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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 3
I was happy and found something I had secretly needed. I used to pretty much live in just a pair of Nike Aero swift running shorts and sneakers. So it wasn't like that much of a difference to be totally naked wearing only my collar and cuffs the moment I got home. I had started drawing my bank accounts down to regularly to send my bro cash gifts through the mail to show my appreciation of his friendship, My hands would shake in excitement as I sent my bro the bulk of my money after expenses each week. So I stopped drinking so much beer and going out juking to the clubs with my crew. Like I didn't have as much money to blow anyway bro. Dunno why I started doing that. But ChickenTrainer was going to so much trouble role playing master and slave with me and taking the time to send me hypnosis tapes to listen to. Just seemed like I ought to be giving back is all I guess.
I know they say don't send cash through the mail fer sure, but Chicken Trainer didn't take checks. I had paid off all my credit cards and debts so I no longer had much expenses anymore. Gone were the days Id go to the mall with my buds and drop all my Benjamín's on more Abercrombie and Fitch, Pac Sun and American Eagle threads. Oh, like I still worked out at the gym and rode my skateboard to the beach to go surfing most every day. Man, I just didn't wear out my street clothes as fast anymore and wore what I had coz like, ya know, I was like always most totally naked in my free time now bro.
As a part of our roleplay, sir chose what I had to wear each day. I stopped wearing anything for underwear except my swimmer jockstrap. All my teammates just shook their head in amusement at first at seeing me in a jockstrap when I stripped down to pull on my speedo. Coz NARP(non athlete regular persons) think jocks always wore jockstraps anyway. Actually, I cant remember ever playing a sport where a jockstrap was required or needed.
Jockstraps were a thing from way back in the day to tame our wayward dicks and slow down our urge for masturbation and sin. Instead we sometimes wore a protective cup that sort of looked like a jock whenever I played football and baseball, but its not a jockstrap. Everyone wears under armor compression shorts under our gym shorts now, which kept our dicks from flopping around just fine. But now it was no big deal. A few of my teammates started wearing jockstraps too, which was like most excellent.
Man, but it raised like a few eyebrows when I stopped dressing so preppy and like started being a lot more slutty looking. Somehow, wearing what would once have had me dying of shame and embarrassment was not a problem man, it was like, ya know, a fun turn on for me for some reason. So I wore a lot more skintight lycra compression gear instead of the baggy T shirts and board shorts I used to wear. Sleeveless crop top muscle shirts instead of the button down long sleeve shirts I used to favor. Dunno why I started doing that, I just dress like that without thinking about it coz Sir told me to start wearing that.
As Chicken trainer and I role played our hot online webcam domination and I started listening to his hypnotic tapes, I started like really getting into my role playing as his slave. My teammates had noticed my personality had changed too. I wasn't acting like the cocky, arrogant, entitled and most egregious jerk jock that I actually was anymore. I was a lot more humble and suddenly willing to go along with doing what my teammates wanted to do instead of leading the pack by right of being an elite athlete. They liked the change a lot, I was more of a team player now and less a prima donna.
And my contentment and inner peace stated showing as I competed in my sports. Springboard diving is an art as well as a sport. Beauty and grace must be added to feats of strength and agility while my body is moving through the air. A diver has to have total body control and good kinesthetic awareness bro. So like due to my slave roleplay, I had learned to move smoothly and gracefully to please my bro Chicken Trainer. And it started carrying over into my dives. Instead of spinning and somersaulting by throwing my body around with my muscles by brute force, I started slipping through the air like a dancer. And it showed in my pr scores.
My synchro diving partner Ted Miles was happy I was finally getting my head in the game and being more his partner.
"Greg" Ted told me one day at practice "You used to be so uptight that if I stuck a lump of coal up your ass in two weeks I'd have a diamond"
I had to laugh at that. I knew Ted had a ginormous crush on me and I had been waiting for him to say something to me about it. But like I guess he was afraid of changing our friendship into something that might get most awkward.
I told that dude "Thanks Bro, I used to feel stressed a lot, but now I just remember, I have a like totally bitchin big dick and then I feel better bro"
Ted broke up laughing and pushed me off the springboard but I didn't smack too hard and just laughed back at him.
"Hey bro, Like you know I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true" I said with my best white Crest toothpaste smile. Practice was ya know, most stellar that day.
At the end of the month I got a text from Sir:
ChickenTrainer (10:02:04 AM): "Are you ready to be my no limits slave:?"
