Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 05:15:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Hoke <sneaker_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: From Jock Hero to slave loser chapter four

*****Authors Note*****

Hey guys here is the next chapter, sorry it took so long to get out. Life
just seemed to get in the way. I hope that you enjoy it and as always
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I am working on a few other projects too, so hopefully I will be updating
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Sean H
*****

Chapter Four

       I dragged my poor jock boy down the hall and headed for the student
parking lot. We had lost a little bit of time, but I felt it was
justifiable. Todd followed behind me, weighed down like a pack mule; I
think he might have been in a state of shock. He had been in such a rush to
get away from Kyle and Rob that he had forgotten to fix his cloth, so he
was hobbling a long trying to keep up with me. As we neared the double
glass doors that led to the parking lot, Todd seemed to refocus on the here
and now. He pulled back on the `rope'.

       "Please Sir; I can't go out there like um this." Todd said,
referring to his current disheveled state.

       "I doubt that anyone would see you, the lot looks totally empty." I
said.

       "Please Sir you can't be serious. I could like you know get um
arrested or something." Todd said in a voice that was trying to hide the
panic. I thought about it and decided that he was correct; technically he
would be facing public exposure.

       "Very well, place the bags down and pull your jeans up. I doubt
anyone will say anything about your chest so your shirt can stay where it
is." I said. "Leave your cock and balls out." I added.

       "But Sir." Todd protested. I pulled the jockstrap out of my back
pocket and knelt down and tapped the top of his left sneaker. Todd picked
up his foot and I slipped the jockstrap on, then I repeated with the other
foot. As he placed his foot back down a small part of my brain told me that
this was how it was supposed to be, and I did long to wrap my lips around
his cock, but I knew that if it happened it would lose the hold I had over
him and I refused to allow the balance of power to shift in his favor. I
quickly pulled the jockstrap up and let it snap into place. It stood out
against the dark wash of his blue jeans, but covered all the important
parts. Granted Todd was still sporting major wood, but it was at least
acceptable now.

       Grasping the `rope' again I said to him. "Stay close to me. The
leash will pull your cock out if you are too far way."

       "Yes Sir." Todd said.

       "I am assuming that you have a car right? I would hate for you to
have to walk home in your current situation." I said, knowing that he did
in fact have one; this was a minor test to see if he would continue to be
honest will me.

       "Yes Sir I do." He responded. Good he passed.

       "Lead the way boy." I commanded. It was kinda humorous to walk to
his car, every noise caused Todd's head to whirl around, petrified that
someone would see him in this humiliating state. However just as I had
predicted the lot was totally empty, the only person in sight was some
skater boy and he was fixed on trying to master his latest trick or
something. We eventually reached his car, a cobalt blue convertible
mustang, a truly gorgeous car. "See boy no one in sight." I said.

       "Yes Sir." Todd replied, he quickly placed the bags in the backseat
and we both climbed in.

       "Put the top down." I commanded, it was truly a perfect September
day, the weather was still warm enough to be running around in shorts or in
the case of Todd, topless but the leaves were just starting to turn so
cooler weather was on the horizon. "Head to your house Toddy boy." I
ordered. Todd grimaced but turned on the car and headed towards his
house. I reached out my left hand and placed it on his jockstrap covered
package. The car swerved as Todd jumped. "Easy boy, focus on the road." I
said, thankful that I had tried this while still in the school parking lot,
cause if not Todd would have probably killed the both of us. I lightly
massaged his package, noting that the pouch was getting damp. Now that I
had thought about it his cock had been steadily leaking since I had gotten
him hard, I also noticed that the jockstrap was very well used. "So this
jock is pretty beat up isn't it boy?" I asked. "Do you have any typical
masculine rituals regarding your athletic supporter or anything?" I asked
conversationally, we had finally got out of the parking lot and Todd seemed
to be able to ignore my hand.

       "Um, was that even English?" Todd asked, I suppressed the desire to
roll my eyes and reworded the question.

