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This is a story about a blond himbo jock who gets into some trouble, and how the fantasy he wished for became all too real. I hope you guys enjoy my story.
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Chapter 2
So yeah, I'm Greg McBane, an All American springboard diving champion which makes me the star diver on my team, I have athletic Nordic looks. blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that looks spectacular in my red and white Arena icons racing Speedo. Yep, I'm a handsome, muscular jock and I knew it. a thirst trap.
And for as long as I can remember, I've been an athlete. Easily earning a varsity letter as a gymnast, a diver, and a wrestler, I could have earned a letter in more sports but I only had time for three, so I picked the sports I loved best. It was hard deciding not to go out for water polo but I would still play Wo-Po in my AAU summer league club . My grueling Diving practices, and training hard on gymnastic apparatus have built my body with perfect symmetry. I am used to being most admired by many for my Rizz, and desired and lusted after by many more. And as a result of my sports training I have a very high pain threshold.
Most NARP, which is what we jocks call all the Non Athletic Regular Persons, give up too easily. They start running and after awhile they get a stitch in their sides and whine and cant run any farther. But what they don't realize, is that I hurt just as badly as they do, But I also know they give up way too early, they could run farther, but they tell themselves its too hard to go on and other lies and quit. What makes a champion, is feeling the pain but refusing to quit, competing with all your heart and ignoring the pain and just refusing to stop. We give the whole 100% and when eventually we cant go any farther, we know we really have reached our true limit. So I am all about pushing dangerously past my limits, risky edge play makes me feel alive.
Sure, I may look wholesome and angelic. But there's something the cheerleaders and my teammates don't know about me. It's my sick dark fantasy. Secretly, I fantasize about being kidnapped and tortured into being someone's sex slave. My firmly muscled body sexually used and abused for someone's cruel pleasure. Forced to be a naked sex slave and obey a hard Master. I immediately throw a boner just imagining it, and too bad if I'm in my speedo out on a diving board in front of the coaches, ref's and a crowd. All jocks do that anyway. we get erections in our speedo or skin tight wrestling singlets etc. We call that a NARB, a No-Apparent-Reason-Boner and just laugh about it. So I desperately try not to think about bdsm sex while being naked in a locker room full of firmly muscled wet naked swimmers reeking of chlorine and testosterone.
Finally, after talking to Chicken Trainer, I have found someone to roleplay my fantasy with, what I wanted. What I needed. I read his last text again, telling me about what life as an object would entail. Forcibly being given a "cum dump" tattoo, a tramp stamp just above my waistline in the small of my back. No way Id ever date a girl again once I was marked with that for everyone to see. I can just imagine what my teammates would say when they saw that on my back above my speedo. OMG, hands off my dick bro, I gotta stay chaste, leggo man. It was a most totally hot fantasy bro. Just imagining being humiliated like that got me hard as a rock.
I had been role playing with him as his online webcam slave. Standing naked and rubbed down in edible almond oil in front of my webcam looking at a black screen as his voice taught me different slave positions and how to answer questions respectfully. Sometimes pictures of what was required, but never Chicken Trainers face, just his low rumbling voice training me and molding me to his will. Then he would order me to my knees and start telling me about being his slave and making me beg him to let me suck his cock while he called me a faggot and degraded me as a cock sucking cum dump bitch. I would close my eyes in shame and humiliation but I couldn't help being excited and craving more as I masturbated for him.
If I messed up like questioning him, doing something wrong, raising my eyes to look into the camera instead of looking down or even speaking without permission I had to do punishment exercises. When I was punished he had me put on a swimmer jockstrap. Swimmer jockstraps are different from the usual wide waistband jockstraps as they have a narrow 1 inch waistband with a stretchy open-knit pouch that's quick drying. Sir had ordered me to only wear a jockstrap as underwear now and my swim jock was most comfortable.
Id be standing in front of the webcam in a snowy white jockstrap, muscles straining and trembling. And pouring sweat to hold up weights at arms length for a set time. If I failed, then I had to do a different penalty exercise in a stress position that would be harder and longer. The oil I was rubbed in made my hands slippery and harder to hold up the weights. And it made me sweat twice as much as I normally would. So I most definitely didn't want to have to do something like an insane amount of twisting hyper extensions with my hands behind my neck in a "Prisoner" position before the time was up.
