Master of the Jocks

Master of the Jocks

Chapter 6

The Turning Wheel

--- Dexter’s PoV —

I woke up inside my own bedroom, receiving warm sucking kisses on my feet from my new “buttler”, Brad. Oh yeah, I took him home as a little souvenir from my excursion last night. My bois have informed me that this will not be a big issue from their ex-military dad, as he holds a very hands off you-die-when-you-die attitude towards his sons. Still, a little persuasion to forgo his worries on Brad during his drunken sleep can do no harm. Brad started my morning with that deep, raspy, smooth, masculine voice of his, in a homegrown Texas accent, of course.

Brad: “Good morning Master. I’ve brought you breakfast, sir.”

Dexter: “Wow! Thank you. Good boi!”

Brad: “Uggghhh! My pleasure, Master!”

The tent on Brad’s loincloth jerked as he heard those words. The small black “apron” is part of his new buttler attire, almost pointless given that it can only hide his cock when looking at it directly from the front. The loincloth is merely held by a flimsy knot tied above his exposed butt, adding perverted humor to the bold white letters ‘At Your Service’ written on front. There’s a $100 bill stapled to the side of his loincloth’s string, a whimsical little inside joke about my “research” story. My buttler ensemble is completed by a white collar, black bow tie, white cuffs, black flip flops, and the usual suspects of cock ring and dildo. Brad looks like a Chippendale stripper this way, but even less modestly clothed. The only thing that warms his naked body is a gleaming layer of aromatic oils and the pumping blood that goes after executing my prescribed daily exercise for a red-blooded, virile, young, jock toy.

Isn’t this quite a perfect Wednesday morning? The sun is shining, the weather is a bit chilly, the birds are chirping, and a hunky slaveboi is pampering me by feeding me a nice breakfast-in-bed, some toasts, eggs, bacon, and hot chocolate. Brad indeed came to heaven with me! After my eventful meal, I brought Brad downstairs with me, with him crawling before my presence. Should I add a leash on this ensemble? As we reached the dining room, I flicked a finger up, signifying that Brad must stand and assume a rigid ‘Standing Display’ position: feet wide apart with his hands clasped behind his head, abs tucked in, and his meaty pecs prodded out.

Mom: “Oh, hi sweetie! Did you prepare this breakfast? And who is your scantily-clad friend right there?”

Dexter: “Hi guys, this is Brad. He’s going to be our “butt… ler” from now on. Boi, introduce yourself to mom and dad.” Spank

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir! Sir, ma’am, my name is Corporal Bradley Bauer, sir, ma’am! I’m a slave of your son, Master Dexter. I was told to serve as your new houseboi, guard dog, and buttler. I can do basic household chores in the early morning and at night. I only know basic recipes right now, like frying eggs and bacon, but I’m willing to learn more, sir, ma’am. I work in construction so I can be handy around the house fixing things or adding fixtures. I know how to drive and can fix cars quite a bit. And I know how to give an amazing massage, sir, ma’am!”

Mom: “Oh, my! What a handy guy! He’s got some nice muscles and tattoos too.”

My mom went up from the table and walked towards us. She’s examining Brad and touching him all over his upper body. I guess hunky bad boys are irresistible to middle aged women. I feel you mom. Brad responded by flexing his chest muscles, twitching his tent down south, and winking at my mom. What a naughty, flirty, playboi he is! The whole thing stopped when dad made a loud disapproving cough. Oh goodness! DId I just introduce trouble in the family?

Dexter: “Okay, guys. I guess this means I more than make up my share of household chores now? By the way, do I need to split his wages with you since he’s staying in our house now?”

Dad: “No need son. You can keep his money. Him also doing our share of chores makes up for his rent and food.”

Dexter: “Sweet! Thank you dad!”

I hugged my dad, while he gave me a nonchalant tap on my shoulder. Brad is just standing straight, unresponsive, while we discuss who gets to share in the fruits of his daily labor. I just love owning slaves!

Dexter: “Oh and by the way, Brad, having sex with my parents is forbidden. They can touch you anywhere and you can give your massages, but anything that ends with -job is off limits. You understand, boi?” 

Brad: “Yes, master!”

Dad: “Yeah. It would be a shame if I have to kill the new house help for cheating with my wife.”
Mom: “Oh please! You think you can take on this guy? Look at yourself compared to him. This… Spank is a real man. It’s good to have one around just as a bodyguard.”

