he crawled towards me with a smile:

Chad: “Master, may I lick off the cum from your slippers?”.

Dexter: “Yes, and you may take your time.”

He looked so innocent and pure at this moment: a naked, hunky, puppy sticking his tongue out and licking my bunny slipper like its ice cream. The gravity of the situation hits me: I am the owner of this puppy and this puppy is now my responsibility. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still horny, but some things just seemed more important at the moment. Upon finishing, he went back into Kneeling Display position. Good, he’s learning.

Dexter: “Slave, put your hands in the bed, placed beside me, and give me a blowjob. You can only use your mouth for this. Just imagine all your girlfriends, past and present, giving you the kind of blowjob you like, and give me that.”

Chad: “Yes, Master!”

This time he obeyed in a snap: no hesitations, no squirming, no shocked looks. In a weird way, I miss the resistance he showed before. He bit on my pajama pants, along with the briefs, and in a swift motion, brought them down to my ankles. Then he planted kisses along my legs and inner thighs going up, and an intimate sucking kiss on my head. At this point, I fully intend to modify his perception to see my cock as about 10 inches long. However, those longing looks he gave my cock made me re-assess. In a way, this made it all the more authentic. He gazed at the cock that will soon dominate his life, and it’s no more remarkable than his own, yet, he gave it the utmost care and respect it deserves. Alas, he plunged his mouth into my cock.

The pleasure of his sucking forced me to lay down squarely into my bed, wrapping my feet around his sweaty backside, and my hands grabbing his hair when the sensations got overwhelming. It is finally my time to moan, and moan I did. This probably being his first blowjob did not deter him from giving a more-than-acceptable service. He probably had an entire detailed fantasy on what kind of blowjob he wanted to receive. I unbuttoned my pajamas, running my hands across my chest and pinching my nipples, adding to the amazing sexual pleasure I’m receiving.

The blowjob raged on as he did all sorts of amazing things on my dick: licking on my piss slit, licking on my shaft, deep throating with a dash of gag sounds, sucking on my balls, and those audible wet slurps as he slides his lips up and down my shaft. Each experience will surely carve a memory as I lose my virginity. It didn’t take long before I came. He drank every spurt of cum from my dick as he continued to suck for residual drops. Go on slave, you are welcome to drink from the Holy Grail of your new god! It’s such a shame though, that I didn’t get to mark his face with my own cum. I’m sure it will go so well with this insatiably thirsty cumslut look he is giving now. We’re both panting and sweating hard as he returns back to his Kneeling Display position.

Chad: “Master, permission to make a request.”

Dexter: “Go ahead, slave.”

Chad: “Master, all those sucking made me really hard and horny again. May I have your permission to play with myself and be allowed to cum, Master?”

Interesting! I’m all spent after that blowjob, yet here my studboi is, still have a lot of pent-up sexual energy and still ready for action. Seems like I haven’t hit the bottom of this bottom yet. I hope the other jocks were this energetic. Hmm… Let me see…

Dexter: “Yeah, sure. But I have some rules. You will jerk-off reciting the slave mantra 10 times and you may only cum after you have finished. You will cum on that burger and eat it. Any drop of cum outside the burger will count as you messing up your Master’s room, and you will receive punishment for that. You will feel a random whip every 10 seconds on your skin while you do this. You may only do this in an all-fours position, well, all-three since you will have to use one hand to jerk-off. Understood, slave?”

Chad: “Yes, Master!”

— Chad’s PoV —

I placed the burger underneath me, carefully making sure I positioned it in a way that it would receive every drop of cum. Damn! Is this even possible? I don’t wish to disappoint Master again, but making sure no cum spills outside the small plate the burger sits on seems like an impossible task. And what exactly is the “slave mantra” that Master is talking about? As I scoured my brain for the words, my mouth started to move on its own: “Dexter is my Master. I am a slave of Master Dexter. Master owns and controls me….” The words felt so right and it flowed so naturally, like the Pledge of Allegiance. It’s as if it has been stuck on my mind since I was a young boy. “Ouch!”, I yelped as I felt the sting of a whip on my balls.

