Jockmaster
Parts 5-6
by: webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
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** This is the continuation of the story begun in a Part 1 file and
** a Parts 2-4 file. This part will make a lot more sense if you
** read those parts first.
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5.
So far, I had triggered the special rooms in numerical order,
and found each room different from the last, and exciting in
a new way. I had covered the first two floors, with six rooms
of hypno-erotic enjoyment. Whenever I looked out of my window
at the Jepsen dorm, I was satisfied that I was master of most
of what I surveyed. And there were two rooms to go!
Finally, one evening, with great anticipation, I went back
across the street and up to room 301. I burst in on two very
surprised, exceedingly handsome baseball players. They were
both wearing nothing but cut-offs, and their muscles were
nicely distributed around their upper bodies, arms, and legs.
One was a redhead with cute freckles, maybe 6'4", and the other
had longish jet-black hair that glinted almost blue like
Superman's, and was a bit taller. The redhead was lying on
his bed reading, other was sitting in a recliner, big feet
propped on the footrest. My first thought was, their stripping
process wouldn't take long!
When I said the magic phrase, the two of them immediately
stood up, as I expected. But they didn't begin to strip.
Instead, the redhead intoned something weird I didn't
understand, and suddenly I found it hard to think, and I
found I was frozen in place where I stood.
As the following scene unfolded, it was as if I was not in
my body, but watching the whole thing from above. There I
was, glued in place. Somehow I had become naked and erect,
and I could see how insignificant my body looked like
next to these two built athletes.
The two circled me as I stood, helplessly on display. "So
this is our playtoy. Not much to look at, is he, Rod?"
said the black-haired one.
"Nah, kind of skinny. I must weigh almost half again as
much as he does, even though we're the same height. And
he's got like no chest hair, even though he must be, what,
twenty?" I couldn't say anything; it was as if I wasn't
actually there, just frozen like a statue in a museum.
"But we can make him do anything we want? Wait, how do I
know that? And why do we want him to do things, anyway?
We're not faggots or anything."
This puzzled Rod for a second. "I don't know, Vince, it
just seems exciting to have a guy do anything I want.
It's like I really get horny just thinking about the
power of it. Maybe I always wanted it." Or maybe, I
realized, it was the result of HIS programmed response
to the magic phrase. And anything that followed might
be because of that programming. But how did I get
"programmed", and when? I went through these thoughts,
but of course I was unable to say anything out loud.
Vince said, "Yeah, I feel it too. Instead of waiting for
some chick to do us when she's in the mood, we have
someone who can't help doing us whenever WE want it. And
he can't do anything about it. In fact, we can make HIM
want it more than us. He's gotta believe what we tell
him, even feel what we tell him." I felt a jolt, and
started to pay much more attention to the absolute
truths told by these two all-knowing men.
Rod grinned. "Yeah, since he's inferior to us in every way,
it's only natural for him to serve us, and he knows it."
And suddenly I did know it, too. Why hadn't I seen it all
along?
Rod was clearly was the smarter of the two, or at least the
better programmed. He looked at me and went on, "First you
must realize we are your jockmasters. Tell me what we are."
I replied automatically, in a somewhat slurred voice, "You...
are...jockmasters..." And I knew that was just their normal
title. It was always true.
"Now we have to come up with some way for us to trigger your
natural slave tendencies, so you'll always know when it's
time to obey and worship your superiors. What should we make
him respond to, Vince?
Vince looked me over. "Well, he looks so puny there, like
the secret identity of a superhero, except he's a super
slave! So how about when we say 'This is a job for
Weakness Boy,' he immediately remembers his real role in
life and worships and obeys the guys with him?"
Rod laughed out loud. "Great! I love it! OK, what's your
name, slave?"
I heard myself say, "...Scott Spencer, Jockmaster..."
"Yes, but you must remember, 'Scott Spencer' is just your
secret identity. In reality you are Weakness Boy..."
"...I...am...Weakness...Boy..." Somehow I knew it was
true. It had always been true, I just didn't know it until
my jockmasters had revealed it to me.
"And your secret power is Super Submissiveness to your
jockmasters. You exist to serve them in all ways. Being
their slave excites you beyond anything."
"...being...slave...excites...me..." Although I was
already erect, I became even harder thinking I could
serve gods like these two powerful jockmasters.
"And you know you are with a jockmaster when someone
tells you, 'This is a job for Weakness Boy'. You must
immediately strip, because you must wear no clothes when
you are with a jockmaster unless he orders you to."
"...no...clothes..." I then knew that being naked was
my correct natural state when serving these gods.
"Once you are naked, your responsibility is to obey
your jockmasters and see to their needs. If you are
good, they may give you a special treat."
"...obey...special...treat..." Of course I just wanted
to be a good slave to my jockmasters, but how wonderful
they were that they would give me a special treat just
for serving them well!
"Serving a jockmaster excites you, but you are especially
fascinated by his superior parts, like his cock, symbol
of his masculine power..."
"...cock..." I looked longingly at my jockmasters'
cocks. Soft, they were longer than mine was hard. I
pictured myself servicing them, pleasing them, making
them expand to full length and fill me with their
incredible manjuices.
"His feet, with their commanding odor..." Rod sniggered.
"...feet..." How I longed to serve under those giant
wonders.
"His armpits, with their delicious mansweat..." At this,
as if on cue (which it probably was), both of them flexed
their arms, revealing the pits that I now longed more than
anything to clean with my tongue. Vince's pits had tufts
of nice dark fur, while Rod's were mostly hairless.