Dad: “Bless your heart, woman!”

Oh, god! I mean, oh, me! I did introduce trouble in the family. Mom is right though. In any physical conflict between Brad and dad, I’m sure Brad will win. He’s just like me: nerdy, small-bodied, and absolutely useless in a fight.

Dexter: “Oh lastly dad, can you lend me $5,000? Brad is building his own home where all his savings have been tied up. It would be nice to finish it sooner and flip it fast. I’ll pay it back as soon as it’s sold.”

Dad: “Ask your mom. She’s the one who’s been eyeing that Louis Vuitton bag.”

Mom: “It’s fine, sweetie. I’ll just buy it on credit.”

Dexter: “Thanks guys! You are the best parents in the world!”

I hugged my mom tightly, as she gave me a warmer response by hugging back. Brad is still just standing still, erect, and silent. We’ve just made plans regarding the house he spent years saving and building for, with his own two calloused hands, and he gave no qualms about this. Not even a single whimper or 'but'. I REALLY love owning slaves! I don’t even know what I’ll do with that kind of money. Talk about an ROI on that $100 investment. Maybe I can open a stock trading account and buy some of those Amazon shares? I am thinking of starting another business too, with my lovable programming-nerd best friend Justin. I’ll let you know about it later.

Brad dropped me off to school on his way to his job. He’s wearing an army green tank top, showing off his muscles to onlookers. Goodness! Do these Bauer bois ever run out of tank tops? Again, not that I’m complaining. His kickass looks are matched with some aviator sunglasses and a strong jaw. I’d sure be intimidated by this guy if he wasn’t worshipping my feet just an hour ago. I kinda hope the rest of the school also feel that way, so they would think twice about bullying me.

Cody: “Sup, dweeb! Is that Chad’s big bro? Brad, right? He’s driving for you now?”

Dexter: “Oh yeah. I’m just helping him get through his PTSD issues. He drives me around as a favor. He also tells me I can come to him if there’s any punk bothering me on campus. He’d go all ‘outlaw’ on their dumb asses, whatever that means.”

Cody: “Whatever, dweeb.”

Cody left me alone, acting cool and pretending he isn’t a bit scared about confronting Brad. I would sure love to see that though: Brad going all ‘outlaw’ on Cody’s ass. Cody’s so fucking handsome that I wanna slap his cocky face, but everything in its due time. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. So many things hinge on how today unfolds, but so far, everything is going according to plan. Justin is watching me from afar, apprehensively waiting for Cody to leave me alone.

Justin: “Dex, who was that?”

Dexter: “Oh that? I’ll tell you about it after class.”

--- Cody’s PoV —

The class started with Mrs. Kay handing out the results of our Chemistry test. Another day, another failure. To be honest, I don’t really care. Academics isn’t my strong suit and I’m completely fine barely passing out these stupid tests. I know where my strength lies, in my impeccable looks. After graduating, I’d go to Los Angeles or New York and become a male model or actor, or maybe try being a pretty boy country singer in Nashville. Good thing I know how to play the guitar. Ladies just dig a cowboy with a guitar, don’t they?

I’ve been told many times that my eyes are beautiful. It looks like Ian Summer Holder’s eyes, whoever that is, but green like an emerald. It pairs nicely with the mysterious shade that my cowboy hat provides, thick ginger eyebrows, and my chiseled face. It’s my thing: my hat covering my eyes, which sparkles perfectly on the off-chance that the light angle allows others to see it, giving me an air of “strong, silent type” cowboy mystique, leaving them wanting more. I wear slightly revealing clothing every now and then: like a red flannel shirt with sleeves ripped out and a few top buttons opened, a Wrangler denim pants that is a size smaller, and just to double-down on the whole cowboy thing, a nice cowboy boot. School rules on dressing modestly be damned. What’s the point of having an amazing body if you don’t get to flaunt it every now and then, huh? That hidden eyes, exposed muscles combo is the stuff of those romantic novels, aren't they?

Mrs. Kay: “First of all, I want to acknowledge the highest scorer in this test with a perfect score: Chad! This shows that everyone can succeed academically if they just study. Justin also tied with a perfect score in this exam. Dexter and Rich follow with an A-.”