Dexter: “Again! From the start! No ouches in between. And this time give me a grin showing how happy and thankful you are that your Master gave you the chance to cum.”

Master isn’t even looking. He’s still laying on his bed with his forearms over his eyes. Did he become sleepy from the blowjob? Still, a slave’s job is to obey his Master, and this slave intends to obey his Master to a tee. I endured all the pain coming my way, maintained that stupid grin on my face, while keeping a steady jerking pace on my manhood.

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 to my Master. I am my Master’s property.”

On the tenth iteration, I feel my hands jerking faster than ever before. Immense pleasure is building up on my body, and I feel ready to cum anytime soon. I grinned harder, my teeth clashing on to each other, pointlessly trying to avoid any ouch, moan, gasp, or whimper from escaping. In a perverse way, I hope I am still biting on my saliva-soaked briefs. I recited the words through my teeth. Then I heard my Master say, “Spank!” It coincided with a whip on my nipples. It was only for a moment, but I felt my body shake and my eyes roll from the pain. Still, I held on to every thing I’ve got, I manned up on that moment even if I needed to pause for a second. Finally, the final few words escape through my gritted mouth: “I will obey my Master. I will submit to my Master. I am my Master’s property.”

And with those final words, I came, along with another round of moans. I tried to aim my squirts at the burger, looking upside down from my all-three position, as bursts of white sauce showered imprecisely at the burger. I have failed Master again. There’s cum all over the carpet surrounding the burger plate. I hope he punishes me hard, if anything, just to ease the displeasure he must be feeling out of my failure. I looked at my Master, and with a heavy heart pleaded:

Chad: “I’m sorry Master. I disappointed you again.”

Dexter: “Yes, you did slave, and for that, we will add this to your punishment backlog. Continue cleaning the mess and eat that burger.”

— Dexter’s PoV —

He gave me that look of an ashamed little boy coming to his dad after losing a sports game. I’m honestly not that disappointed, but I might need to maintain a frame that I am a Master that requires effort to be pleased. He went into a seating position, with his legs in a diamond shape, surrounding the small plate of burger. He started to slurp on the cum around the burger, taking big bites, with small smudges of ketchup and cum messing with his face. He took the small plate and sucked on the pool cum as if it was soup, and proceeded with licking it clean. Then he put his hands in thighs and licked the cum on the carpet, leaning in in the process. And finally, he came back into his Kneeling Display position, carrying a visibly sad look in his face.

Chad: “I’m finished, Master. I’m really sorry for all the fuck ups this stupid slave did, Master.”

Dexter: “Uh, it’s alright, for a first time. I’ll give it an overall B-, slave. I do expect you to do better next time though. You may use the bathroom across to clean up and cover up. Oh! By the way, please listen to this CD before you go to sleep tonight. I see you walking around campus with a Walkman, yes?”

Chad: “Yes, master! And thank you so much for the B-, master!”

Dexter: “You’re dismissed!”

— Brad’s PoV —

My brother came home pretty late tonight, with a blush on his face, a cheerful demeanor, and his hair and clothes all crumpled up. Well, not too late since he’s not a little boy anymore. I think I know what just happened.

Brad: “What’s up bro! Y’all got any action tonight?”

Chad: “Hell yeah bro!”

Brad: “Alright bro! You dawg!”

And with that, I gave him a jab on his shoulder. I really like moments like these. It makes everything seem so…. normal. I tried to live a life as if I didn’t see the things I saw, and didn’t hear the things I heard, but all my demons came back to haunt me. It comes back during my work in construction: the hammer hitting the nail, every tool that drops, any loud banging sound, it all reverberates in my head. I try to reason with myself, “That’s not a bomb.”, but my instincts continue to betray me, and my head remembers the dead brothers I had left behind there.

Chad: “By the way bro, I might know someone who can help you with your PTSD. Do you want me to ask him if he is open to helping you?”

Brad: “Sure thing, bro. If you think it will help.”