It was so hot when Sir drilled me in his various slave positions: Present, Submit, Kneel forward, Kneel back, Expose, Wait and Apology. I had to move from one position to another smoothly on command without hesitation to think about it or else I had to put on the jockstrap and hold weights in a stress position while my penalty timed out. Being insanely competitive, I loved it. I hated to loose. If I was a good jock slave I got to masturbate in front of the webcam while he talked shit to me, turning me on and getting me horny out of my mind. he would say something like "I can't choose what song I'd dominate you to....Should I go hard or slow faggot? Never mind, I don't care what you think. " Then Id hear Depeche Modes 'Master and slave' etc.in the background as he ordered me to do kinky shit for his cruel amusement. Oh god, I cant help myself. There's something so kinky about surrendering yourself completely..
I was taught to smoothly stand up from kneeling on the floor in a present position to stand in a waiting position. Flowing smoothly from one to another, it was like Tai Chi really. I rushed home from practice every day, stripping naked as soon as I closed my door and staying naked till it was time to get up at 5am to go to practice. One day I got a package in the mail from Master ChickenTrainer. In it was a spiked collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a set of increasing sized butt plugs and a dildo. in it was a note to put on my Bicycle racing skinsuit and the cuffs and collar and wear them until I got a DM from Sir tonight. I wasn't being collared yet, but If I put these on I was surrendering myself to him, marking me as a slave. OMG! OMG!!
I worked around my house, cooking dinner and washing my clothes excited and wondering what was next. Suddenly I hear a loud chime on my computer. It was a direct message from Chicken Trainer. I eagerly accepted his DM.
ChickenTrainer (08:29:37 PM): Boy I just emailed you a wave file from WarpMyMind.com, Put your Bluetooth earbuds in and listen to it now. Text me after you hear it and tell me something.
He had been texting me, and sending me hypnosis files to listen to. Its incredibly hot to think about the fantasy of being hypnotized into his willing slave against my will, forced to obey his twisted kinky orders. Too bad hypnosis cant make you do anything you don't want to . But the fantasy of being compelled to obey hypnotic commands has me leaking precum just thinking about it.
Dive6214c (08:30:40 PM) : omg bro woaa sounds wicked yehh realy, im like gonna play it now bro. I'm alone in my chair like you told me, an in my skinsuit, cuffs and collar.
I lean back and get comfortable and play the WarpMyMind file, his deep soothing voice talks to me for a long while, I forgot most of it, guess I wasn't really paying attention or something. All I remember was him eventually telling me:
"...after every workout, you crave wearing any type of lycra bodysuit. You crave to feel your muscled body slip into lycra. It makes you so horny, just thinking about it. That's why you workout so hard, to become a dumb, lycra, muscle jock. You love everything related to being a dumb, lycra, muscle jock. You love the smell, you love the feeling of cum seeping right through your lycra suit. You love the idea that you are that dumb, lycra, muscle jock that has to obey me. As soon as you slip on the lycra, you love how it feels on your dumb, muscle jock body. You cannot help it; you instantly get erect and enter a constant state of arousal. You love how obedient you become and how your body feels inside a lycra suit; it gives you a constant feeling of near orgasmic pleasure and you immediately start leaking pre cum through the fabric. But every time you expel any fluid at all while you're wearing a lycra bodysuit, your intelligence will suddenly and totally drain away. Your mind, your thoughts, your memories, all leak away. You cant help yourself from cumming load after load while you're in your lycra bodysuit, and you cant stop loosing your intelligence because it seeps right out through the suit in your cum. The slow but constant precum drainage will slowly wipe your thoughts, skills, and ideas away. The more of a dumb, lycra, muscle jock you become, the more it feels good as you lose control of your mental abilities along with your intelligence..."
I woke up suddenly, oh fuck, I fell asleep and totally missed hearing most of that. I was so turned on even now I'm surprised I nodded off. I looked at the clock and realized I slept for a good while. For some reason it was really hard for me to tell time. It took me a moment to figure out what the clock said. Guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was, I'm so sleepy and out of it. I sat there gooned out for a time until I realized my crotch was soaking wet!! Dag, Did I pee myself while I was asleep? I wiped my finger on my bulge and tasted it, uh no, its cum, wow. I'm just gonna crawl in my bed like I am and rest awhile , my skinsuit feels so comfortable I'll just wear it to bed. oh yeah, Gotta text ChickenTrainer first
Dive614c (12:24:02 AM) I'm a dumb horny lycra muscle jock
I had a little trouble figuring how to send it and my spell checker was judging me most unfavorably for some reason but I finally got it sent and crashed in my bed wearing my lycra bodysuit.
I had intense dreams all night of being someone's bound prisoner as they ruthlessly used me for their pleasure. When I woke up I smelled like a whorehouse so I struggled out of my skinsuit and took a hot shower before going to practice.
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