The whole class erupted into an uproar. I hear all kinds of jeers from all corners of the room: “Cheater!”, “I didn’t know you’re into Mrs. Kay, Chad.”, “Aliens are invading us!”. I joined them, teasing him with a “Nerd!”. Chad seems happy, looking around with a big authentic smile, responding to jeers with threats of his own, seemingly proud of himself. If you’re happy then I’m happy for you too, bro. His smile was instantly wiped out the moment he looked at Dexter. Him and Rich had daggers coming out from their eyes on Chad, obviously furious that he managed to upstage them both. Seriously, if Rich is dying inside then I’m all for it. I hear the two nerds teasing each other over this, as well.

Justin: “Sup, retard? Just an A-? Pathetic!”

Dexter: “I didn’t study much, ok? I was busy with something else.”

Justin: “Sure, Dex. You look upset. Are we still on later?”

Dexter: “Of course, nothing’s changed.”

They’re probably talking about playing Pokemon again, or something. I remember we gave them shit for their “boy-to-boy” action when we saw their Gameboys connected by a wire. Nevermind the nerds, I got a D on my test! At least I didn’t get an F this time. This calls for a celebration!

Cody: “Hey Chad, you coming in later? We should celebrate this!”

Chad: “Sure, man. Just like last time.”

Everything throughout the day went well. Chad finally joined us back in the popular kids table, mocking him that he no longer belongs there for getting an A+. Even Brandi joined in mocking Chad. Rich is silent. He had to go through the whole lunch being reminded that he was outsmarted. Fucking classic! Even during practice, Chad is unstoppable on the field. He’s been extremely focused for 3 days now. He might actually give us a chance at that state championship.

Rich: “Hey Chad, can I talk to you for a second?”

Chad: “Sure man, what’s up?”

They went to the other side of the field to talk, soaked in their sweaty football gears. I wonder what they’re talking about? Maybe Rich is threatened that his position on the top of the high school hierarchy is being challenged. Haha! What are you going to do rich boy, ask daddy to fire Chad’s dad? It’s not like your spoiled brat ass stands a chance in a physical fight with him.

Cody: “Sup, bro. What did you and Rich talk about?”

Chad: “Oh that? He just asked how I managed to get a high score on the test. I told him Dexter has tutored me.”

Cody: “Oh yeah? Cool.”

After finishing practice, we went on our separate ways to fetch our girls. We met up at around 7 pm on our secret river spot: two pickup trucks, two boys, and two girls.

Cody: “Yo Chad, Chloe! Here! Did y’all bring the beer?”

Chad: “Oh yeah, man! I created a new mix. I call it the “sports beer”. It’s Shiner Bock mixed with electrolytes.”

Chad opened his Coleman cooler, proud of his creation. I mean, this sports beer thing is stupid right? I guess Chad has always been a bit dense. Who needs to get buzzed when they’re in the game? Who needs electrolytes when they’re trying to get drunk? Nobody needs this. I see only glass bottles with differently colored liquids inside, floating on ice water. There’s not even a single can of unopened normal beer.

Cody: “Bro, no offense but this sounds like a really dumb idea.”

Chad: “This is going to blow your minds, bro! You just don’t see the long-term business play here. You can at least try it and see if it tastes good.”

Brandi: “Yeah Cody, this at least looks tastier than just beer.”

Chloe: “I’m going with Brandi and Chad on this one.”

Cody: “Fine! It’s not like I have a choice here. Bottom’s up everyone!”

And with that, we all drank the contents of our bottles. I got an orange one. It tastes like a normal orange juice with the bitter after-taste of beer.

Cody: “Hey guys. I’ve written a new verse on the song I sang last week. Do you wanna hear it?”

Brandi and Chad: “Sure!”

Chloe: “No thanks!”

Cody: “That’s 2 - 1, Chloe. It seems you have no choice but to hear it.”

I grabbed my guitar as we all settled down on my truck bed.

Cody: “And here we are, under the moonlight. And everything feels right. He doesn’t love you, I can see it. The river knows our secret. It is I who truly loves you, cares for you, and even die for you. With the moon and river our witness, I’ll always be here for you, P.S.”

Chloe: “Five! That’s so corny. Plus, Chad and I are here. We know your secret.”

Chad: “Solid seven, man!”

