Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:50:43 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Jock Boys Can be Bent" by Jay Roberts   Gay authoritarian

+++I will not fulfill my promise of a good hot story if there is even one
boy under 18 years old, so you might as well leave, otherwise you will be
staring at an empty screen...git!



I am going to reveal to you, my special friends, a deep secret and a
special talent I have never revealed to anyone.

First off, howdy, I'm Fred, plain Fred, 32 years old, former college
quarterback, still hunky and strong.  I have strong sexual appetites, but
for me there has to more than just sex.  My target boy has to lose all his
pride, his entire ego and be bent into the shape I want.  The process is
most of the fun.

I manage a sports store, never mind the name.  I choose this to be close to
my jock interests.  The same motive brings high school jocks seeking jobs
to apply here.  They can't bear to be away from basketballs, exercise
equipment, athletic supporters and other sport gear.  It's their
interest...their life.  So kiddies, into my web drift the finest of young
men.  They have to pass me to get the job.

Right now with the busy season coming on, area manager says we need to put
on a new clerk to help me.  Oh yeah! And do I need help.  Let me relate the
whole way this played out.

It's an hour before store opens at ten AM.  The first guy called yesterday
and I told him to come here at this time.  "Yessir," he says.  Thanks a
good sign of a clay-boy who can be molded.  There's a tap-tap on the front
glass door.  My fly is out there, his resume in his big jock hand, his
expression eager to please, just a if I was the coach.  Yeah, I am, but I
coach a different sport, one he will have to learn.

This is an excellent boy.  He's smiley, and has big-eyes, and light brown
hair in waves.  His baby face belies his manly physique, good muscles
stretching baby soft, hairless skin.

"Good morning, Mr. Fred."

I grunt, "You might try sir."

He immediately reddens, realizing that he made a mistake.  "I'm very
sorry...sir."

Ah nice, he is falling into the role I want.  Always keep them off center,
even perplexed.

His name is Randy.  Can you believe it?

Randy is standing there, swaying a bit, not sure of what he should do.  His
eyes are taking in the equipment around the place, finally he croaks, "I'm
on the soccer team."

"Yes I can see you have well developed legs.  How come you wore shorts to
an interview?"  Hah, off center again.

He is really red now, even the V of his chest that shows is red.  Now I
quickly shift gears.  "Sit down Randy, boy.  I have a few questions to ask
you."

He sits, jock style.  You know what that is: legs spread wide to allow room
for his balls to breath.  "How do you feel when your squad wins."

He looks at me in surprise and breaks into a alpha male grin.  "It's great.
I'm all puffed up and glad we did it to the poor bastard losers."

"Oh, you think it helps to demean the other team; it helps you win?"

"Well not exactly, but when you can make 'em into girls, it helps you win."

I charged gears fast, "Are you a virgin?"

He actually jumped at the question and began stuttering.  "Do you have to
know that for the job?"

Very firmly I replied, "Yes I do.  And I have other questions for you that
you may not like, but if you want the job......"

There was a long pause.  "I guess you could say that I haven't had
intercourse yet, but I'm working on it."

"You shithead" I bawled at him.  Here you are a campus hero, handsome and
too scared to insist on your rights as a conquering male.  You are nothing
but a weenie, a little boy."

His head hung down. Shame it the gateway to submission.  There, I said it.
"Was your father hard on you?"

Wow, that question really stirred up a storm of remembrances.  The play of
expressions on his pretty face was something to see.  Finally, he decided
on what he might reveal.  "He was tough, but fair, I think."

"Was it your daddy who insisted that you play soccer while you would rather
sit in the shade and read a book?"

"Yeah I guess so.  He was an ex-marine, used to obedience."

I rose and my hand on the kid's shoulder, and spoke in a gentle, reassuring
voice.  "Did he hit you, son?"

Tear welled up in his eyes, and his full, pink mouth trembling.  He said
"Yes," in a barely audible voice.

"And did the coach treat you like you could be had sexually?  Did he
squeeze your mellow ass, like this, and stroke your tits, like this?"

Randy stood up and started to back away.  I knew that in a minute he would
hightail it out of here and I would lose him.  "Randy!" I almost shouted.
"Never leave without my permission."  He turned back and I could see that
he was quite distraught and his eyes were spilling over and down his boyish
cheeks.

I came over and drew him into my warm arms and pushed his wet face into my
crook of my neck.  I spoke softly into his perfect ears, "Don't worry boy,
I will treat you right and protect you.  You want me to be happy and like
you, don't you?"

He shook his head again my neck.  This was a people pleaser, someone who
wanted everyone to love him.  "Yes....sir."

"Okay then, get down on your knees and put your face in my crouch."

"Wha?"

"Do it!!"

He was destined to obey any strong man.  He was conditioned by his fierce
father and his bossy, and seductive coach.  I was to become the beneficiary
of all that manipulation.  He let out a sigh, a long one, as if he had been
holding his breath for years and sunk down on his knees and put his face in
my crotch and breathed in the smell.

