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Dumb Jock

tags: hypnosis, nonconsent, noncon, consent play, trigger words, mind control, body control, dumb jock, dark, crying, unwilling, straight-to-gay, gay, male, flamedramon, dumb jock, pet play, mindbreak, permanence, dumb jock, dumb jock, dumb jock

by donedonedone

for justacritic

Note: SoFurry's formatting gets messed up at one point. __When you see "?u?suo? I" it's supposed to be "I consent" but Josh is looking at it upside-down

As I walked home from the gym that day, I heaved a sigh of relief. The late-spring weather was excellent, my chest muscles burned pleasantly, and I had completely forgotten what I was so mad about earlier.

Flamedramons like me work out to relieve stress. It's in our blood. After I pump iron for a few hours the sweat literally steams from my scales, vanishing into the air along with any stressful thoughts. The only problem was that sometimes I needed to remember them.

Was it something my girlfriend said? I wondered. No... She could be a bitch at times, but she'd keep that bitchiness under control while she was in heat. She was probably waiting for me at home, wet and ready for more breeding. Not that she'd come out and say it, of course.

Hmm... So it wasn't her, I thought._ But I was angry, like really,_ really _ angry about something... else. Something I can't... remember..._

I shook my armored head. Why was I trying to remember anything? The whole point of going to the gym was to forget. I walked the rest of the way to my apartment complex, sipping on a protein shake, keeping my head up. I wouldn't be caught dead staring at the ground like some loser.

The first thing I did when I got home was yank off my gauntlets. "Babe, I'm home!" I called, setting my gauntlets aside and shutting the door. "Sure hope someone's gonna make me dinner. You know I can't fuck on an empty stomach!" My matching greaves went next. I set them on the shoe rack next to a pair of brown work boots.

My brow furrowed. Work boots. I stared at them. Those weren't mine, and they certainly weren't my girlfriend's.

Realization slowly dawned. She wouldn't dare...

I stood still and listened carefully. Sure enough, a muffled male voice reached my ears, drifting from our closed bedroom door down the hall. He was laughing.

Rage coursed through my veins. Fuck that fucking whore! She was a dumb bitch at heart, but was the slut really stupid enough to cheat on me in my own apartment?

My head throbbed. Is this really happening? I asked myself. This couldn't be what I was mad about earlier, could it? Whatever the explanation, I was going to beat the shit out of whoever was in my room with my girl, and then she was going to the curb.

I stomped my way down the hall and threw open our bedroom door.

The first thing I noticed was the bed. It was made. What the fuck... where is she? I glanced urgently around our bedroom, gawking at the mostly empty walls and the open surfaces on the bedside stand and dresser. Where's her stuff?! There's no way she cleaned out! The anger in the back of my mind flared. I clutched my helm in pain. "Grff!"

"Oh, hey Josh," someone said. "Make any new friends at the gym today?"

I whirled to see... my roommate. Wait... my roommate? I don't have a roommate. He was sitting at a fancy multi-monitor gaming setup with a headset on. Where...? What?? But I was...

No... I corrected myself. I was roommates with him in college, but college was years ago! I graduated! Seeing my old roommate in my room was like some freakish, far out-of-date school anxiety dream. ...Not that I had those often...

"Wha-- what the fuck are YOU doing here?!" I roared, rage and confusion making my face burn. "Where is that BITCH?? Were you fucking her? And where the FUCK did that computer shit come from!? If you so much as touched her I swear I'm gonna FUCKING MURDER YOU! TELL ME WHERE SHE IS RIGHT NOW OR--!"

"Finité."

My former roommate spoke the word quietly but it echoed in my head, growing louder and louder with every repetition. finité Finité FINITÉ!

My voice! I tried to speak and, although I could make my jaw move, I couldn't get my throat to work! I ran out of breath trying and failing to speak, then gasped heavily. I instinctively tried to grab for my throat, only to discover that my arms were glued in place in front of me, reaching out! All I could do was flex my jaw!

"That's better," my nerdy college roommate said, closing his eyes in unconcern. He basked in the silence. "Now. I'd be happy to chat with you Josh, but first I'm going to ask that you chill out. Can you do that for me, big guy? Chill out."

Chill out.

Chill out. Chill out! Those words! Chill out. The way my former roommate enunciated those syllables was just so interesting! They made me feel so relaxed. Chill out. The words didn't have the same weight when I thought them to myself. It made me wish my roommate would say the words again. _I_was tempted to say them. Chill out.

No. The anger in my head flared. No... something is wrong...

"What... is... happening?" I asked lethargically, lowering my bulky arms to my sides. If I had the power to channel my anger into my arms, I could've ripped my roommate limb-from-limb.

"'What's happening?' You're going to have to be a lot more specific, Josh," my former roommate said from his gaming chair. His tail twitched behind him. "Lots of things are happening in the world all the time. I, for one, happen to be about to play a game with some friends online, and I'd like to get back to that if you're done being an especially dumb jock today."

Dumb jock.

Dumb jock. Dumb_jock_. Dum-b j-ock. Dumb jock! What a special phrase! My sweat-covered muscles tingled with pleasure as I mentally replayed my former roommate saying those words over and over and over and over.

Dumb jock. Dumb jock. Dumb jock! Even more than "chill out", I wanted someone, anyone to say "dumb jock" again!

"GRRAAHH!! NO!" I gripped my helm tightly in my claws. "YOU...! YOU DID SOMETHING TO ME!" I shouted, trying to drown out the turbulence in my mind.

"Again, you're going to have to be more specific," my roommate said impatiently, taking off his headset and setting it aside. "Frankly, I struggle to think of anything I haven't done to you at this point. You're not doing a good job of narrowing down the problem."

I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would shatter. "Where is... my girlfriend?"

For the first time, my former roommate's expression showed something other than indifference. His eyes went wide.

"Your... girlfriend??" he asked incredulously. "HA! HAHAHAHA! Hooo-wow dude. You. A girlfriend! HAHAHA!" He laughed and laughed. I struggled to move over there and murder him. I failed.

"Phew!" he said finally. "It feels so good to have a laugh like that once in a while, don't you agree?" He sniffed and wiped away a tear. "Well, if you're_talking about _'girlfriends' I can guess what that means. I can't believe it's already time for this again! It really snuck up on me."

"Where. Is. My. Girlfriend?" I repeated, frustrated by his rambling but unable to push through my emotional swirl.

"You don't have a girlfriend," my former roommate said. "You haven't had a girlfriend since college, and, if memory serves, you weren't very good to that one back then." He swivelled in his chair absently. "Your treatment of her is one of the many reasons I don't feel bad keeping you out of circulation."

Anger. "Stop lying. I'll kill you!" I threatened through gritted teeth. I managed to move a leaden foot one step forward.

My roommate sighed. "No, it's not a lie, you dumb jock." Pleasure. I stopped in my tracks. He said the phrase! "If we're going to have to do this every year I should really write this part down. Let's see if I remember how it goes."

He sat up straighter, as if about to give a recitation. "If you have a girlfriend, Mr. angry flamedramon," he began, "why don't you tell me about her? What's her favorite food? What does she look like?" He gave a sly grin. "...What's her name?"

I scoffed. "What kind of joke is that? She likes... I mean, she looks like..." ...What? I swore I could visualize her a second ago! Like the afterimage of a camera flash, my mental picture of her faded right in front of me.

"Her name is-- ... I mean my girlfriend's name is--!" Her name is what? It was on the tip of my tongue, so JUST SPIT IT OUT! "Her name is--! What?! HER NAME IS--! NO! WHAT IS HER NAME??"

"YOU!" I roared. "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER HER NAME??"

My college roommate made a placatory gesture, seemingly unintimidated. "Poor flamedramon! I already told you Josh, you can't remember your girlfriend's name because she never. existed. She seems to be something your subconscious invented to help you cope with wanting to be a dumb jock"--I shut my eyes in pleasure--"more than anything you think you want. It'd all be very interesting for a psychological study if you weren't so annoyingly persistent about it."