Brandi: “Come on guys!? That’s a ten right there. That’s a perfect ten.”

Brandi and I kissed, then she laid her head on my broad shoulders. It’s almost like we’re a real couple. I can see Chloe laying her head on Chad as well. So I guess it wasn’t only me that’s feeling sleepy right now. Is this Chad’s sports beer? He couldn’t possibly have?

Cody: “Hey Chad. Is this normal? I’m feeling… really… sleepy… right… now…”

--- Chad’s PoV —

Seems like they’re all down now. I only managed to stay awake because I drank an anti-sedative mix made by Master. I’m sorry for betraying you guys, I’m just going with the orders of my Master. Y'all realize soon enough that I did y’all a favor. I carried Cody back to his truck, as I attached the Walkman’s headphones on him and played the hypnotic audio. Then I carried both girls to Brad’s truck and played a different recording on them over the speakers. After a few minutes, they began chanting their respective mantras.

Girls: “I will forget drinking the sports beer. I am no longer interested in jocks. I will break up with my jock boyfriend. Jocks are dumb and shallow and they do not interest me.”

Goodbye Chloe. It was fun while it lasted, but my joy being with Master is greater. I planted a goodbye kiss on her cheek before I went to Cody to see how he’s doing. He’s completely knocked out, drooling while sleep talking. Lucky bastard! I wish I was him right now, my mind being fried by a very relaxing audio with Master’s voice.

Cody: “Dexter’s voice relaxes me. Dexter’s voice makes me feel good. Dexter’s voice makes me submissive and obedient. Dexter is smart. Dexter knows more than me. Dexter is always right. Dexter must be obeyed. I’m a dumb, simple-minded cowboy. I’m a horny, slutty, cowboy. I’m a sexy, flirty, cowboy. I’m a submissive, obedient, cowboy. I want to show my body to Dexter. I want Dexter to like my body. I will submit to Dexter. I will obey Dexter. Submitting and obeying Dexter makes me feel horny and sexy. Dexter’s voice makes me submissive and obedient.”

I called Master to inform him that things are going well on my side.

Chad: “Hello Master. All three are asleep right now, listening to your recordings.”

Dexter: “Nice! Please put the phone near Cody. I wanna hear him chant his mantra. And Chad, good boi!”

Chad: “Uggghhh. Thank you, master!”

Shit! Those words hit really well, and I’m hornier now than before. I put the phone near Cody’s mouth, as I sat beside him. I play with my body as I imagine his words are Master’s words, getting myself secondhand hypnotized. I know I’m not gonna cum without Master’s permission, so why am I torturing and edging myself like this? I guess I’m just hopelessly addicted to Master. And now I chant with Cody.

Chad and Cody: “...I’m a dumb, simple-minded cowboy. I’m a horny, slutty, cowboy. I’m a sexy, flirty, cowboy. I’m a submissive, obedient, cowboy…”

--- Dexter’s PoV, about 2 hours ago —

Brad is guarding the door of my room, in a bouncer stance wearing normal working clothes. Justin and I are lounging inside, as we have done so many times before.

Justin: “Dex, why is your driver suddenly blocking the way out of your room? Is this necessary?”

Dexter: “That’s just precaution. I don’t want you running away before I share everything with you. First of all Jus, I have a secret that I wanna tell you.”

Justin: “That you’re gay?”

Dexter: “Um, yeah. How did you…?”

Justin: “Well, I suspected as much. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

Dexter: “So you don’t feel anything differently?”

Justin: “No, Dex. You’re my only friend in the school. And you’re the only one who understands me, better than my parents in fact. Guys like us should stick together. So is this the thing you wanted to “show me” about?”

Dexter: “Ah no. By the way, the thing I’m about to show you might be a bit shocking, but please bear with me.”

I guided him towards my computer and opened one of the videos I recorded. We went with the scene after Brad accepts me as his Master.

— Brad’s PoV, Last Night —

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

Dexter: “That’s my good, loyal, obedient soldier right there.”

Master crouched down as he patted my head like the submissive dawg that I am. A graceful warmth is emanating from his every stroke. I’m becoming horny again as I feel my cock hardening to its full 8 inches.

Dexter: “Chad, please stand on that wall facing towards us. Put your hands above your head with your wrists together.”

Chad: “Like this Master?”

