JOCKBOY - pt 1 (Patreon)

Mason Stone worked though his thousand reps on the workout bench, hands behind his head, booted feet firmly fixed under the rollers. He lifted his torso and twisted this way, laid down, raised up, twisted the other way. Sweat trickled over his dark skin, beaded on the trim width of his sculpted and defined chest. The 20-year-old freshman smiled just slightly, knowing that more than a few of other other dudes in the Uni gym were checking him out on the sly.

He was determined to give them a good show, as well as work his core until he burned. He laid down and then shifted around. He took a drink from his water bottle, letting rivulets from the bottle join the sweat on his throat, chest and abs. He blotted his chest with a towel, then ruffled it over his thick damp hair.

He switched, laying down and reaching up and behind for a firm grip on the back rollers, then scissoring his long powerful legs up, hold, down. Up, hold, down. Another thousand reps of that, and he rested, panting just slightly.

“Don!” Mason called as he watched one of his frat buddies go by, but Don didn’t stop. Mason sat up and called again, but the young med student continued on into the showers. Mason frowned and stood up, gathered his gear, and followed. That wasn’t like Don, not at all.

He pushed into the locker room, caught a playfully-thrown towel and tossed it back, then dropped his gear bag on a bench. He was sure Don had come this way… click here

Then Mason heard shouts from the shower area and he darted into the entranceway. The tiled room was filled with steam, the shining steel shower pylons barely visible in the mist.Don had a smaller man in a death grip, lifted and pressed against one of the shower pylons, choking him! Two other guys were trying to subdue Don, but having no luck - Don was 6’6” and a pillar of muscle.

Mason sprang into the fray with no thought of his own safety, even though Don was a head taller and outclassed him by a good fifty pounds of pure muscle - perhaps more! He pulled at Don’s powerful arm as it shifted to choke the man even harder - Don’s arm began to move back, but then Mason let go. There were too many witnesses, and slim Mason Stone couldn’t be seen easily overpowering a man like Don.

The victim struggled, pinned to the steel pylon. Don was silent. Staring. Blank-eyed. Mason frowned, and changed tactics - he carefully punched Don right in a nerve cluster on his side, and the big man gasped, let go, and stumbled back. His victim fell to the floor, gasping, as onlookers rushed in to pull him out of the situation.

Mason looked down into his friend’s face and saw no recognition, only an animal desire for violence. Don’s hand shot out to grab Mason but the sleek young track star dodged back, then stepped up again, putting his weight behind a powerful old-fashioned right cross carefully done so he didn’t break his friend’s jaw.

“Don! Stop!” Mason cried, and suddenly Don did so, as if the man’s brain had finally registered the damage his body had taken. He slumped back against the shower area wall, slack-jawed.

Mason crouched. He could hear security making their way into the locker room. Don groaned, eyes still blank and staring, unblinking.

“Don! What’s the matter? Why did you do that?”

“Had to… obey,” Don slobbered. “Had to obey master….”

Then security arrived, and pushed Don to the ground, zip-tied him. It took four men to move the unresisting muscle-man, but finally they got him to his feet, and walked him out.

Mason watched them cart away his buddy, then he stripped for a quick shower. As the hot water played over his hard, tight muscles the young man felt invigorated. The short fight had left him half-hard, the adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream making him intensely horny as well as well as itching for a fight.

No-one was left in the showers, so he slid his hand around his strong cock and stroked himself. He put one hand on the shower pylon, and leaned forward, pleasuring himself quickly. His shifted his stance, parting his legs, and then bit back a cry as he felt his balls tighten up. He shot his load onto the tile floor, four, five, six shots of thick white jock-juice. The intense orgasm left him gasping and quivering for long seconds, until he recovered. He quickly looked around but there was still nobody to witness his little show. He stepped back into the stinging spray and finished washing up, then turned off the water.

He toweled dry and hand-combed a few drops of gel through his thick damp hair, then ran a hand over his facial stubble. That could wait until tonight, maybe, he thought. Kept him from looking so much like a kid, at least. click here

Mason dressed and then stopped in the gym waiting room to call up the security office on his cell phone. Don had been taken into custody by the police, and his victim was in the hospital for a badly-bruised larynx.

He hung up and walked out into the chill evening air. Leaves rustled across the clipped grass as he made his way towards the dorm towers. Something or someone had done something to Don - he acted literally out of his mind. And what he’d said… it made no sense. But it sounded wrong. And sinister. This wasn’t the first attack of it’s kind. The attackers later claimed no knowledge of what they’d done.

Mason quickened his steps. This sounded like a job for Jockboy.

In his dorm room, Mason locked the door, then slid his costume from it’s hiding spot in his closet. He stripped, then patted a soft neutral-smelling powder over his chest and groin. His uniform was a miracle of modern materials science, something he dubbed ‘neotex’.