I grinned. Like, ya know, this is so fucking hot! Oh wow man, I had badly wanted to like role play this shit with someone for so long. So I answered
Dive614c (10:02:45 AM): "Fer sure bro, I need someone to teach me discipline and push me past my limits"
The dude replied
ChickenTrainer (10:03:34 AM): "I am coming over and we'll talk about it in person"
He closed the session after I texted him back and told him I was home now. I leaned back, intensely turned on fer sure, and trembling with desire. Fuck, like I must be insane man. I was like most turned on by wondering what sort of sick fantasy role play shit he'd want to do with me in person. What that dude wanted to do to me when we were alone together. I halfway wished it was like real instead of role play and then was glad it wasn't. I should tell that dude Bruh!! never mind, don't come over yet, I'm not ready bro. Like ya know, this is like most totally batshit fucking crazy. And like I was as hard as a rock.
While I was still trying to talk myself out of meeting this dude, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Crap, Its him, he must have been just outside in his car when he texted me, Oh man, like OK self, it's too late to back out now. I opened my door naked and wearing a collar like I always do. I had startled the shit out of the pizza guy being naked and collared at the door, but he came in and got his tip an alternate way.
So when I opened my door like naked and wearing his collar, there was some older dude standing there, like in his thirties and thickly muscled. He looked powerful bro, just like a dark haired Alex Eubank, the bodybuilder. ooooh wow! His selfies didn't do him justice. Mann, he's hot. I started grinning. Chicken Trainer was dressed in old school black leather, black gloves, black boots, the whole retro leather Daddy trope from back in the day. So cool! He was really playing the part to the hilt.
He had like a ginormous duffle bag with him. My team had one just like it for our water polo gear, an REI bitchin'est haul 120 liter bag. I wondered what he had brought with him but just played it cool and smiled at him. "What's good bro? Woah dude, like that's quite the bag you got there bro. Hey man, I'm SpringBoardDiver, are you chicken trainer? " He looked my naked body up and down, nodded yes and smirked. "Come on in bro, you can drop your gear bag in the living room" I enthused as I closed the front door and locked it behind him. "So uh. Hey, come back to my bedroom bro," The dude followed me back and looked curiously around my room. "Yeah, I got a ton of sports medals and trophy's in here bro. They're a bitch to dust fer sure" The dude still hadn't said anything, just stood there and stared into my blue eyes and then checking me out, Digging on my six pack and hot bod again. Dag, Bro don't say much I'm thinkin.
"So tell me about being your slave dude?" I said " I wanna hear what you want to do to me!!" The last thing I expected was for him to frown angrily, suddenly and without warning, he sucker punched me. Knocked my Dag lights out. Stars then darkness. I came to lying on the floor on my stomach with my hands prayer tied behind me. That dude was sitting astride me tying both my legs back, heels touching my thighs in a strict frog tie.
I was like pissed. This was most egregious behavior bro. I started struggling in my bondage, yelling "FUCK dude, Man let me go you dickweed! This is most uncool bro, like not even getting dinner an a show before you jump my bones? Oh man, like what a Chad. What the hell are you..." But then he effortlessly flipped me over on my back and sat on my chest again. He was grinning wickedly and hand gagged me with his big meaty hand.
"Mmmmft mufft" I protested and started struggling to throw him off me. He clamped his powerful legs around me and rode me like a bucking bronco. I couldn't do shit to throw him off, Eventually I exhausted myself and had to lie there helplessly bound, huffing furiously through his fingers over my mouth.
He grabbed me by my hair and viciously slapped me. "Shut up Greg! I own you now. so let me make myself clear. You are now my voluntary lifetime faggot slave because you voluntarily gave yourself to me. You do what your told or I will sell you to some sadists I know. They are always looking for fresh meat because the guys who fall into their power don't live long."
He stared intently into my eyes and asked me
"What's the security code on your ATM, credit card and your cell phone?"
I freaked out "Fuck no, I'm not AAAAGH!!" fucker was viciously crushing my balls, I stubbornly resisted the pain but they were just about to pop before I squeaked out
"0313 (which is the start of the NCAA tournament ), 0204 (which is signing day to announce what team your going to play for) and 8675309 (Coz like its a phone dude, doh)"
I was groaning as he opened my cell and did something online, "Yes, that's correct boy."
He pulled a dark brown medicine bottle out of his pocket and twisted the top off. My eyes bugged open, holy shit, this most egregious dickweed is trying to roofie me. Most Bogus!! I started shaking my head from side to side and refused to drink it but he like just hand gagged me again and pinched my nostrils shut and suffocated me. When I was about to croak he pulled his hand away so I could suck in a breath, and I was forced to chug down some vile kind of drugged liquid. Ugh, I recognized it, 101 proof wild turkey bourbon burning my throat as it went down. But it had a nasty chemical aftertaste after I was forced to drink it. I started gagging and choking but before I could get my wind back to say anything he locked a thick pink silicone penis gag in my mouth and I had to huff through the breathing hole trying to catch my breath.