I patted his face, "That's it, you want to be my boy, don't you."  He
nodded, "Then open my fly and take out the prize."

He used both hands to open the zipper and reached and extricated my cock
that was nearing its big size, the foreskin not yet contracted, but the
cherry red, moist and fragrant head was exposed.  "Lick the head, there is
something sweet for a good boy."

He swiped his clean red tongue over the tip.  I had to steel myself no to
moan out loud.  I had conquered him.  The rest was routine.  "Take it into
your mouth and lick it, do it now!"  He was no longer a thinking human, he
was an appliance to please me and he loved his role.  He became avid with
his tongue and lips, moving me deeper into his hot mouth and throat and
suckling and licking like madman.  I felt my orgasm coming on and I steeled
myself not to cum.  I finally took two hands and pushed hard on his
shoulders.  My cock popped out of this mouth and he fell backwards,
sprawled on his haunches.

His mouth was still in the position of sucking.  I was pleased by the
saliva dripping.  He had become a suck pig.  But his expression was one of
questioning.  He couldn't understand why he had his bottle taken from him.
He was in the perfect mind-set for my next move.  "Get undressed and lay on
my desk, on your back, with your legs in the air."

He looked at me with fear.  There was no doubt that he had thought of this
before and now he was facing it, he was terrified, yet his terror was
tempered by his trust in men and his drive to do as I ask.

There was one moment I thought he would just decide that he wouldn't do it,
but then with a look of resignation he began undressing.  I almost laughed
in victory....my team had one the game.

In a few moments his jock beauty was revealed.  I feasted on him.  His
strong chest, hairless and muscled was a delight, especially those large
pink areolas and tits.  His stomach was tight and flat and added to the
impressive display of his generous, pink, cut penis and the perfect balls
that hung below, two firm testicles well outlined.  My eyes swept over the
swell of his rump with, surprisingly, a fine fuzzy crop of blond hair.

He needed help.  His cock was half hard and he had lost that propulsion to
please.  I grabbed his strong shoulder and pressed against his chest and he
sank backwards onto the desk.  I quickly undressed myself.  He stared hotly
at my athletic build and my large prong standing ready for battle.

I lifted his strong legs and put one cute jock ankle at my hip and secured
them with my arms.  He was now revealing his secret place.  The halves of
his pretty ass were muscular and separate.  Between them lay his hairless
asshole.  It had that relaxed look of begging to be fucked.  I know that
look from years of training boys.

I moved forward and put the head of my cock against his ass hole.  "It's
your decision jock-boy.  Are you ready to be fucked?  Do you want Freddie
to make you a happy boy?"

He grunted an animalistic yes and amazingly grabbed his own ass cheeks and
held them apart, the supreme acceptance of domination.  I wasted no time
and put the head in.  When he felt that, his body began to sweat profusely.
I could smell the delicious perfume of body odor.  Sweat dripped into his
ass crack and eased my way.  He was breathing like a bellows, the boy was
both stimulated and terrified.  It was just so delicious.

I took his cherry.  I moved further into his white hot hole, then in and
out quickly, giving his young nut-like prostate at rubbing.  I looked at
him.  His eyes were actually rolling.  I had never seen anything like that.
His mouth was pursed as if to kiss a phantom.  Finally I heard a straggled
voice, "Go faster.  I think I'm going to cum."

I crowed out loud and moved out and then slimmed in, then proceeded to give
the boy and first fucking he would never forget.  I was imprinting myself
on his sexuality and he would be my jock-boy to have whenever I wanted.

He was beginning to gently fuck against my cock, his face screwed into
intensive concentration to achieve his orgasm.  To help, I reached over the
flicked my thumb over his virgin tits, bring them to a hard erection, the
skin around them puckered and hard.  He moaned loudly and fell over the
edge.  I saw his cock, lying across his belly lift up and the head redded
to a deeper shade.  At first a smell spurt was omitted and landed on his
abs and filled his belly button.  Then the second, a might spurt coated his
chin with soccer spooge.  At that moment my eyes closed involuntarily as I
was overtaken with my own ejaculation, warming his chute and causing his
last throes of orgasm.

The smell of sperm filled my small office.  Randy lay, his feet no longer
held so they hung to the floor.  His eyes were closed.  I thought he might
be having that after fuck embarrassment that comes to some lads, but
instead he began to smile.  "That was outstanding...sir.  If I get the job,
I hope we can do that often."

I handed him a towel.  "Yes boy.  Now get dressed.  There will be customers
coming soon."

Randy stayed with me the whole summer, but alas, he had to leave to resume
his school and athletic career.  But never fear, there were always other
boys.  In fact, Randy's last day he came to my partly opened office door to
wave goodbye and heard me say to a big hefty footballer, "Are you a
virgin?"  Randy smiled and gave me a salute.

End

Now you may think that Fred was evil, but there is the ying and yang of it.
For every master, there is a slave.  Fred's genius was that he could read
the boys that he interviewed.