Dexter: “Higher. And now your wrists are cuffed to that wall. You cannot move it from that position. Brad, give your brother a nice blow job, will you?”

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir!”

I crawled towards Chad. I’m sure I look like an eager man-slut, hungry for dick, far from the stoic bad boy I usually project. I started licking his angry shaft, unsure of how to start a blow job. I went on sucking his entire dick head, and progressively taking in more of him. As I tried to swallow the whole thing, my gagging sounds juxtaposed with Chad’s moaning.

Dexter: “Bois, blush and smile for the camera!”

Chad and I both wore a fake dopey smile as I continued to slobber on his meat. But blushing? Is that even something Master can control? I looked up at Chad as I slurped on his throbbing member. He is indeed blushing, which means, I also am. Master is a terrifying god! I wonder what else about us he can control? Master walked towards us, camera on one hand, and the other on Chad’s nipple. He’s toying with it, pinching it, and altogether torturing it. 

Dexter: “Chad, Ticklefinger. And tell our audience about it. Brad, every rule will apply to you too.”

Chad: “Uh, yes, Master! Rule #53: When Master mentions ‘Ticklefinger’, any part of my body in contact with his fingertips will become ticklish.”

I was watching Chad writhe uncontrollably as Master tapped Chad’s nipple with his index finger. He wasn’t even wiggling it. There was very minimal pressure on that tap, and yet it was enough to make Chad thrust his body erratically. I can barely keep his dick in my mouth with all this movement. He’s able to impose otherworldly sensations with the barest efforts on his part. That’s so fucking hot! I’m getting hard and horny just watching this. This is my destiny under Master's control. The more I see it, the more it scares me, thrills me, and excites me down to my bones.
Master’s singular finger pranced around Chad’s vulnerable body: his armpits, his chests, his neck, his abs, etc. He was even able to solicit responses touching Chad’s chin and nose. Each second, Chad gives out a loud frustrated moan. Each second makes him thrash about aimlessly, his contracting muscles drained to its last ounce of energy, leaving him hanging.

Dexter: “Would you like to cum, my muscle toy?”

Chad: “Ugggh Master, please let me cum. It’s been two days since I came. I can’t hold it anymore. Please Master! Uggh!”

Dexter: “Oh it’s just two days? Chuckles Boi, tell them about Rule #22.”

Chad: “Rule #22-A: My balls will produce semen 4x faster. I will be 4x hornier. Rule #22-B: I will not be able to cum without my Master’s permission, not even a wet dream.”

He can barely speak straight explaining the rule. Damn! So it’s like he hasn’t cum in more than a week!? That’s so cruel. If he has as much sex drive as I do then that would drive me crazy too. I can hear pure, unadulterated desperation from his moans. Oh fuck! I can feel the horniness taking over me too. My dick is becoming as frozen as his right now.

Chad: “Master please. I’m begging you. Uggh! I’ll do anything you want! Anything you say! Just please… let me cum! Uggh!”

Chad looks so absurdly slutty right now. His hands are tied up in an invisible cuff, his upper shoulders are his only support on the wall, his body is in a steep diagonal with his feet apart, and about 20 inches from the wall. His body is red from whip marks, sweating profusely, and every muscle is contracting from being tickled. His face is adorned by sweat mixing with drying cum, blushing, as he wears a goofy smile begging for our Master to make him cum. I’ve never seen a sluttier sight before!

Dexter: “Oh, but didn’t I tell you before? You should be on your knees when you beg. Try doing that and I might show my mercy.” Chuckles

Chad: “Ugggh! But my hands are stuck to the wall Master. Please Master. Let me beg on my knees. I’m begging you. I’ll do absolutely anything you want! Master please!”

And now Chad is begging Master, just for a chance to beg him again on his knees. Just how broken and destitute can Master make a man become? Here I am, on my knees, sucking my own kid brother’s dick, yet I seem to be on a higher ground than he is. I’m aiding in the ruin of my own kin, but I am steadfast in fulfilling my duty to my Master, even if it's just for his leisure. I momentarily stopped sucking on Chad, as Master reached down and grabbed his dick with his hand. All five fingers, in contact with Chad’s pulsating manhood! Holy shit!

Chad: “Masteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!”