Dumb jock. Dumb jock. He said the words. "Please..." I huffed. "That phrase..."

"Which phrase?" he said tauntingly. "'Psychological study'? 'Annoyingly persistent'? Oh, no, wait. 'Dumb jock'?"

"Hnngh!" My whole body tingled with pleasure. The words! The way his mouth formed every sound! Dumb jock. Thinking it wasn't enough, I needed to hear him say the words again! "D-don't... Don't s- s- st-"

"S- s- s-? S- what? I thought you were a lizard-dinosaur thing, not a snake! Finité. Quit your babbling, I'll be speaking now."

Beneath his act of indifference, my former roommate's tone acquired an overt edge of malice. "You know, maybe it isn't such a bad thing to have to do this once in a while. Seeing the old you again helps me appreciate how much better you are when you're under. But of course, the fun of leaving you in the dark has to end sometime. We have guests coming over tonight, after all! Don't you remember? You were so excited about them yesterday!

"So, because I'm certain that tiny brain of yours hasn't figured it out yet, I'll spoon-feed the whole, unvarnished truth to you, Josh:

"Quite simply, you are my pet jock. My dumb pet jock. No, I won't say your whole trigger phrase uninterrupted just yet, no matter how much you want it. I need you paying attention, not drooling on the carpet!

"Think waaay back for me, Josh, back to our time in college. Can you do that? How long ago was freshman year now, nine years? It doesn't feel like that long to me.

"Back then, you tormented me for all sorts of things. The clothes I wore, the games I played, the good grades I got. Or maybe you don't remember it that way, and you thought making my freshman year hell was all 'just a joke.' I know you had quite the laugh.

"Anyway, what you should definitely remember is the time you stole my mp3 player. I think you were trying to make fun of me for the 'gay-ass music' I was listening to or something. Luckily for both of us, that wasn't what you found!

"You do remember what happened, right? It wasn't music you stole from me, it was a hypnosis track. I was trying to use it to calm myself from the terror of being your roommate. Alas, it didn't do shit for me! You, on the other hand. You. You went right under hypnosis immediately, as soon as you put in the earbuds!

"At first I thought it was a prank! One minute you were your usual, awful self and the next you were standing stock straight and yet perfectly relaxed. I marvelled at you. You, with your strength and your armor, just standing there, open to suggestion by whoever might pass by! I could walk around you, lead you by the arm, do anything I wanted with you. No matter what I did, you wouldn't do anything but look serene in your empty-headed bliss. No anger, no bullying. It was like you were always meant to be under, and I had only just discovered the truth!"

As I stood there frozen, forced to listen to my former roommate's speech, I experienced an unwelcome flash of recognition. I remembered that day. Remembered being told about the gap in my memory after putting in the earbuds. I remembered being... concerningly relaxed about it, unable to actually feel any distress despite knowing something was very wrong.

"Of course I went into conditioning you with the best intentions," my former roommate continued. "I figured maybe if I could understand what was making you so aggressive I could condition you to be a better jock through hypnosis. You wouldn't even know it was me helping you! The world at large would thank me for my service.

"My first step was to make you calm about going under again. That was easy. Despite your proclamations to the contrary, you were transparently quite sensitive about your grades. All I had to do was plant the idea that hypnosis would help you study and--presto!--you came to believe that you were the one forcing me to put you under! Ha! Can you believe how stupid you were?"

No... No, but I did _ force him to do that!_ I thought, horrified. I needed passing grades to keep my athletic scholarship! How could I have forgotten all of this? I was younger then, but still...

A tingling ran down my frozen spine, to the very tip of my tail. I had asked to be put under hypnosis. My revulsion grew.

"And so the semesters passed," he continued. "You 'made' me stay your roommate, as I recall. There were some hiccups and misfires at first to be sure, but through our hypnosis sessions I came to know you better than anyone. Better than even yourself! There wasn't a single thought in that big old head of yours that you didn't tell me about while you were under. Every idea you ever thought you kept to yourself, you eagerly confessed to me.

"I learned some very interesting things about you that way. How you cheated on tests, what you thought about everyone on campus. Most importantly, you told me your deepest, most hidden desires.

"Those secret desires of yours were fascinating. You seemed to think your hidden inclinations were normal 'intrusive thoughts' and so whenever they crossed your mind you would immediately set them aside. It was obviously repression, of course, anyone could see it. The way I saw it, you wouldn't even willingly think your own thoughts! You wanted me to do the thinking on them for you.

"It was all very coincidental, to say the least. Your forbidden wants aligned very conveniently with my own urges around that time, so much so that to this day I'm a bit concerned I may have unintentionally planted some of them in you while you were under. ...Hm. If your desires didn't originate with you, that might explain why-- Oh, nevermind. It's too late to be worried about that now! Point is, you had them.

"Anyway, after a few years graduation was coming up fast and your grades were still terrible! Just barely scraping by! It turns out that hypnosis can't just make someone smarter, they have to really want it.

"And you didn't! That was the key discovery: you didn't want to be smart! When I figured that out it explained so much. So many years of repeated failures to get you to learn while you were under. So much wasted trial and error. The truth was you liked being dumb, even if you were too dumb to realize it yourself!

"Then I had another realization. Your desire to be dumb explained why you were so succeptible to hypnosis! You wanted to be under, wanted me to think for you, wanted to be a dumb jo-- wait... I won't say it just yet.

"Any time I saw you walking around campus on your own volition, always secretly angry or stressed out about one thing or another, I felt sorry for you. Even though you put on a confident, popular, tough-guy act, I knew the truth that lay beneath. I always imagined how much happier you'd've been if I put you under right there in front of your 'friends' and took you back to the dorm. I missed the hypnotized you. You missed being hypnotized, too, even if you didn't realize it.

"So that's when I came up with my plan. I decided I'd do you a favor and put you under hypnosis permanently!

"It was perfect! You wanted to be under hypnosis all the time and I just so happened to enjoy having my pet flamedramon jock around. In exchange for my help keeping you under, you would be mine forever to do with as I wished. It was a fair trade. Being my pet would be a much better life for you than trying to make a living off that pitiful intelligence of yours! I even asked you what you thought of my plan while you were under. Wouldn't you know it, you were completely in favor! How about that?

"Since you wanted to be my pet jock so badly, I decided that you didn't need to graduate after all. Whew, what a relief! I had you stop going to classes, but let you keep believing whatever made you happiest. It was so cute how you told everyone you were happy with your grades even as you unknowingly flunked out.

"I asked around online to see if anyone else had attempted to keep a pet jock like me. Turns out they had! The friends I made on those hypnosis forums had some really solid advice for how to condition you.

"Trigger words and phrases were a big part of their recommendations, and I gotta say you just ate them up. The triggers rooted in you so deep and so fast, at this point I don't think I could get them out of your head if I tried! Not that you'd ever want me to. You must love having all those little levers and dials in your head for everyone to control you with. All anyone ever has to do is speak a word and you comply.

"I came up with one trigger phrase in particular that you responded to above all others. Can you guess which one it was? Here's a hint: it sounds a little like 'dumb Josh.' I'll admit, I thought it was a fitting trigger for you, and I certainly didn't mind calling you by it.

"With your favorite trigger phrase in mind, I created the perfect hypnosis regimen for you, one that catered to every little thing I knew you secretly wanted. It was a regimen I spent a whole year laying the groundwork for. A short series of phrases intended to keep you under blissful, unthinking hypnosis forever after just one session. The old you would never wake up again. And now, I'm going to use it on you." He swivelled around and started clicking on his computer. "You can chill out while I pull it up, by the way," he added offhandedly.

I unfroze, head ringing with my roommate's voice. Chill out. Having even a hint of his stupid voice in my head was intolerable, and then to have it repeated over and over made me want bang my head on something! Chill out. I didn't... want... to...! Chill out.