       "Like I read somewhere that some jocks believe that if they don't
wash their jocks that is brings good luck? Do you believe that?" I finally
got out; Lord it was hard to speak stupid when it is not your native
tongue.

       "Well um, yeah I guess I do. Most of us guys have a game jock that
we don't wash. And um I have a practice one that I have thought about
washing, but haven't really yet." Todd admitted.

       "So is this the practice or the game jock?" I asked.

       "Um the game jock Sir." Todd said, I continued to work over his
cock; it was steadily leaking precum at this point.

       "So you are filling up your lucky jock with precum." I pointed
out. "Wonder what the rest of the team would think." I pondered.

       "Oh God, they um can't find out." Todd whimpered. I knew that there
was a drug store coming up so I ordered Todd to pull in and park as close
to the door as possible. Then I ordered him to place both hands on the
wheel and not to remove them till I returned. And as a final test I had him
lift his ass off the seat by flexing his arm muscles and I `barrowed' his
wallet. I then ran into the store.

Todd POV

       I relaxed my arms and let my ass hit the seat again. `Damn I can't
believe that bastard Egghead took my wallet.' Does he really think he can
just help himself to my stuff? My dick gave a jerk, man I couldn't remember
the last time I had held off a cum. It felt like my dick was never going to
go down again. Damn him. Why am I doing this, is it really worth all this
humiliation? Sad part is that it is, Dad would kill me if I didn't play
sports and stuff.

       "What the hell could he be doing in there? I have like drinks and
stuff at the house." I said to myself. I heard the `whoosh' of the
automatic door as it opened to let someone come in or out, Egghead had made
me park my car backwards so I was facing the parking lot not the
building. The sound of feet told me that it was someone leaving, and that
reminded me of how ridiculous I looked sitting here like this dressed up
like this. "God I hope no one sees me like this." I muttered.

       "That would be pretty funny wouldn't it Toddy boy," Egghead said. I
hate to say it but I jumped at the sound of his voice. "Eyes forward, keep
those hands on the wheel." He ordered. I kept my eyes forward, but tried to
listen to what he was doing. It sounded like he was stuffing something into
one of the bags. Finally he got back into the car. "Head for home Toddy
boy." Egghead said, I was starting to hate that name, but didn't know what
to do about it.

       "Your home or mine Sir?" I asked.

       "Yours of course." He replied, I put the car in gear and headed
home. As we got out onto the road again, Egghead started to feel up my cock
and balls again. God I had leaked almost clean through my jock, I needed to
cum so badly. The drive to my house was quick and easy, thankfully. I
pulled up and into my usual spot and got out after opening the garage. I
grabbed the bags and headed into the garage, following Egghead. I glanced
back at my car, and Egghead saw me. "What is the hold up?" He asked.

       "Can I put the cover on the car? I don't want anything to mess it
up." I said.

       "Sure, I wouldn't want anything to happen to MY car." Egghead said,
stressing the `my' part. I tried not to groan as I grabbed the car cover
and started to cover the car. "You really hate that don't you? That I can
claim your stuff as my own now." He asked me.  I stood there trying to
figure out how much I wanted to say, and how much trouble I would be in
for. "By all means speak freely; I really do want to hear what you have to
say."

       "Yes Sir, I really do hate this, um well this stuff is mine, like I
know that you own me and whatever, but my stuff should still be like mine."
I said. "Not that it really matters or will change anything. I um guess." I
added.

       "Not really." Egghead said, I finished with the car cover. "Into the
garage boy." He commanded. I quickly trotted over there; he had me stop
near the center of the garage. Egghead was by the door to the house. "Rest
position." He barked at me. "Face the street." He added. I got into place
as soon as I could, facing the street meant that my backside was pointed to
Egghead. I could feel his eyes on me. "Almost right boy but not quite."

       "But Sir, this is exactly how you had me um stand in the school." I
countered.

       "True, but just as you say 'Sir' and 'Boss' there is a difference in
public and private rest position." Egghead explained. I dreaded the
differences but had to know. "What are the differences Sir?" I asked.

