An Obedient Jock - Part 2

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Part 2 of 3

Hands on my head. Legs spread shoulder width apart. Naked. Chin up, ass out. This was it. This was me.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Had I suddenly become the most pathetic person on the planet? What would the guys in school say if they could see me now? Troy Delaware, the arrogant jock. The popular footballer. The tough, straight sports star, standing in his mirror practicing his naked slave pose.

I stood back and instantly became embarrassed by my nudity. What was I doing? I pulled on my boxer briefs and sat down on my bed. This wasn't me at all! It was a mistake. Mr. Evans had somehow convinced me to do something bizarre, and it wouldn't happen again. Ever again. No way.

And then it did happen again.

"Uh... Troy?" My dad said, knocking on my door at five thirty the next morning.

I grunted back.

"Some guy is at the door for you" he explained as I pried my eyes open, "he says you're late for your training?"

I sat bolt upright and glared at my dad in the darkness. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was at the door, and all I could think of doing was running downstairs and punching him. How could he be so stupid by telling my dad about this?

I stumbled down the stairs, pulling my t-shirt on backwards as I tripped my way to the door, and when I yanked it open with a look of fury on my face, Mr. Evans stood there staring back at me.

"You're late" he said and I gawped at him.

"Late!?" I hissed, "late for what?"

"Training" he replied, and held out a steel chain.

"What the fuck is that?" I growled, pulling the door closed behind me so my dad didn't hear anything else, "and why are you at my house?!"

Mr. Evans dropped the chain into my hands and took out a stopwatch. He was dressed in only a t-shirt and a pair of tight shorts.

"We're going for a run" he told me, "now hurry up".

It was happening again. Even though I was furious at the man, his harsh treatment was making me melt inside. I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to slam the door in his face and never see him again, but instead, I stepped back inside and pulled on my trainers.

"You do realise it's five thirty in the morning, right?" I mumbled as I stepped back out into the cold morning air.

"Yes" he replied, taking the chain from my hands, "you were supposed to be ready for five".

"Five?" I scoffed, "you're crazy, man".

His hand exploded from nowhere and as it crashed against my ass I yelped and jumped forward.

"You're forgetting already?" He asked, wrapping the chain around my neck and clasping it at the back.

"What is this?" I spat, rubbing the sting from my butt.

"Your collar".

Mr. Evans jogged from my long drive and somewhat reluctantly, I followed. The chain wasn't tight, but it was heavy enough that I was fully aware of it as I caught up to him.

"I'm not doing this anymore" I said as we ran, "it was a mistake".

He didn't even look at me. He kept his head high and his eyes on the empty country road ahead of us.

"Then turn around and go home" he said simply, and I cocked a brow.

"What?"

"Go home if you don't want to do it".

"But..."

"But what? I'm not here to force you to do this, Troy" he said, "I know that you need to do this".

Mr. Evans sped up, and I raced behind him.

"How do you know?" I asked, the chain bouncing, "how do you know I need to do it?"

"Because you'd have turned around by now if you didn't"

We continued jogging in silence, with only the sound of our shoes smacking against the concrete. I followed Mr. Evans off track, weaving through trees and bushes, until we reached the lake. It had been years since I'd been down here.

"Strip" he said, turning around to me as the morning sun began to peek out from behind the mountains in the distance.

"Excuse me?"

"Strip" he repeated, "and get into position".

I looked around. Sure, the entire area was completely empty, but how could he expect me to strip here?

"No way, man" I said, and felt the sting of his hand on my ass again.

"Sir" he corrected sternly and I gulped, "now strip".

It shouldn't have been turning me on. The idea of being naked outside, so exposed with the possibility of beings seen, should have made my stomach churn, but it didn't. What it did do however, was make my shorts tent.

I took one more glance behind me before quickly shedding my clothes until I stood naked in front of the man once more, with only the steel collar around my neck.

"Get into position" he told me, and I was glad that I'd practiced the pose.

Hands on my head, chin up, ass out, legs, shoulder width apart. Mr. Evans seemed impressed, but he barely showed it.

"When I tell you to strip, you strip" he said, walking behind me, "whenever, wherever, do I make myself clear?"

I gulped again.

"Yes sir".

"My job is to keep you safe and train you. Your job is to trust me".

"Y... Yes sir".

"Leave your clothes and run" he said, pointing out into the distance, "count to one hundred before you stop and turn back. Run as fast as you can".

I gawped once more. I was a fast runner, I'd make it half a mile in that time, and how could I possibly trust this man who I barely knew, not to take my clothes and leave me stranded and naked? I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it! I...

"Run".

I took off. My brain had obviously stopped listening to reason, and appeared to only listen to Mr. Evans now. I scarpered forward, counting in my mind as I ran further and further away from the safety of my clothes.

By the time I reached one hundred, I was afraid to look back. I'd gotten a considerable distance, and I was almost certain that when I turned around, I would realise my error.

Slowly I looked back, and my heart dropped. Mr. Evans was gone, and so were my clothes.

"Oh you fucker!" I spat, and barrelled back.

I felt ridiculous as my cock and balls bounced between my thighs. How had I been so fucking stupid? How would I get back into my house like this? I'd kill that guy! Or I'd try, anyway.

I stopped as I reached the spot where I'd left my clothes. I was breathless and sweaty, and not even remotely turned on by the entire thing anymore. Part of me felt like crying at my own stupidity, until I heard him.

"Nice work, boy" he said, and I turned to find him sitting on a large rock with my clothes folded neatly beside him.

"You scared the shit out of me" I said, relaxing slightly, "I thought you left".

Mr. Evans smiled slightly. He was extremely handsome now that I looked.

"Can I have my clothes back now?"

He looked at them, then at me and shook his head.

"No?"

"No"

I looked around once more. It was getting later, and I knew that plenty of people walked their dogs down here in the morning. As I stood there, I had the disturbing realisation that Mr. Evans was doing exactly that.

"Please?"

"Go on" he nodded.

"Please can I have my clothes?"

He lifted his hand to his ear and I sighed.

"Please can I have my clothes, sir?"

"That's better" he smiled, and slid the pile closer to me.

I dressed quicker than I ever had before and stood before him with the chain still around my neck. Mr. Evans stood up and stepped closer to me.

"Obedience" he whispered, "that is the key".

"The key to what?" I asked, as he strolled around me.

"This".

He was standing behind me now, his hands around my waist. Instinctively, I reached for my shorts, but stopped myself as they slid back down to my knees. He pulled the front of my underwear down, letting my cock and balls hang over the top, and I watched in awe as he slid something that resembled a black cage over my dick.

"W... What is that?" I asked as he closed something around the base, encasing my balls, too.

"Your new life" he breathed, and clicked the cage shut.

Mr. Evans stepped back and admired his work whilst I stared at my new cock in shock.

"W... What if i need to piss?" I asked, and he lifted my package up and showed me the gap.

"And... And what if I need to... You know... Jerk off".

Mr. Evans chuckled to himself and pulled my shorts back up.

"You earn your orgasms now" he told me, "you earn them with good behaviour and obedience".

I couldn't believe my ears. What type of medieval torture was this? How could someone prevent me from jerking off?!

"Don't you have school today?" He asked with a smirk, "better get home and get ready".

"When will you take it off?" I asked nervously, feeling myself swell in the thing already.

Mr. Evans placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"When your training is over" he told me, and whacked my butt, "now run along, boy. And keep the chain on".

I watched as the military man continued his jog into the distance and felt my heart pounding in my chest. I had no idea what was happening to me, but whatever it was, I was beginning to like it.