"It's not... true," I said with difficulty. "College was... years ago. I have a life. A job. A girl. You're... crazy." I breathed. "Drugged me. Crazy psycho... drugged me." My old, rambling roommate from college, still obsessed with the "tormenting" I did to him years ago, had broken into my apartment and forced a sedative on me! I had to get away, had to call the police!

All the things the psycho said lingered in my head. How he claimed to have invaded my mind the whole time I made him help me study. Stopping my classes. Flunking me out. Plotting to put me under his control forever. None of it was true! I wanted to wipe the floor with that nerdy little bitch for even suggesting that he'd be able to do such things to me. As if controlling me was as simple as training a pet!

At the same time, deep inside... everything my former roommate said about my time in college made a sickening amount of sense. If I thought about it--and I tried desperately not to--I could imagine our college-age hypnosis sessions a little too clearly...

I was in our old dorm, yellow afternoon sunlight shining through the window at a slant. I sat with perfect posture in a fabric-padded wooden chair, my paws on my thighs. I was calm. Directly across from me in an identical chair was my roommate, whose glimmering eyes I stared directly into. In my periphery I could see his mouth moving, forming words, asking me questions that sounded muffled to my ears. Whatever he was saying, I was answering on instinct.

My latest answer made him chuckle. He leaned forward to put a paw on my knee...

My stomach churned as I imagined the texture of his paw pads with excruciating detail. No no NO!

Panicked, I snapped back to the present. I felt sick. I would never have let that fucker touch me like that. What the FUCK had he drugged me with? And when? My protein shake...?

"Aha! Here we are!" the freak announced, pulling up a document. "Your regimen." He blew it up to a large font and displayed it on the central monitor of that inexplicable gaming setup. I read:

What a dumb jock needs:

dumb jock needs to beg.

dumb jock needs to kneel.

dumb jock needs to be used.

dumb jock needs to be cummed on.

dumb jock needs to be stripped.

dumb jock needs to feel violated.

dumb jock needs to be written on.

dumb jock needs to be brain fucked.

dumb jock needs to be totally humiliated.

dumb jock needs to be shown off to other men.

dumb jock needs to be fucked while others watch.

dumb jock needs to have his darkest fantasies exposed.

I couldn't breathe. The rage I felt reading those words was so all-encompassing I wanted to scream. Images and sensations flashed through my mind in quick succession: lavish dinners, skimpy clothing, something in my mouth, the salt of sweat, salt of something else, standing naked, being hard, warmth under my tail, being sore. I wanted to thrash, kick, murder that smirking pervert in the chair he sat with an eternity's worth of bottled up hatred, but my body refused to react. I stood there in the deepest despair imaginable.

And then it stopped. I'd finished reading the list. My rage fell back to that persistent grinding in the back of my skull. I looked away, afraid to read those words again, but somehow even more afraid to hear them spoken aloud.

"I'm curious, do you remember these words, Josh?" my old roommate asked.

"No," I said, staring away, vision blurred by wetness. "Never seen them."

"Hmm," he mumbled. "Well I suppose the fact you're smart enough to read them at all is remarkable, considering how you usually are. Who would ever guess the old you is in there the whole time you're my pet? It's like you're right back as you were just before the very first time I showed you this."

"'The first time'?" I asked. The first time. As in, this had all happened before. I understood what the psycho implied, felt it with every ounce of my being, but I still had to ask what he meant because I shouldn't have understood. I didn't want to understand. What he was about to say should have made me laugh with how ridiculous it was. I should have been able to shake it off. Should have been able to deny it all easily.

"Of course this isn't the first time, Josh!" he exclaimed. "Your first time undergoing this particular hypnosis was senior year. You've been my friendly, strong, obedient pet jock full-time for five years now!" The psycho beamed.

I tried to speak, but my throat was too tight. Five years. It's a lie. IT'S A LIE.

"It's been great being your owner, by the way," the psycho continued, oblivious. "You make such good dumb muscle, and you always go out of your way to please me. Most of my online hypnosis friends have to use restraints or shock collars on their jocks, but I never had to do any of that sort of thing with you! You're my pride and joy. Everyone's always impressed when I show you off to them."

He frowned, noticing my silent horror. "It's almost a little depressing seeing you look so down. You're usually so excited to see me! C'mon, Josh. Who's my big dumb jock?"

Dumb jock. "I... I..." Dumb jock. I'd read the words moments before, but hearing them spoken aloud was so much different! Dumb jock. Dumb jock! Any time I thought I understood what was so special about the way those dumb jock words sounded, my insight slipped away. Dumb jock. My first priority was to keep thinking that stupid dumb jock phrase, all my other dumb jock thoughts had to take place in the background. Dumb jock. Dumb jock. I clutched my head.

"Aww. There, there Josh," the psycho cooed. "We'll fix you up real soon. Get you right back how you belong.

"Yes, it's true, I'm not perfect," he said. "This regimen of trigger words was supposed to put you under permanently like you wanted, but instead it only ever lasts a year! Each year around this date I get to have a little chat with the old you, the chat we're having right now, where I explain your purpose in life to you all over again. Then I put you under once more for another long, wonderful year as my proud, happy pet jock. I could keep time on you, you're that consistent!

"I know it must be devastating for you to hear the hypnosis keeps breaking. I know how badly you want to be under all the time. Believe me, I'm trying my best!

"I hesitate to scare you like this, but the first two times the hypnosis broke you nearly got away. Isn't that terrible? When I caught you there was all that crying and moaning about how you 'weren't a pet' and I 'should let you go' and you 'didn't want this' and yadda yadda yadda.

"You'll be happy to hear I didn't listen to you or your dumb thoughts. If I'd listened we wouldn't be here right now for this beautiful moment. Wouldn't that be awful?"

It's a lie. It's a lie. "No," I eked out, still lethargic. "That's insane. You're insane! I haven't seen you in... years." But I had. Somehow, if I thought about it, I realized I could imagine my roommate in various states of undress, in hundreds of different settings, in thousands of different poses, all with the crystal-clarity of a memory that happened yesterday...

But that was all wrong. I have a life. I have a life! I HAVE A LIFE! "I have a--"

"Yes, you have a life. Yes, I know," my roommate interrupted. "So... if you're so confident everything I've said is a lie, why don't we make a deal?"

At mention of a "deal," the anger in the back of my mind abruptly transitioned to pure terror.

"I promise to leave this apartment and never return if you can do one thing, Josh. It's quite simple, hardly even a challenge at all: just stand there and listen as I read this list aloud. That's it! Just thirteen insignificant lines and I'm gone from your life forever. What do you have to lose?"

EVERYTHING! my panic screamed from the back of my mind. YOU WILL LOSE EVERYTHING! I shut that irrational fear down as best I could. I couldn't accept what that fear implied, so I wouldn't let myself feel it! I couldn't seriously be afraid of stupid words on a stupid computer screen. That would be ridiculous! I looked back at the psycho's monitor but didn't read. They were just a sequence of letters! Just words!

Even if I accepted the "deal" I didn't believe for an instant a psycho like him would keep to his promise to leave me alone, but that wasn't the point. If I just humored him it would buy me precious time to escape!

Still, despite the virtues of accepting the deal, my unreasonable panic rose unabated.

The psycho saw my conflict. "A few moments of your time, that's all I ask! Then you can go back to your girlfriend and your job and your happy little fantasy life and you'll never have to think of little old me again. It's that easy! Certainly a big, strong jock like you can't be afraid of a few little words spoken by a nerd like me, can you? What would that make you, a 'pussy'?

"All you have to do is agree, Josh. So... do we have a deal?"

Terror roiled my mind. NO! NO! NO! I shut my eyes to drown it out. This is your best chance to escape! Act logically! You have a life! He can't take that away! I opened my mouth.

"Deal."