       "I am so glad that you asked, the difference is that in private, you
should be naked." He answered. I felt a shutter when he said the word
naked. "Strip now." He commanded. I really had no choice, but with the open
street in front of me I hesitated to obey. "Now what is the problem?"
Egghead's voice growled from right behind me. "Need I remind you that your
will is gone, your only job is to do whatever I want when I want it." He
hissed. "Unless of course you want me to leave? And you can kiss that A you
need good bye."

       "No Sir, please don't go." I begged, god I was turning in to such a
loser.

       "Then get naked now." He commanded. I pulled off my baseball hat. I
grasped my tee shirt and pulled it off, it actually felt better than when
it was bunched up around my shoulders. I kicked off my hot Nike shox. "Put
the sneakers back on after you get the jockstrap and jeans off." He
added. I pulled down the jock and stepped out of it. My hands went to the
belt of my jeans and stopped, I wasn't sure if this humiliation was worth
it. "Hurry up boy; I am not a patient man." Egghead insisted. He then
brought his hand down and slapped my ass. I was stunned that he was so
bold, and also by the force of the smack. I quickly unbuckled the belt and
unbuttoned and pulled down the jeans and stepped out of them. After pulling
on the sneakers I was mostly naked facing the street my house was on. God
what if someone walks by or something? What would my parents say? "Good
boy, next time it shouldn't take so long." Egghead said.

       "Yes Sir." I said. I felt his hand again, this time caressing the
same ass cheek he had just slapped. I so wanted to turn around and punch
him in the face, but I couldn't. He had me over a barrel and he knew it. I
felt his fingers travel up and down my ass crack, I couldn't take it
anymore. "Please sir anything else just not my butt hole." I whimpered.

       "I see that I have to keep reminding you of our deal," Egghead
said. "I will do whatever I want and the only way to stop me is to give up
and lose everything. The choice is yours." He added. As he talked his
fingers dug more into my ass crack. "Besides little boys have butt holes,
men have ass holes, but you are a slave boy and they have pussies." Egghead
continued to poke at my hole. "So let's try this again, what is this?" He
asked. Just then I felt the tip of his finger press against my butt hole I
thought I was going to jump out of my skin.

       "My pussy." I whispered feeling the heat on my face.

       "Louder."

       "My pussy." I barked out.

       "And what do we do with a pussy?" Egghead asked.

       "Um fuck it."

       "Very good, and on the first try. And I will, it is only a matter of
time." Egghead said to me. His ran his hand across my ass as he moved to
stand in front of me again. "Now here is what is going to happen next, you
are going to take me on a tour of your lovely home, not leaving out a
single room. I will have my finger shoved up your tight boy pussy; if it
slips out I will beat your ass with this belt." Egghead added, holding up
my own belt from my jeans. I gulped as he said this, when I am done beating
you, I will put two fingers up there, each time I slip out I will add
another finger if you make it to your room with less than three fingers in
your pussy, I won't fuck you today. "Egghead added." understand all that?
He asked.

       "Yes Sir, more than three fingers and you will fuck my pussy." I
barked out, god how humiliating, this couldn't be happening. Egghead slung
the belt over one arm and stepped behind me again, I tried to relax my
body, but I was just too worried. "Ahhhh." I let out a gasp as something
icy cold invaded my ass.

EJ POV

       As my index finger sunk into Todd's ass, I knew that he was mine. He
was standing on his tip toes trying to keep me out but the cool blob of
lube let me slide in, after a few seconds Todd finally had to put his feet
flat and that just forced my finger even farther into his ass. "Alright boy
let's start the tour, I am tired of seeing the garage." I said, Todd in his
hurry to get this over with, did exactly what I had planned for him to
do. Todd took three large steps and grasped the door knob, and on the
second step my finger slid out of his ass. "Hmm, lost my finger already,
not off to a good start are we toddy boy?" his head dropped and I saw a
shiver run down his spine.

       "I am sorry Sir." Todd mumbled.