Holy shit, bro! That last line sounded like the ‘Freedom’ cry from Braveheart, ironically not from an indomitable spirit, but from a dejected man imploring for the littlest mercy from a puny kid who has utterly yet undoubtedly conquered him, the sweet little mercy of being allowed to beg on his knees.

Dexter: “But you will already do anything I want, don’t you boi? And I own you now too. There’s nothing you can do and nothing you can give me that I don’t already own. You will beg and I’ll let you cum based on how benevolent I feel. Is that clear?” Jerk of

Chad: “Yes, Master! Uhuh!” Nodding vigorously

I can see that Master is enjoying this game of tease-and-release with us. The bad part is, we don’t even know if we’ll get any release. Master is dangling the carrot of cumming over our heads, keeping us ever needy, ever horny, ever submissive, and we have no choice but to play. We don’t even know if our best efforts will lead us to the promised land, but failing and disobeying him will surely keep us getting there.

Dexter: “Chad, the cuffs on your wrists are now attached to a 2 feet chain on the wall. Oh and please explain Rule #44 to Brad.”

Chad instantly went down on his knees, his body slouched but arms still crossed above his head. I transitioned from kneeling to all fours, fixated on giving him a blowjob. My ass is exposed as Master focused his camera there, a single Ticklefinger touching my globular butt. I moaned hard as Chad explained the next rule to me. Fuck! Now, I’m the one thrashing about as I suck on Chad.

Chad: “Yes, Master! Rule #44: Normal cum will taste like chocolate, except for Master’s cum.

 Master’s cum will taste like the mythical Ambrosia, food for the gods. It will be able to quench any craving and it will be addictive.”

— Dexter’s PoV, Today —

Justin: “Seriously, Dex? Ambrosia? Sounds like a fruit salad to me.”

Dexter: “That’s why I added the ‘mythical’ part. It’s like a blank slate of a taste that can quench their cravings, while becoming the ultimate craving itself. They’ll never look at my dick the same way again. Haha! I mean, move aside Pavlov, the student has become the teacher. I’m sure your dogs are not as well-trained as mine.”

Justin: “Whatever. Let’s just continue watching.”

— Brad’s PoV, Last Night —

Chad: “Masterrrrr! I’m now down on my knees. I’m begging you. Please let me cum! Please! Please! Please! Ugggh! Mercy, Master!”

Dexter: “Oh!? But I just allowed you to get down on your knees. Aren’t you asking too many favors from me?” Giggles

Chad: “Master, please! I’ll be your slave forever! I’ll be your slave in my next lifetime! I’ll search for you in every corner of Earth and submit to you! I’ll do anything you want! Just please let me cum! Masteeer!”

Dexter: “Hahaha! You sound so desperate, boi. Okay, I’ll show you a little mercy. Brad, countdown from 10 and jack him off. Chad, once it hits 1, you will cum on Brad’s face. Clear, bois?”

Chad and Brad: “Yes, master!”

Chad has closed his eyes and taken deep long breaths, still keeping that freaky smile, denied any agency to show how he truly feels. He’s preparing to cum, as pre-cum has now escaped and drooped along his shaft, giving me some lube as my hands went into overdrive. This is the pinnacle of mortal euphoria: to be edged on the brink with unbearable sexual desperation and be given rapture by your god in that dire moment! I want to feel that way too: be deprived for a long time before begging with all of me for an orgasm. Much like how fine wine is aged, a long built up release must be a glorious sensation. I positioned my face along his line of fire as I finished the last counts.

Brad: “Five… four… three… two… one!”

Dexter: “Oh yes! Cum for the camera my slaveboi stud. Give me your all. This is amazing.” Chuckles

Chad: “Awwwww! Yes, Master! It’s all yours Master! I’m all yours! Ugggggh!”

Holy fucking shit! This is too much! It feels like his cum is never-ending. I opened my mouth to receive some of that white chocolate, but it just kept going and going. It took a whole minute before his dick relaxed. I mean, I thought I’m a prolific stud, but this? This just makes me a bit embarrassed calling myself his big brother. And now there’s a puddle of man juice on the floor.
Dexter: “And now slaves, I want you to give me a show and clean the cum off each other. Show me passion! Show me fire! Show me yearning! Paint me a picture of intense longing brought by two manly brothers playing with the embers of their forbidden love!”

Brad and Chad: “As you wish, Master!”