Anguish pounded my skull. It was done. I'd agreed to the stupid, nonsensical "deal" that scared me so irrationally. Now all I had to do was sit and wait for a chance to escape, hopefully before my psycho former roommate discovered his ridiculous "regimen" had no effect on me. Maybe I could play along...

For the time being, he was delighted. "Wonderful! I somehow just knew you'd agree! I suppose it would be absurd for you to be afraid, what when you just know you've been out of school for years and living your own life as a... wait... What did you say you did for a living? Oh, it's not important, let's just get started on my stupid list.

"Ahem. ... 'What a dumb jock needs.'"

Dumb jock! "Hnnn." I moaned. Dumb jock. No! I just had to bear it! Dumb jock. Dumb jock.

"Having fun already, Josh?" the psycho laughed. I followed his gaze down to my crotch.

To my revulsion, I was sporting an erection so rigid that it bulged down one leg of my gym shorts and poked out the bottom. Instinctively I tried to cover up, but my arms stayed disobediently relaxed at my sides.

No... No... Dumb jock. Will it back down. You're not hard. You're not horny. Dumb jock. I needed my erection to go down, but I also needed to hear dumb jock again! Hear it, but don't get hard. Dumb jock. Hear it, don't get hard.

"Just say it!" I yelled. The fucker had stopped to stare at my embarrassment, making me wait. "Get it over with!"

"Tsk tsk, Josh! Being angry with me isn't the right way to get what you want," he taunted. "A dumb jock needs to beg."

Dumb jock! "YES! PLEASE!" I begged. "Please keep going! Please, I just want you to say the words and leave, please!" Dumb jock. "Dumb jock. Dumb jock!" I said the stupid dumb jock words aloud, but it didn't do anything to satisfy my need to hear them! "Dumb jock. I'm saying the stupid words! Dumb jock! Why isn't it working?! Fuck, please dumb jock. Dumb jock..."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Josh, but you can't use trigger phrases on yourself. It doesn't work like that."

"Then KEEP GOING! Fuck, please! Please keep going so this can stop!" Dumb jock. He's going to say the words again, I thought, experiencing an unwanted rush of excitement. It was so terrible, but so good. Could I get my girlfriend to say the words for me when this was over? I doubted it.

"Easy, easy, Josh! Just relax! Seeing you so eager always warms my heart, but eagerness alone is not enough. A dumb jock needs to kneel."

Kneel. Knee-l. Kneel! Dumb jock kneels! It was fascinating the way those words fit together. Dumb jock. Kneel. The words were so interesting I was sorely tempted to feel what it was like to act on them. I could sense how much pleasure I was poised to recieve if only I knelt.

But... no, where did that idea come from? I wasn't "poised" for anything! My cock throbbed in my shorts and leaked down my leg untended. I unsuccessfully willed it to soften by trying to think of something unsexy, but the most unsexy thing that came to mind was the situation I was in. My cock strained harder in its revealing confines even as I thought about being captive to that freak.

"Wow, Josh, you're still standing! It's like you're a person!" The psycho marveled at me from his chair. "I appreciate that you're trying to impress me by resisting, but you don't need to do that right now. No one's around to judge you and we both know what you'd rather be doing."

My psychotic former roommate reached to his waist. As soon as I realized what he was doing I looked to the side. I heard the click and shuffling of a belt being undone, then clothing being dropped on the floor. "Ahh, that's better," he said from outside my view. "Alright dumb jock, come over here. This'll be a better place for you to kneel, anyway."

Dumb jock. Kneel. My feet started moving before I could even turn. I snapped my head forward in alarm and unwillingly saw that the psycho was sitting in his gaming chair with only his shirt on, tail curled behind him. His flaccid dick flopped between his spread legs.

When my disobedient feet finished standing me right in front of him I was torn between glaring daggers and trying to look away. My body presented my tented shorts to him like I was some sick, humiliating gift. In the end, it made me too anxious to look away when such a vulnerable part of me was within the psycho's reach.

"My my, someone's awful hard today," he observed, ignoring my glare and leisurely examining my shame. "I wonder how long it's been since I last let you get off. Our record is something like five months, back when my friend gifted me that custom chastity cage for you. The cage matched your armor, we couldn't not try it! Remember how much of a subby mess you were on month five? You wouldn't leave my side or stop sniffing my clothes..."

I cringed and gasped. My roommate's words and the compression of my shorts forced a phantom sensation into my head. I very clearly imagined having my dick straining and leaking inside a rigid metal prison. It was such a realistic sensation, I could have believed I was caged at that very moment. I tensed my cock to remind myself it wasn't real, suddenly embarrassingly grateful for even my limited freedom.

"...But like I said before," the psycho continued, "I don't like seeing my pet jock sad. As much as you wanted to keep up the chastity for me, I could tell it was driving you up the wall. These days I usually only let you go for a few weeks at a time. Judging by how much you're leaking, I'd say my pet is overdue for some maintenance. I might even let you get off tonight if you're good."

His words sounded like the ramblings of a lunatic, but as he spoke my awareness slowly drifted down to my aching need. I... I thought I had bred my girlfriend so many times in the past week! She was in heat! Somehow my balls still ached, filled to bursting with unspent cum.

"...And remember, a good dumb jock needs to kneel."

Caught off guard, my thoughts spiraled. Dumb jock needs... Dumb jock needs to cum--No, can't cum now, not from this! Needs something else. Dumb jock needs to... needs to...

Kneel.

I knelt, instantly receiving a massive rush of endorphins for doing so. I closed my eyes in bliss. "Hrff!" I snorted in satisfaction. Kneeling was what I'd needed all along! It was so much better than anything else. My cock throbbed.

"Very good, Josh!" the taunting voice said from above me. "Isn't it nice to be back where you've spent so much of the last five years?"

I closed my eyes in an ineffective effort to drown him out. Just focus on the bliss, I thought. I sunk physically lower, every inch of height lost refreshing my pleasure back to that peak. Soon the underside of my jaw bumped into the leather chair seat. I placed my paws beside my head to steady myself. Yes, right there! My tail swayed behind me as I pressed my chin down harder to the chair and breathed raggedly.

"Good boy. Good jock." The psycho was saying something to try and mess with me, but as long as I did what felt good I could mentally escape. I was straight, I had a girlfriend, and my body's pleasure would never steer me wrong. The psycho could come up with whatever absurd interpretation of my actions that he wanted, but that wouldn't make them true.

Paws started pulling at my helm. As touchy as I usually am about my armor, I ignored it. It was just armor, and the pleasure was worth ignoring everything for. I felt only the tiniest sliver of alarm over how practiced the paws were at disconnecting my helm and lifting it off, exposing my hot face scales to the air.

Something warm landed on the bridge of my snout with a slap.

Dumb jock. My thoughts moved like molasses. I revelled in my discovery of a pleasure that could be obtained simply by bending my legs. Kneeling. Slap_._ Warmth on my nose. A scent like a locker room. Don't open your eyes. Slap. Don't look, don't give him that victory. Slap. It can't be what it... feels like...

I opened my eyes to witness a pair of furry balls and cock resting on the bridge of my snout. The cock flexed to attention briefly, rising off of me, then landed back on my nose with a slap.

"GRRR!!" I growled and struggled. I thrashed my tail, tensed my muscles, curled my footpaws, seemingly capable of any movement but the ones that would remove my head or paws from the seat of the psycho's gaming chair. His dick throbbed again and I stared at it in fury, uncomprehending of why I couldn't get it away from between my eyes. Slap. I wanted to pull away, rock to the side, even use my paws to lift his cock off of me. Every idea I had to accomplish that simple task was preempted by my own disobedient body. Slap.

"There, there, Josh," the psycho taunted, his warm dick resting on me. "It must be so hard for you to resist sucking my cock with it so close to your mouth. Resisting that urge is going against your conditioning, I know, but we have to get through your yearly regimen. I'll let you pleasure me of your own volition later, but for now a dumb jock needs to be used. You can just chill out for this part."