       "Alright, time for your first whipping, step back from the door,
keep facing forward, feet shoulder width apart, I want you to place your
hands flat on the ground," I instructed, when Todd was in place he looked
like two sides of a triangle, with his perfect ass up in the air, I slipped
off the belt, folded it in half, grasping the buckle and loose end, I
brought it down full force onto Todd's upturned ass.

       "CRACK!" The sound was louder than I had expected, though the next
sound almost caused me to drop the belt.

       "One sir, may I have another?" Todd barked out, I raised the belt
again and brought it down across the other butt cheek. "Two Sir, may I have
another?" Todd barked out again. I quickly fired off five more hits that
Todd dutifully counted off. I was surprised, I was swinging the belt as
hard as I could, yet he never moved an inch. His hands never twitched, and
he never wavered to count them off at the top of his voice no less. I would
have to find out more about this, was he a marine in another life? But
right now I had pressing things to attend to. I continued to rain down
blows alternating ass cheeks; Todd's rear end was definitely changing from
pale white to rosy pink quickly.

       "Twenty Sir, may I have another one?" Todd shouted. I let the belt
drop and hang loose towards the ground.

       "Stand up." I barked at him. As Todd stood up I stepped closer,
rubbing my hands against his ass. I could feel the heat coming off of
them. Todd flinched slightly but I tried to be a little soothing, after a
moment or two I moved around to his front. As always his dick stuck out, it
was rock hard and almost purple; it was so full of blood. I was slightly
worried about the lack of blood to the brain, but dismissed that after all
this was Todd Stevens I was thinking about, I was more worried that his
cock was going to explode, he was just so hard. As my eyes moved to Todd
face, he was a little red, but there was no sign of any tears or
anything. I was slightly impressed thought I would have to fix that at some
point. He stood ridged like a pole.

       "Where did you learn to take a beating like that? Some previous
master?" I asked.

       "No Sir, I have never had a master before, but that is how my father
has been known to give whippings and that was um what you say or it gets
worse." Todd explained.

       "How often have you gotten whippings from your dad?" I asked.

       He smirked a little bit, "Too often." he answered.

       "When was the last one?"

       "Um, about six months ago." He replied.

       "Tell me about it." I ordered.

       "Oh geeze do I really gotta?" he asked.

       "Or I could go back to beating your ass again." I pointed out.

       "Um, not that please," he whispered. "Okay, my father was pissed
because he told me I couldn't take my car and go out, so I um snuck out and
got caught."

       "What happened then?"

       "Father took me and um bent me over that saw horse over there." Todd
said pointing to a saw horse by the work bench. "Then he really laid into
my ass,"

       "How many times?" I asked, figuring that he had to remember that.

       "Forty-five." Todd answered. "And then some with his bare hand too,
but the worst was what happened after the whipping."

       "What happened?" I asked.

       "Well um while he was whipping me I was acting kinda bratty, so he
told me since I was acting like a little kid, that I would be treated like
one too, he um had some cartoon underwear that he forced me to wear for a
week. I hated it, though not many people saw it." Todd explained.

       "Do you still have the cartoon underwear?" I asked.

       "Yeah Dad won't let me get rid of them. Said that I might need them
again."

       "He might be right." I said with a smile. Todd just sighed. I moved
around him again until I was facing his fine ass again. "Just to show you
that I can be a nice guy, I am only going to stick one finger up your pussy
again. Think of this as your one free shot." I explained as I rammed my
finger up there.

       "Thank you Sir." He said, still standing on his toes as my finger
invaded his ass.

       "Now let's try this again, show me around, I am tired of looking at
the garage." I said. Todd grasped the door knob, as I reached out with my
free hand and closed the garage door. He showed me all around the ground
floor of the house, showing me the kitchen, living room and stuff, finally
ending up in the family room. I gazed up at a family portrait, showing Todd
his parents and his brother. The picture had been taken probably in the
last two or three years I would guess. "How old is your little brother?
What was his name again?" I asked.

       "My brother, his name is Hunter Sir, and he is fifteen." Todd
replied.

       `I can't wait to meet him' I thought to myself.