I looked at Chad, the nearest thing I have to a mirror right now: our aroused red lips are getting closer, submissively longing for a steamy kiss. Our blue eyes are romantically inviting each other. I went for a kiss, sharing with him the cum I have accumulated in my mouth, joining in the bounty of his recent acquiescence, his tongue wrestling with mine, and his teeth biting my lips. His dick is hardening once again, brought into life by our passionate kiss. It seems we are now both trapped in a state of perpetual horniness.

Chad: “I love you big bro!”

Brad: “I love you too baby bro!”

My right hand is caressing his chin, with my left hand pushing on the wall for support, licking his face. He tries to pull away from his “chain” as he licks mine. All the while, our stone-hard dicks are caught in a swordfight: two twin swords of flesh and blood, forged and hardened with the flames of our brotherly love, animated by our pledge to serve our one true king.

Brad: “Shhhh… Calm down baby bro. Let me lead this dance.”

I positioned my right hand behind his head, as I tried to lick the drying cum off his neck and chests. I scooped up some of those floor cum and brought it before our faces, the chocolate drooping from my hand towards my wrists and arms. We licked on it like ice cream melting under the summer sun, sharing some passionate kisses along the way. I took my dog tags and fed it to him. He suckled on it as I went down to his dick. He clenched his fists and curled his toes as I went on to lick the residual cum off his shaft and tickle his piss slit with my tongue.

Dexter: “Oh yes! More, slavebois! Brad, you can take the dildo off Chad. Hidden in that cave is the most precious of all treasures, my cum. Share it with your brother and feast on it.”

Brad: “Yes, master!”

I took the dildo off Chad’s ass as I brought it to his face. The cum on the dildo is glowing with a faint radiance. I took a single lick and the reaction was explosive! Every nerve ending on my tongue is shooting firecrackers right now. Master’s cum is bitter, like a cold one on a winning game day. It is sweet, like the richest and most luscious chocolate I’ve ever tasted. More importantly, it is salty, like the roast beef gravy our mom used to make when we were kids. I yearned to taste this again, even just once. And now, it’s right in front of me. Chad and I rapidly slurped on that pink dick, engorging on it like famished hounds, ensuring not a single drop of this precious substance ever goes to waste.

Brad: “Awoooooo! Mom is with us right now Chad, isn’t she? Can you feel her?”

Chad: “Yeah, bro. I can feel her too.”

I gave Chad a long, dreamy kiss. Tears are uncontrollably flowing in my shut eyes. I’m once again in that happy time, as the picture ever became more vivid: young Chad and I are playing with our water guns under the summer sun, mom comes up and brings her signature roast beef and gravy. All four of us sit on the table as we say grace, before munching on our plates.

Dexter: “Awww. That’s so cute!”

As I returned to reality, I licked some of Master’s cum that fell on the floor. I ate on Chad’s ass to prevent any more of this divine nectar from spilling. I dipped in two fingers inside Chad and took my fingers to him, nourishing him with more of Master’s seed. I sucked in on Chad's cave, bringing my mouth to his mouth, as we shared on the holy feast with another kiss. I reinserted the dildo on his manhole to get more of that cum, then I brought it back again in our faces. The more I taste it, the more I crave it, and the more insatiable I become. I don’t think I can ever stop eating this until Master spoke, leading my full attention to his equally addictive voice.

Dexter: “This is amazing footage, bois! Watching you two slaves feasting over my cum made me really horny. There’s more of that where it came from. Chad, your arms are free. Now you two, carry me into your room and give me a two-on-one blowjob.”

Brad and Chad: “Yes, master!”

— Dexter’s PoV, Today —

Dexter: “So, what do you think about it?”

Justin: “Sorry Dex. I’m just… I’m speechless… I’m just mind blown by that. What in the world did I just watch? No offense, but that was disgusting! Not the fact that it’s gay, but ass eating? Brother-to-brother action? I mean, I’m not gay so I didn’t really know what you guys are into.”

Dexter: “Oh come on! It’s not like you’re not fantasizing worshipping and cumming on Brandi’s feet. Don’t tell me you’re not one bit kinky?”

Justin: “You said you wanted to do that with Chloe too?”