The shiny red and black short-sleeved bodysuit slid on, then responded to his body heat - it tightened until it clung to every muscle and curve of his body like paint. It covered the core of his trim and hard-muscled form, the trunks portion tightening until it followed the curves of his perfect ass, dipping into the crack to wedge securely against his flexing hole. He loved the secure feel of his uniform, and this most of all - he gripped the edge of his sink as he felt the tight latex-like material snug up against his anus, almost probing and pressing into his heat. Fuck, that always made him horny as well. Well, wearing his gear did that already, but this was an extra treat, like a slow sensual massage on his most sensitive and erogenous spot.

His cock was securely pressed against his balls, the flowing miracle material conforming to the young man’s cock so securely that it was possible to tell he was circumcised, as it snugged over his plump glans. This was one reason his trunks area was solid black, to hide the embarrassing profile of his man-meat.

Leather boots and gloves, then a belt and leather mask completed Mason’s transformation into Jockboy, the superheroic defender of Frey University. click here

Making sure his mask was in place, Jockboy slid out of his dorm room window into the chill night, the wind brisk against his smooth bare legs. He crouched, then sprang to the rooftop next door, then trotted along the roof’s edge until he had the gym building in sight. Carefully the young athlete stalked through the darkened campus, keeping to the shadows, avoiding the security patrols. His goal was the main security office, to see what he could find out about Dan’s odd behavior. Thankfully he knew their routine.

Right as he arrived, the lone guard on office duty slipped out for some personal time with his girlfriend. Jockboy slipped into the small office and checked the monitors - he found the gym incident, and jumped to earlier in the day. He sat and watched Dan enter earlier, and go to his locker. Something happened there, obscured by Dan’s broad body, but when the camera caught his face again, it was bereft of all expression. He then walked out of the gym and waited for this dude to enter - he then followed him back in and assaulted him.

Jockboy watched the film again, copied it to a thumb drive he then slipped into his utility belt, and left the security offices. Next stop: Dan’s locker.

By this time in the evening, the gym was almost deserted, so Jockboy slipped into the locker room via one of the windows. He went to the locker room, and found someone already at Don’s locker!

“Who are you?” Jockboy said as he clicked on the lights, revealing an older man, mid-thirties at most, well-dressed and cleanly handsome.

“Your master, Jockboy,” the man said and held out what he’d taken from Don’s locker - a large circle, a spiral, a….

Jockboy blinked and tried to reach for the device, but found he couldn’t! All he could do was look at the interplay of rainbow colors. Try as he might, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. He felt odd, and dizzy, then like he was falling.

“You will obey”, said the man. “You are mine. You will obey.”

Jockboy clenched his hands into tight fists, his leather gloves creaking. “I will obey,” he heard himself say softly. “I am yours. I will obey.”

He tried hard to fight the man’s soothing voice, but he felt his will drain away, his desire to resist faltering until it failed. His breathing came easier, then he relaxed. He was obedient. He was a good boy. He shivered with the desire to serve.

“Ahah, the famous Jockboy falls just like the other young fools. Like them, you will be a tool for my revenge.”

The man walked forward, keeping the spiral coin in front of him. Jockboy grimaced as he tried to look away again, but he could not.

“H-how?” the young hero managed to stammer.

“Impressive,” the stranger said. “I can feel your resistance, but I can also feel it crumbling. You will be mine, Jockboy.”

The man reached out and touched Jockboy’s chest, then his stubbled chin. “What a sweet slave you will make.” The man took the coin and put it to his left eye, wearing it like a monocle to free up his hands. He slid his strong hands over Jockboy’s buff and toned chest, smiling all the while.

Jockboy opened his mouth, but the man put a finger in it, then traced the lips with it, then switched to his thumb, caressing Jockboy’s bow-shaped mouth. He slipped his thumb inside the younger man’s mouth, and Jockboy closed his eyes, suckled on it slowly. No, no, he wanted… wanted to punch this dude, but… he couldn’t, all he could do… was suckle…

“Your mind and will are mine, Jockboy, Every time I snap my fingers, you will fall deeper and more completely under my control.” snap snap snap

Jockboy swayed on his feet, mouth still open, aching to suckle the man’s fingers again. His wide blue eyes pleaded with the stranger to be allowed to serve him.

The monocled man reached, drew his fingers over the swell of the masked man’s groin, then teased the college boy’s balls through the sheer skintight material, rolling them in his hand, squeezing them hard until even the super-strong young man in front of him whined in pain.

“You will return to your room and sleep. You will not remember anything about our encounter. You meet me on the rooftop of the library tower tomorrow at midnight to receive further instructions. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master,” Jockboy said, confusion, desire, and new need to serve warring inside him..

snap Jockboy blinked and found himself alone in the dark locker room. Over an hour had passed. What… what had happened? He found Don’s locker empty, no doubt scoured by campus security. Clueless, the young masked man stalked back through the darkness, back to his dorm room. He took off his costume and stretched out naked on his bed. He shivered as he reached and played with his balls. Man, they ached.

Maybe I’ll find out what happened tomorrow, he thought as sleep claimed him.

Next – Jockboy Captured!