"And his asshole, source of his life-giving ass juice."
They both turned around and bent down spreading their
legs, and if I hadn't been glued in place on the floor,
I couldn't have stopped myself from dropping to my
knees and pushing my tongue into those incredible
muscled asses to get that precious ass juice.
"Do you understand your role in life, Weakness Boy?"
"...I...understand...jockmaster..."
"I'd love to try you out, but we have dates this
evening, so it'll have to wait. So get dressed, and
go back home to your secret identity life of Scott
Spencer until your jockmasters call on you. And you
can't ever cum as Scott Spencer, only as Weakness
Boy, and only when a jockmaster commands it."
I found I could move again. I started to dress.
Vince asked Rod, "What if he tells someone about
this? We don't want it getting around, or have him
tell the school or the cops about it."
Rod said, "Weakness Boy, you must not ever talk
to anyone about this. In fact, while you are in
your Scott Spencer identity you will not even
remember you are Weakness Boy. Only when your
jockmasters call on you will you remember.
"Nothing unusual happened tonight. You spent the
evening at home studying. You will forget everything
that happened, but when your jockmaster changes you,
then you will remember."
"Remember..." The next thing I knew, I was in my
room studying. Too bad I hadn't had a chance to
go over to Jepsen tonight and try out the third
floor rooms I had on my list. But I hoped to get
over there the next night.
6.
At around 9 pm that evening, as I went through
my assigned reading, there was a knock at my
door. I was puzzled; I wasn't expecting anyone.
Before I could answer, the door opened, and in
stepped a kid, maybe 15 years of age. I didn't
recognize him, but he was obviously a very
athletic type. He was only about 5'10", but his
build showed clearly under his tight shirt, and
even in his baggy jeans I could see that there
was already some semi-hardness in what must have
been a significant package for a 15-year-old.
He had that natural swagger to his walk that a
totally confident guy used to getting his way
would have. I was the victim of some of those
guys back in high school, and I was glad I had
about four years of age and six inches of height
on him.
He spoke first. "I saw everything."
"What do you mean, kid?"
"I was visiting my brother over in Jepsen 303,
and heard someone barge into 301 where his
buddy Vince lives. The door was open and I
heard loud noises, so I went over to look. I
saw everything."
I was baffled. "I don't know what you're
talking about, kid. I've been here in my
room all evening."
"Nah, I followed you here, I know the whole
story. And anyway, stop calling me kid, I'm
your... uh... jockmaster. And I want a blow
job from you, pronto."
I stood up, angry. "Look, KID, I don't know
who you think you are, but..."
Then he said, "This is a job for Weakness Boy!"
And I immediately knew who I REALLY was, and I
realized that standing before me was not some
high school punk, but a godlike jockmaster. He
was all-powerful, and solid as a statue, while
I was gangly, skinny, and physically inadequate.
Embarrassed to still be in clothes, I stripped
as quickly as I could and knelt before him,
looking at his scuffed, dirt-stained size 13
running shoes. How grand they looked on his
perfect compact muscled body, and how I longed
to clean those shoes inside and out with my
tongue, as they housed the jockmaster's sacred
feet and their all-important sweat. But the
jockmaster had expressed his particular desire
to me, and of course serving that desire was my
number-one priority. It was the very meaning of
my existence.
He stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for
me to free his beautiful cock from its prison
and service it as it had never been serviced
before. My super-submissive power made anything
that was important to my jockmaster even more
important to me, and anything that was desirable
to him even more so for me.
I unzipped his baggy pants, and saw he wasn't
wearing any underwear. His cock, anticipating
what was coming, got hard at my first touch. I
noticed admiringly that even though I was taller
and older, his cock was longer than mine, and
much more slender. As I held his magnificent
manhood, my own cock seemed short, thick and
useless. But that was the natural way of the
world for a jockmaster and Weakness Boy.
I lapped on all sides of the beautiful cock to
get it ready for my blow job, but I wasn't fast
enough to please the jockmaster, who was after
all a teenager. He grabbed my head and simply
fucked my face on his cock, treating me like the
sex toy object I was. Very soon, he shot his load
into me, but he was still moving and some of it
fell on the floor. I was unhappy with the idea
of all that life-giving fluid being wasted.
The teen jockmaster graciously allowed me to lick
up the spilled puddles of his powerful manjuice,
while he stroked my hair like a puppy's.
"Wow, that was waaay better than I ever got from
any girl at school." A shudder of pleasure went
through my body at having pleased the jockmaster.
I silently wished he would order me to clean out
his armpits, dirt-stained shoes, or check his
asshole for ass juice, but it was not my place to
make any such suggestions.
The jockmaster put his pants back on, while I
stood at attention and gazed admiringly his body.
He thought for a while. "I'd better clean up this
situation. Weakness Boy, when I leave you'll get
dressed and go back to your secret identity. You'll
forget everything that happened here tonight.
Except when you see me again, even in your secret
identity, you'll recognize me as someone you
respect alot. And you will believe everything I say.
That part was really cool when they made you do that
over there. You won't realize I made you respect
and believe me, you'll think it's your idea. Got it?"
"Yes, jockmaster. I will respect and believe you
even in my secret identity."
"OK, I'm outa here."
As the door shut, I went back to my reading. What a
boring, uneventful evening. Yet for some reason, my
cock demanded attention. I rubbed it a bit, then
realized I didn't have time to jack off that evening.
Maybe tomorrow, when I went back to Jepsen...
[To be continued if desired. Feedback and suggestions
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