Dexter: “I’m lying obviously. Look Jus, here’s the deal. I want to start a business with you, a gay porn website. If the idea offends you or this doesn’t interest you, then you can go. Just please, if you leave, keep this a secret for old time’s sake, or I’ll be forced to consider you an enemy.”

I’m taking a big gamble right now. I’m telling a non-hypnotized person about the fact that I own hypnotized slaves. He can tell people, of course, but who will believe him? Not to mention I can order Chad to make his life a living hell. And that I know of many of his secrets, including his sexual fantasies with Brandi. I can only hope that I don’t need to go that far against my own best friend.

Justin: “Okay. What are the terms of this business agreement?”

Dexter: “Brad, please explain Rule #80.”

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir! Rule #80: Master may assign a person the Second-in-Command position. He will have power and authority over the slaves. He will be obeyed unless obeying him will conflict with the orders and the interests of Master. Sir!”

Dexter: “I made this rule specifically with you in mind. Not just that. You get a 20% share of the business. I think that’s fair given that this is my idea and we will be using my bois, my equipment, and my house as the filming location. You build the website and deal with the internet side of the business since I know nothing about programming. So, are you in or out?”

Justin: “Are you kidding me? I get to play with your jock slaves, finally get revenge on Chad, and get paid for it? Not to mention I’ll get to start a business with my best friend while still being in high school. Sounds like the American dream man! Of course, I’m in, ‘pardner’! I just have one problem. I think 20% is a bit too low.”

Dexter: “I can go as high as 25% but that’s it. Going further will just upset me and Brad might get frisky when he sees I’m upset. Isn’t that right, Brad?”

Brad: “Yes, boss!” Knuckle crunches

Justin: “Hey, okay, 25% it is. And Brad, I’m about to become your superior too. Is it a good idea to threaten me?”

Dexter: “Jus, that was just a joke. And I led Brad into it. Don’t take it on him, okay? Brad, why don’t you show how happy you are with Justin becoming your superior? Give him a blowjob as an apology.”

Justin: “No thanks. I want my first time to be with a girl.”

Dexter: “Just your first time? So you’re considering it?”

Justin: “Well, it sounds way less sadder than doing it alone. Plus, I don’t know if I will get a shot at getting a girlfriend soon.”

Dexter: “Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. Brandi and Chloe might dump their boyfriends soon.”

Justin: “Oh wow! I get Chloe since Chad is your slave now, but Brandi? Do you know something?”

Dexter: “I’m still waiting for a call on that. So anyway, shall we discuss our business now? Brad, you can go back to your buttler duties.”

Brad: “Yes, master!”

We were discussing the details of the new gay porn business: layouts for the website, monetization plans, etc. Justin’s still a bit uneasy discussing the raunchy details of the videos, but he’ll warm to it, especially when the cash rolls in and when the sexual power he had over the jocks sinks in.

Dexter: “Hey Jus. I just received a text from Rich: ‘Hi Dexter. Rich here, school quarterback. I got your number from Chad. I heard you’re open for tutoring services. Let me hear back from you.’”

Justin: “Oh wow! Is that Rich? Why does he need a tutor? His grades are pretty good.”

Dexter: “He’s just that competitive. I heard from Chad that he supposedly stole Brandi from Cody just for the sake of it. That will be his downfall.”

It took about thirty minutes from that text until I received a call from Chad.

Chad: “Hello Master. All three are asleep right now, listening to your recordings.”

Dexter: “Nice! Please put the phone near Cody. I wanna hear him chant his mantra. And Chad, good boi!”

Chad: “Uggghhh. Thank you, master!”

Justin and I both listened to Cody. Ah! The hypnotic ramblings of my soon-to-be cowboi slave. I’ve held a longer and stronger crush on him than Chad or Rich. And soon, he will be mine.

Dexter: “Wheels are turning Jus. Soon those on the top will find themselves on the bottom, and us on the top.” Chuckles

Justin: “Devious, diabolical, deranged, Dexter! Haha!” Slow claps

We shared a hearty laugh at that. Just as my morning went perfect, thanks to my buttler, my night is also going excellently according to plan. Not only did my best friend accept me as gay, I was able to get him as my business ‘pardner’ in my gay passion project. I’ve got Cody hooked on my bait and Rich is swimming within the vicinity of my trap. Soon, I’ll have four obedient hunky jocks wrapped around my little finger, indulging my every whim.

To be continued…