Used. Dumb jock. Chill out. Dumb jock. Used.

"That's it, Josh. Chill out. Chill... out..." He patted my head and rubbed my horns as my body's thrashing died down and, finally, fell still. Chill out.

All I could move was my eyes.

"See, it's not so bad!" The psycho used both his paws to lift one of mine. My slack paw raised despite my invisible efforts to pull it away, and when he let go it fell limply back down to the seat. "This is one of my favorite tricks you do for me, Josh. Letting me use you. If you weren't such a heavy flamedramon I'd enjoy having your body to myself more often!"

My heart raced. Used. Even worse than not being able to pull my head away, whatever he did to me left me completely immobile! It was like my body was asleep while I was stuck awake! Trying to move elicited absolutely no response from any of my limbs, which only drew my attention to what I could feel. My legs bent beneath me, my tail flat on the hardwood floor, my chest scales brushing the fabric of my shirt. My cock was hard and leaking but I couldn't even flex it anymore! My paws were on the leather seat, and on my face I could feel his warm excitement dripping down onto me.

The psycho stuck his digits into the sides of my mouth and lifted just an inch, then he backed up to align his shaft with the end of my snout.

"Don't worry, old Josh," he fake comforted, seemingly talking to me for once and not his imagined pet version of me. "I never take very long when I use your mouth like this. It'll be over before you know it." He thrust his dick into my immobile mouth.

My mind lit on fire. I wanted to yell, kick, give any visual indication of how much I didn't want to suck cock, but nothing happened! I could only imagine what it looked like from the outside as my body that could've easily overpowered that scrawny little bitch surrendered itself to him.

"Mmm, that's right," he breathed in satisfaction as he humped slowly forward and back, rubbing his maleness over my tongue. "This mouth belongs to me. I've claimed it many times, just like I've claimed the rest of your body. What's one more time, right? You're just the caretaker of that pristine, hunky flamedramon body you occupy. When I want to use your body--huff--you're meant to get out of my way and let me use it."

He punctuated his rambling by throbbing in my maw, leaking pre down my throat. He wasn't even that big--especially compared to me!--but that just made it even more embarrassing that he was getting away with fucking my mouth. It was a nightmare. I could have been drugged, but I felt so unbearably awake.

As I looked for something I could do, the psycho's expression drew my attention. We made eye contact. He smirked down at me as he thrusted once more into my mouth, clearly trying to make me blink. I wanted to look away, but if I did that I knew he would take that as a sign of submission. Instead I stared, my pride trapping me into looking into the eyes of the male who was defiling my mouth. My rage made me want to explode and tear up the whole apartment, if only I could move at all. Why couldn't I move?!

I had to watch as he made a show of how much pleasure he was getting. He started breathing deeply, mouth open, and his eyes went half-lidded as he looked into mine. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I could see his eyes threatening to close in pleasure, but he resisted. He refused to free me from his stupid fucking staring contest. Keeping my eyes open made it worse, I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to make even the tiniest gesture of willing submission.

The whole time, I clung to the idea that he would stop, or that my body would suddenly wake up and listen to me. Something like this didn't happen. College roommates don't just show up out of nowhere, drug their old roommate, fuck them, and get away with it. He couldn't--

"Gnaahh, fuck Josh, your mouth is so good! That's right, you dumb jock, I own this mouth. Hrrfff!"

Dumb jock. He said the words! I wished for the ability to moan in pleasure so desperately that I let myself imagine my defiler was moaning for me.

"Grrff... Fucking dumb jock... needs to be cummed on! Needs to know who owns him!" His cock throbbed one last time as he yanked his pulsing shaft out of my muzzle.

"Fuuuck~~!" Splurt. A rope of warmth landed on my face with a splat, then another, then another. Painting me with it. Dumb jock. Cummed on! The words made every bit of cum on my scales feel heavenly, like I could sense the pleasure my owner experienced by covering me with it. Claiming me.

"Hahhh~," my owner sighed, coming down from his high, his pleasure-inducing seed soaking my scales. "Goddamn... hahh~... that's a... hah~... that's a good look for you, pet. Hufff~. It never gets old seeing you covered in my cum. Hmmm~." He panted, the last few drops of his seed dripping onto me. To finish off, he held the base of his dick in his paw and wiped the end of his cock on me.

"So," he said, relaxing back, "now that you've been reminded how things stand, how about you show your owner the rest of his prize? Dumb jock needs to be stripped."

I moaned in my haze, too blissed out to understand the words that gave me so much intolerable pleasure. The fact that I could moan at all surprised me. I tried to move my paws to my aching cock but instead they latched onto my waistband and yanked down. Why my paws did that was unknown to me, but it felt right and it made my cock feel good. It was better than touching myself.

Still sitting on the floor, I shimmied out of my shorts and started on my shirt. My mind swam and my cock flexed, finally free to throb in my lap unbent.

"Here, let me help with that, Josh." My owner's deft paws grabbed one of my large, clumsy ones. He guided my claws to slice apart my shirt rather than pull it off. "Can't have you ruining the beautiful mess I made on your face," he said, helping pull off my tattered shirt.

As I looked up at my owner, I realized that referring to my owner as "my owner" was not what I wanted to do. I wasn't supposed to be owned by anyone, but especially not someone I loathed with every fiber of my being!

But my owner's cum is on my face. How can he not be my owner? some part of me asked. I fought against that seemingly inescapable logic, trying to find the flaw I knew had to be there. I didn't want to be my owner's plaything, but his cum was on my face!

"Stand up."

I stood, my pre-soaked cock swaying in front of me. Naturally I wanted to put my paws on it, I just didn't understand why they wouldn't lift from my sides and do that.

I wanted to stop thinking of my owner as my owner. I wanted my owner's cum off my face. But... I already had cum on my face. One way or another, I'd already lost. Hopelessness overwhelmed me. My vision turned blurry.

"Aww, are you crying, Josh?" my owner asked. "You know I don't like seeing my pet cry."

Standing beside me, my owner reached over and laid his paw on my cock. Flinching in horrified shock, I gave a resistant moan that sounded almost like a whimper. I stared. His paw on _my_cock. Why couldn't I stop it? My owner began a slow jerk and it became a challenge to remain standing through the pleasure.

"There, there. See? Your owner takes good care of you." He stroked me again and I gasped. I didn't want to feel pleasure.

My owner kept stroking me. My owner. I wanted to call him a hundred different other names, but the only one my brain allowed was "owner." He was jerking me off against my will and all I could think to call him was "owner."

"Please stop, o-owner," I begged, throbbing my cock once more in his grip. "I don't w-want..."

"Shh, shh, dumb jock." Hngg! "Don't worry about me, I don't mind putting in the effort to give my pet a little pleasure once in a while. You've been very good so far! Very, very good! A dumb jock needs to feel violated, so it's a good thing if you're still a tad reluctant."

Violated. It was the perfect word to describe how I felt, and now the word made me happy. My owner wouldn't even let me describe my violation without subverting the word to make me feel pleasure.

"Gnnaaahhh~," I moaned. My owner ran up my length with one paw, squeezing precum from my dick onto his other paw. Then, still stroking me with one arm, he brought his newly pre-slickened paw around behind me, beneath my tail...

My whole body went rigid as I felt his warm, wet paw against my tailhole. Dumb jock. Violated. My violation at being touched there only made me harder. My balls ached. If I was in any other situation, I would have let myself cum.

"I will admit, sometimes I miss this resistance from you, Josh," my owner said, circling my hole and stroking my unbearably needy dick. "It's like you're a virgin all over again, and you get to feel what I'm like inside you for the first time again and again.

"I know you can hardly wait for me to fuck you proper. Who could blame you? Who wouldn't want to be fucked by someone who's had years of experience learning to push your buttons? I'm an expert on your body, and you don't even remember.