He sat me up on my knees and started tying my arms to my sides in a tight box tie. I was shaking in impotent fury but I was like fucked, totally helpless. And the dude still hadn't said a word in explanation for why he was doing this, he was going too far with our role play thing. way too immersed in his part. Not even a mumbly word like " hello dude, how's the surf? or let's have a beer, or how bout them Gamecocks" or nothing. Like this is so Bogus man!! After checking my ropes to make sure they were secure and pulling them a bit more cruelly tight, he put me back on my side and stood up.
As I lay there helpless on the floor he started searching my room. Pulling out my speedo swim team duffle bag, my mesh speedo wet bag and my backpack, he started loading them up with my lycra compression gear, gym clothes and even my gymnast and wrestling singlets along with some other sports uniforms and gear of mine. He looked in my underwear drawer and just shook his head while grabbing jockstraps and a few of my Tangas, Then he grabbed my sneakers, my speedos and anything else sexy a jock would wear. He pulled out more duffle bags from his big bag and soon had what he wanted to take of mine ready to go. He even pulled my varsity letter jacket out of the closet and took it.
Someone knocked on my door and Chicken Trainer let in a skinny blond twink dude and a meathead bro both wearing work gloves. The blond guy got undressed, putting his clothes into a bag that the meathead held before putting on my t shirt and warmups and the tenny runners I had worn to practice today. After he pulled one of my ball caps down over his face I realized he looked hella like me. Meathead started carrying all my packed up stuff outside. Sir gave the blond dude my cell phone, wallet and keys and a note with my security numbers. He smiled down at me and asked him:
" Tell me again what you're supposed to do Mr. Greg McBane ?"
With a sneering smirk at me, fake Greg said: "I'm to rent a U haul truck with a car towing hitch using his license and bank card, then clean out his apartment and tow his car behind the U haul down to Jacksonville Florida. I'll donate the clothes and furniture to Goodwill in his name and donate his car to Habitat for Humanity. Then change back into my clothes and ride back home with Billy after shit canning his wallet"
Chicken Trainer smiled and said "Correct. Be sure to stop and eat and buy gas and healthy snacks on the way with his atm card. Gatorade and popcorn, only healthy shit. Do not go to an ATM, they will get a close video of your face if you do. And for god sakes don't look at any security cameras, don't try to avoid them but just keep your face down."
After they left to rent the moving truck Chicken trainer got on my computer and started sending emails. He looked aside at me on the floor and read aloud: "Hey bros, just got offered an awesome traveling job with most stellar benefits down in Florida. I need to jump on this opportunity so I wont have time to say bye to everyone, let all my buds know I'll get back to you once I'm settled in. Later Bro Greg". he started sending it out to all my contacts.
After looking through my bills he stopped my utilities and emailed my landlord I was breaking my lease due to taking an unexpected out of town job.
Suddenly, I started feeling sickly weak and my vision started to grey out as the drug finally started hitting me. I was like struggling to stay awake man. I could only watch helplessly as he typed something into my computer and I heard the hard drive start clicking. FUCK! that most egregious chode was wiping my computer before it was donated to Goodwill in Florida. No one will ever know what happened to me or where I am. I'm just gonna disappear. Its doubtful if my picture even gets posted at Walmart on the missing person board next to the shopping carts. I could only blink sleepily at him as he effortlessly picked me up and folded all 180 pounds of me into his big open duffle bag . It was a tight fit but he eventually forced me into his bag. Once I was in, he grabbed my jaw and had me blearily look him in the face.
In his deep, growling baritone voice he smirked and told me "Boy, are you ready to disappear and start your new life as a 24/7 no escape slave ? You're no longer a free man, you're a fag slave now, I own you, just an object now, my property to do with as I please" he said and gave me a beautifully wicked smile. He shoved my head back in and slowly zipped me into the bag. Just when the zipper was level with my chin he stopped and started watching me. I was scared shitless coz the drug started kicking in big time man. I couldn't fight it and when he saw his drugs were finally getting me, he zipped up the bag over my face leaving me in total darkness as I passed out again.
I stirred. Something felt wrong. Groggily I noticed there was something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but it was held in. I was cold. Oh, I was naked. I slowly woke up. Naked, gagged, suspended by my wrists and blindfolded. From the mildew smell I can tell I'm locked in a cellar somewhere. If I fucking could, I'd have second thoughts about my fantasies. But it's much too late now. I can hear the sounds of a loud party going on upstairs, and suddenly, I realize that eventually, the deadbolt on the door to the basement where I'm being held will turn. I will hear the lock click, the door will creak open, and my dark fantasy will become a reality.
Then at some point, while I hung suspended, waiting, I also realized that this isn't what I wanted or needed, but, it is what I deserve.
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