"But let's not do things out of order, now. If my pet wants me to fuck him, there are a few more steps we have to get through first."

The paws pulled away. No! I belatedly tried to will myself to cum from his touch, but all that did was make my cock stand up straighter. No! How had I missed the opportunity to cum like that? Why couldn't I reach my cock? I wanted to cum!

My owner checked his notes. "'Dumb jock needs to be written on.' This one's easy. Let me grab my marker."

Written on. I could already feel the tickling squeak of markers on my body before my owner even uncapped his pen. Had I been written on before? How many times? What did they write on me, and where? Did anyone see me?

"So, what do you want me to write? I think this time I'll let you decide what message to send to the world."

Dumb jock, I thought instinctively. If he writes "dumb jock" on me, someone might read it and say it aloud._A tingling ran down my spine just thinking about it. _But then I'd have "dumb jock" written on me. No... I couldn't...

"I... don't... want this," I eked out, one syllable at a time.

"'I don't want this?' Usually simpler is better but if it's what you want..."

Squeak squeak squeak. I didn't watch as my owner put his marks on my chest. I had to stand there and wait, wishing I could go back to how I was before my owner came on me.

"All done! Want to see it?"

I looked down. From my perspective, scrawled across my pecs in black ink were the letters: ¡?u?suo? I

"I'll admit, I paraphrased what you asked for. I hope you don't mind."

I blinked blearily. The markings on my chest made no sense to me. I looked at them over and over but nothing came to mind. I felt frustrated. I hated when people did things I didn't understand. They didn't have to make everything so complicated all the time!

Maybe it was a test and my owner just wrote gibberish. Maybe it was something other than what I asked for. I couldn't let him know that I didn't understand it.

I grunted and looked away. I didn't need to read it. It was just words and words are stupid anyway.

My owner patted my chest and cupped my balls. "That's my big dumb jock." Haaa~ "You don't need to do any thinking. Thinking is what I'm here for. I do all your thinking for you so you can be big and dumb all the time. Dumb jocks don't have to worry about little details." Hnngh~. "You want to be the most powerful, masculine, dumb jock you can be." He's saying dumb jock so much~...

"I wanted to tell you Josh, the next part is that a dumb jock needs to be brain fucked. I don't want you to be surprised by the brain fucking, because I know how you hate surprises. I'll admit, when I created this part of your regimen, that was before I brain fucked you so hard you created a whole imaginary life just to cope. It's awfully hard to top that in terms of brain fuckery, but I've tried!"

My owner started counting on the digits of his paw that wasn't fondling my balls. "Let's see. In past years I've let you think you've 'escaped' for a while before 'catching' you, I've arranged a fake call with your 'girlfriend' then had her betray you, I've even invited some of your old college friends to 'rescue' you before I let them use you... You name it, I've done it.

"While extravagant mindfuckery is always entertaining, I've become lazier over time. After six years it's difficult to think of new material.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I originally say you've been my pet for 'five years'? I meant seven. Or was it eight? Time sure does fly by, you can never really be sure what year it is anymore! Also, I've been wondering, as you get into your thirties and fourties in my care would it make sense to start calling you a 'dumb himbo' instead of a 'dumb jock'? Or maybe 'dumb DILF.'

"Ohh, speaking of DILFs, did you know an acquaintance of mine asked if she could use you as a sperm donor? I tried to convince her it was a bad idea since your dumb genes didn't really deserve to survive, but she was insistent. And I did owe her a favor.

"Don't worry, I made sure to keep my cock in your muzzle the whole time you bred her. I heard she got pregnant too, not that she nor I would ever let your progeny know their biological father is nothing but a dumb pet of mine. But yes, by a certain definition, you do qualify as a 'dumb DILF'!

"But that's all water under the bridge or whatever. I really am upset I didn't think of anything special to brain fuck you with this year. I promise, I'll do something extra special next year. It'll be our decade anniversary, after all."

My thoughts swam. I wanted to be done thinking about all the things my owner said. He used so many words all the time, it was just exhausting. When I did bother to think about his words they just made me angry, so what was the point? I stood quietly because my balls were being played with, and that was enough to focus on.

I'd pay attention when I had to pay attention, like when he said one of the special phrases that sounded so good. "Brain fuck," for instance. That was an interesting phrase. I liked when he said "brain fuck." I knew he was able to tell how much I liked it because my cock bounced very noticeably every time.

I could almost have shut off my brain... if it wasn't for the teasing. I always hated being teased. Why couldn't he just say the words that made me feel good and not insult me?

"And now we come to my pet's favorite 'least favorite' part," my owner continued. "You never believe me when I say it was your own subconscious that came up with this, not me."

My owner stopped massaging my overfull balls so he could fish in a drawer. He pulled out a red leather collar and handed it to me.

I stared. Inscribed on one side of the collar's golden tag was a phone number, and on the other was etched "DUMB JOCK". Dumb jock.

"Well?" my owner asked. "Are you going to put your favorite collar on, or do I have to remind you that a dumb jock needs to be totally humiliated?"

Totally humiliated. NO! No! That... that couldn't be a special phrase of mine! Totally humiliated_._ It sounded so good! Totally humiliated. I shook with hatred even as my cock throbbed harder.

"W-why, owner?" I begged, on the verge of tears again. "Why would you make me want to be hu-humiliated? That's not who I am! Please, make me want something else instead! Please!"

My owner shook his head ruefully. "I told you, pet, I can't make you want anything. If I could, I would have made you want to be smarter years ago. All of this--the begging, the kneeling, the brain fucking--all of it is about what you want, not me. Your owner is going out of his way to cater to your desires, and you should be grateful!"

"But I don't want to be humil-... made fun of, though!" I protested, scared to use the word I didn't want to like so much.

"Oh, but you do!" my owner gleefully insisted. "You do want to be humiliated, my dumb jock. Completely, utterly, totally humiliated!" He squeezed my twitching balls to accent his use of my favorite words. "And I'll explain why, although I don't expect dumb muscle like you to understand:

"Imagine for a moment that I did everything I already do for you, but I didn't humiliate you. What would I be then? I'd just be the beast who pays for your food, thinks for you, helps you when you're in trouble, and says the special words and phrases that you love so much.

"A sane beast might show some appreciation if I did all that hard work for them, but you would hate it! To you, a 'real male' wouldn't want to be doted on. You would feel guilty and angry being on the receiving end of such pity. Your idiotic pride would get in the way of your pleasure!

"That's why you want to be humiliated. You want me to beat down that pesky shame of yours so it stops getting in your way. It's always been pride that was your problem. Pride is what makes you lash out at anyone who's smarter than you, which is just about everyone. Pride is what tells you to be upset that you enjoy pleasing me. Your pride even prevents you from accepting the truth about your purpose in life.

"So do us both a favor, Josh, and put your pride where it belongs." He squeezed my balls. "Put it into being my pet jock. Let yourself be totally humiliated. Imagine how much happier you'll be defining your self-worth on pleasing me, rather than on some complicated 'life fulfillment' bullshit you never really believed in anyway!

"You can start by putting on your collar, dumb jock. We're not getting any younger here. The sooner you're totally humiliated, the sooner you can go under for another year."

Totally humiliated. To tal ly hu mil i a ted.

My head hurt. Did he... Did he have a point? If I let my owner humiliate me, I could react as happily as I wanted to when he said my words. Maybe I could let myself be humiliated, just a little...

NO! I snapped back. A sudden rush of lucidity overtook me. If I gave up my pride, I wouldn't be "me" anymore! I couldn't let him say the words again.

I could finally feel the triggers in my skull, embedded in my brain, ready to be activated on a moment's notice by anyone but me. If he used them again, I might never be able to fight back! I had to find a way to get them out! Had to--

"Dumb jock needs to be totally humiliated."

--had to put my collar on! Had to be a dumb jock! My neck itched from how naked it felt. I lifted the red strap up and wrapped it around my throat.

It felt so good! I did the belt loop with practiced ease, then let go. Totally humiliated. I was wearing my collar! I could walk around with it on and everyone would see I was a pet. Just a pet.

My cock throbbed in front of me as I put my arms back to my sides. Suddenly I was happy to be rock hard and leaking. My own dick humiliated me. It made sure no one would think I had any shame. Without shame, I could enjoy whatever I wanted. I could even enjoy being totally humiliated. The thought made me painfully erect.

"Good boy!" my owner praised. "Good dumb jock!"

"Hrfff!" I shivered from head to tail. "T-Thank you, s-sir..."

Did I really just thank_ him?_ I did. It felt natural. I wanted to be humiliated, but something was still holding me back. The process wasn't complete.

"No need to thank me, pet!" my owner replied casually, tapping at his keyboard. "I don't expect you to act like a garden-variety submissive. Jocks like you are allowed to be confident and strong and masculine."

Confident. My chest swelled. I did like being certain that everything I did was right._ Strong._ I lifted my muscled arms. I had the kind of power I liked most: physical strength. Masculine. I was exactly the kind of male I wanted to be. A dumb jock.

Experimentally, put one of my arms to the side and flexed. I loved being confident and strong and masculine.

"Very good, Josh! Keep going!"

I flexed my other arm, then I flexed them both at the same time. Who could possibly resist a body like mine? I started a whole show-off routine while my cock bobbed and dripped in front of me. All my poses felt so natural. Arms, chest, abs, legs. I couldn't see my back muscles, but I knew they looked good. I even lifted my tail to show off my hard-earned glutes. I went on and on, losing track of the seconds and minutes.

"Just like that! Keep this up and you'll be my thoughtless pet again in no time!"

I faltered a moment, tail lowering slightly. What did he say? Thoughtless pet? I liked my body, but what was I doing?

Facing away and tail raised, I looked over my shoulder at my owner. His cock had hardened in his lap. That cock had cum on me, defiled me, made me his. I had to put effort into looking away from it and up at his smirking face.

Something over his shoulder caught my eye. An image of me on his computer screen. I moved slightly, then the image moved.

My eyes widened.

"You didn't think I could keep such a wonderful display of yours private, did you, Josh?" As my owner spoke, I noticed the red LIVE indicator and a climbing three-digit viewcount. "Your followers _love_when I let you go live. They've seen so much of you, and so many times, but somehow they never get bored! It's a good thing, too, because a dumb jock needs to be shown off to other men."

Shown off. Yes, that was what I was doing! I was showing myself off! I raised my tail all the way up so my owner and the webcam could see. Every bit of me had to be shown off. I couldn't tolerate having any secrets.

I turned to the side so my cock could be viewed at an angle. The camera captured how much I was dripping. I smirked with confidence, then started slowly thrusting into the air. Anyone watching could imagine being serviced by this dumb jock's dick. I didn't even want to stroke myself anymore, for that would obscure their view.

"Good! Good! Now, turn this way, Josh! I want everyone to see what you have written on your chest, and my cum on your face!"

I turned obediently, proudly showing off the unreadable "¡?u?suo? I letters on my chest. Maybe they'd make sense from the viewer's perspective. I didn't need to worry about that.

While I kept flexing, my owner stood from his chair, took off his shirt, and walked behind me. It was a little surprising to see how much shorter he was than me. He radiated so much power for his size.

"Bend over," he commanded.

My hips obeyed before my conscious mind could even process the words. Surprised by how readily my body responded to him, I turned my head to see what my owner was doing behind me.

"Ah ah, don't turn around, Josh. I need you looking forward. Your followers want to see your face."

I turned ahead and stared directly into the webcam. I kept on my confident expression, but inside I was nervous. My owner lifted my tail out of his way and pressed down on my hips to guide me lower. My cock dripped beneath me, bouncing between my legs. What was he--

Something prodded my tailhole.

My bliss instantly shattered. No... NO! My owner's cock circled my tailhole teasingly, making me clench. I grimaced with fear. I tried to pull away, but it seemed my facial expression was the only thing I could control! My body was frozen and completely defenseless.

What had I been thinking for the past ten minutes? No no no I had already done so much! Everyone had seen! Prod. Ahh!! I shut my eyes tight and clenched my hole as hard as I could.

"Eyes open, pet. Let them see the real you."

My eyes opened and fixed themselves on the camera lens. Thousands were watching, seeing right into my eyes. I tried to control my expression, but an even harder prod from my owner made me bare my teeth. I wanted to look away. I couldn't be seen like that!

"It's already too late, Josh," my owner said in low tones as I struggled. "They've already seen all of you. Nothing of you is private. You aren't private. You like having triggers in your head because you don't like belonging to yourself. You want others to have more access to yourself than you do.

"Give yourself up completely. Let them see what's theirs."

"Hnngh!" My facial muscles spasmed and my cock jumped beneath me. I... I was already humiliated. My body already belonged to others, but my thoughts were still my own. I still had a girlfriend, a life, and hopes for the future. I liked women. I hated the feeling of my owner's warm cock pressing under my tail. I wouldn't like it. I couldn't!

My owner pressed harder. My eyes stayed open. Every viewer got to see my reaction as my owner's cock tip slid inside of me.

My breath caught. Having my owner inside me felt good.

"Hhnn~" I moaned as his warm firmness worked its way further inside my clenching hole. I never imagined having something in my tailhole would feel so amazing. Like I was made for it...

My eyelids drooped with pleasure but wouldn't close. I breathed erratically, my own cock threatening to shoot every time I clenched my hole around my owner's physical presence inside me. If I gave in even the tiniest bit more, I knew I would cum. But... I was supposed to hate it!

I wouldn't let myself cum on camera. Not from being fucked in the ass. I gave up on my face, letting it display whatever it wanted, while I focused on holding back my orgasm. The effort made me want to clench, but doing so only made me squeeze tighter around my owner's shaft. I heard him huff in appreciation. I couldn't tense, but I also couldn't relax without cumming...

"That's right, Josh. I'm inside you, and you can't do anything about it." He slid a fraction deeper, pressing pleasure buttons I didn't know I had. He hit a particularly good spot and my inner walls spasmed uncontrollably. "All you can do is take it. Use this as an opportunity to show the world how much you love it. Let them see the real you..."

They were seeing the truth on my face. Everyone got to see what I looked like while I took a cock. I could feel them peering into my mind and seeing everything.

"...Because a dumb jock needs to be fucked while others watch." My owner's hips connected with mine. My walls spasmed uncontrollably around every inch of his pleasure-giving shaft.

"HNNGAHH!!!"

Hot, milky flamedramon seed poured from my cock and onto the floor. It was like my owner's cock had opened a valve within me, and I couldn't close it. He made me cum. My body thrummed with pleasure. There would be no doubt for anyone watching. That dumb jock flamedramon came hands-free, just from words and being fucked. They knew what I looked like while I came.

Splurt. Splurt. It felt like the most I'd ever cum in my life, but suddenly I knew that wasn't even true. Memories flooded back to me. Nutting from a toy buzzing under my tail. Getting teased until my body wouldn't let me hold back anymore. Being so pent up I came on command. All of those memories made the orgasm I was experiencing feel like a matter of course. It was just one orgasm of hundreds that my owner had forced from me with ease.

"Good, Josh. Good. Remember to show off your collar while you cum like a good boy."

I lifted my chin to display my neck. My cock pulsed out another gush of cum beneath me in full view of the camera. I gasped and clenched, letting my owner's warm rod push out a seemingly endless supply of my cum from my balls. "Hnnngh~"

"That's a pretty decent load for you, Josh. I must've let you go longer than I thought! Not that you'd ever complain.~

"You don't have anything left to worry about. No troublesome pride or privacy. Let yourself be a dumb jock once again. Maybe this time, it'll stick forever."

Forever.

I am a dumb jock, my own brain thought for me. I like getting fucked while others watch. I like getting cummed on and brain fucked and used. I will beg, kneel, and strip whenever asked. It's only natural that others want to violate me and write on me; I look best when I'm shown off and totally humiliated.

All I need to do is be confident, strong, and masculine. That's all I ever wanted to do. I'm so lucky to have an owner who lets me do all the things I want.

I could move again. I looked at the webcam feed to catch a glimpse of my owner balls-deep inside me. I clenched and got to see and feel his reaction. My slightly softened cock dripped.

"Good dumb jock," my owner said, giving me a pat on the lower back. "Happy to have you back, Josh."

I experienced a rush of pleasure when my owner said my favorite words. Dumb jock. I turned back towards the camera and looked directly into the lens. Then I started fucking myself on my owner's cock.

"Hff. Good dumb jock..."

Dumb jock. The best thing to be. I showed off my confidence by keeping my eyes trained on the webcam as I pleasured my owner. In and out he went from my experienced hole. It felt so good making everyone happy using my body, especially the one who had made me into what I was.

Only the tiniest sliver of doubt remained. Could I really let everyone know how much I wanted this? How much I wanted to be a dumb jock?

My owner started to speak, voice stained with pleasure. "A dumb jock--hff stop clenching so hard! Let me say your last phrase! A dumb jock... needs to have his darkest fantasies exposed."

I welcomed my owner's words. I could feel them flip a switch in my head that I couldn't reach myself. Yes... My eyes crossed with pleasure as my mind started rewiring itself. I was going to be a dumb jock for another whole year of my life...

Slap. Slap. Slap. I had stopped thrusting back, so my owner pounded my ass in front of the camera for me. My thoughts unwound. Exposed. It was the perfect word. I needed everything about me to be exposed, and my owner had carefully conditioned me to know exactly what to do.

I let my thoughts drip away, one at a time, starting with the idea that I graduated. A dumb jock like me wasn't smart enough for that. I let the thought slide away.

Drip. My balls twitched, feeling full again despite having just cum.

Memories of my girlfriend were next. There was no way she'd want me anymore after seeing a video of how much I loved my owner. More importantly, I couldn't imagine wanting to go back to her. My owner's words made servicing males like him a thousand times more pleasurable than anything she could offer. She couldn't even cum on me. It would be best if she didn't exist after all.

Drip. My balls ached. I clenched happily around my owner's thrusting shaft to distract myself from my need. The process continued.

My hopes for the future. My life. I found myself disinterested. Everything I had ever wanted was because the world had told me to want it. A house with a pool, an expensive car, a hot wife. All of it was just decoration to make me look good compared to others. Now I was to be a decoration for someone else, as I was meant to be.

Drip. "Haah~!" I moaned. I could have cum from the pressure in my overfilled balls alone, but my body held back. I was conditioned to wait as the last few thoughts that made up the old me sloshed away. As they did, it became easier and easier to truly be a dumb jock.

"Dude, fuck me~," I breathed. Fuck, I loved having my owner under my tail while I was exposed for the camera. Drip. A few more errant fears of mine dripped away.

"Hff. Louder, Josh," my owner huffed, thrusting vigorously into my hole in encouragement.

"Hnnn~ I said, fuck me, dude!" I repeated louder for the camera. I had to be confident. Everyone had to know the truth about what I wanted.

Slap. Slap. Slap. "Hff you're clenching so hard, Josh. Does my pet want me to cum?" On the webcam feed, my owner closed his eyes in concentration.

"Yes, dude! Fuck. Fill my ass!" Everyone needed to see how big of a cock slut I was.

My owner growled. "And what are you?" Slap. Slap. Slap.

Drip. "I'm a dumb jock!" I shouted through the unbearable pleasure. "Fuck me, I'm just a dumb jock!"

My owner's pounding sped up even more and I gasped. I couldn't not react for the camera as his shaft pistoned in and out of my hole. He was smaller than me, but I was completely under his thumb. My balls ached. He controlled my orgasm, so he controlled everything about me.

Finally, it was time. My owner's thrusting reached a peak just as the last of my pent-up anger dripped away. All my former rage was relegated to my balls. I just had to let it out.

"Grfff...!" my owner growled possessively. "My!" Slap. "Dumb!" Slap. "Jock!" SLAP. My owner hilted inside of me, ramming his cock into the most pleasurable part of my insides. My mind blanked as he throbbed inside me, until finally, "Hrrfff~," he moaned, coating my insides with the first splash of his seed.

Dumb jock. At my owner's cue, my conditioning decided it was time for me to cum, too. Fluid rushed up my cock, preparing to seal my fate with my cum. There wasn't anything of my old self left to care.

My pent-up cum exploded from my untouched cock. "Hnngaahh~!!" Splurt. Splurt. My maleness bounced with my pulse beneath me, spraying my second load all over the floor and taking my old, angry self with it. Everything I once was had become nothing but cum on the floor for everyone to see. Completely exposed.

My owner growled as he bred my hole, pushing as hard as he could into me. His cum filled me up as my own seed emptied out. It was like he was replacing what was inside me with something better. Something of him.

Despite my strength, my arms would have given out in quaking pleasure if not for my conditioning holding me up. My cock needed to stay in view of the camera as I got off, it was the only way I could cum. I let the conditioning completely take me over while I fixated on forcing out all my useless seed. Spurt. Spurt.

On the webcam feed, I caught a glimpse of my owner's triumphant expression as he pumped the last of his cum into me. The image seared itself into my mind, so even when I looked away I could see his victorious smirk. I came some more to the thought of how much he'd won.

Eventually my own flow of cum slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. My cock kept bouncing beneath me, shooting blanks. My owner's victory made me want to keep cumming for him despite being completely empty. I felt so free.

My owner snorted, untensing. "And that is that," he sighed. His shoulders relaxed. "Now let's show this ass off for the camera." He grimaced in sensitivity as he pulled out.

I clenched my empty-feeling hole and did as instructed, spinning on all fours until my dripping, claimed tailhole was on display for the world. I had cum multiple times just from having my hole filled. I wanted my viewers to imagine filling my hole themselves. They should know I would enjoy it.

My owner patted my raised tail. "Another year, another successful session for my dumb jock." My cock throbbed out another phantom load as I watched him over my shoulder. It was taking so long for me to come down from my high. Maybe he had stuck me that way, permanently elevated on a cloud of pleasure.

Content with my display, my owner stepped over to the computer and stopped the stream. I remained relaxed in my exposed position, wearing nothing but my collar. My eyes drooped, mind blissfully empty.

"So, Josh," my owner said, leaning on his gaming table, "you did it. You listened to me say all the words on my stupid list. I guess that means it's time for me to go, doesn't it?"

I perked up from my afterglow. "What?" I asked in alarm. Time to go?

My owner frowned. "Oh, it's just... I promised I'd leave if you listened to me say my stupid words. You did listen, so now I'll leave your life forever like you asked. Such a shame..." He started walking towards the door in resignation.

I scrambled bolt-upright. "No!" I strode over and bent down to wrap my arms around him from behind. Feeling nervous he might somehow get away if he was left on the ground, I stood back up, lifting him into the air.

My owner flopped in defeat in my arms. "It's ok, Josh," he said in an unchanged tone of resignation. "You won. You don't have to keep me around."

His words filled me with anxiety. "No, dude! You can't leave! We... We have guests tonight!" I reminded him. "You've gotta stay for that."

My owner tilted his head up to look at me. He looked so sad! "You mean it, Josh? After all I did to you, you want me to stay after all?"

My tail twitched in urgency. My owner's cum was still dripping from my hole. It would be terrible if he never used me again! I had to make him happy.

"Of course, dude!" I assured him. "When have I ever not wanted you around?" I craned my neck down to give my owner a lick on the muzzle. "I'm your dumb jock, remember?"

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