For most of Duke’s life he was a jock. He was good at it, g..
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 02:19:20 +0000 UTC
For most of Duke’s life he was a jock. He was good at it, good at being a jock but never very bright. Duke got by on his athletic ability and his good looks, and sexy body. In school he was the captain of the wrestling team and even became state champion in his weight class for two years in a row. Upon graduating he got a full ride wrestling scholarship to a big 10 university. In college he became a national champ but barely got by academically. When he wasn’t practicing and training for wrestling he was partying it up at his frat house. With his sexy good looks, dark hair and dark eyes, and his chisel, smooth body he laid every co-Ed he wanted.
Now however he was graduating college and could no longer rely on wrestling. He needed a real job. His coach told him that the CEO of the biggest corporate sponsor of the wrestling team was looking for an assistant. The coach arranged for an interview for his favorite wrestler.
Duke was nervous as he sat in the reception area. His muscular legs were nervously jumping as he fidget with the tight tie around his thick neck. He wore his best suit for the interview. The dress pants were tight around his well developed buttocks and his white button up shirt hugged his muscular pecs. The secretary was stealing looks at the handsome man, while she chewed on her pencil.
“Mr. Rutherford will see you now,” the secretary finally informed him.
“Thank you,” Duke was polite as he stood up and headed to the large double doors to the inner sanctum of the powerful CEO.
The secretary couldn’t resist checking out Duke’s tight ass in the tight suit pants. The CEO’s office was large and elegant with dark paneling and an imposing view of the city through a wall of windows. The older man stood up from his large desk that sat at the far end of the office.
“Uh, Duke, welcome. I have been following your college career for a long time. I have been very impressed by it,” David Rutherford went around the large desk and held out his large hand.
Duke’s grip was strong as he returned the handshake.
“Nice strong grip,” Rutherford laughed. “Have a seat. You want a drink?”
Duke unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down in the leather chair in front of the desk, “no thanks, sir.”
“Nonsense, you are not in college anymore. You are a man now. How about a whiskey straight,” Rutherford slapped him on the shoulder and laughed.
As the older man went to the bar, Duke looked around the luxurious office that was filled with beautiful art and antiques. One thing that stood out for Duke was a pendulum on the desk before him. The pendulum was swinging back and forth, slow and steady.
“Here you go,” Rutherford handed Duke the drink and walked around the desk.
“Thank you, sir,” Duke took the drink and slipped it.
The two men then began the interview. Duke was telling Rutherford about why his experiences as the captain of the wrestling team made him a perfect candidate for the position. However, as Duke talked and answered the older man’s questions, it became harder to concentrate. His focus was being drawn away to the pendulum. He watched the pendulum swing left and right, in a steady pattern. The sound too was oddly relaxing.
Rutherford smiled, “it is relaxing isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Duke responded as he stared at the pendulum.
“Just watch it, open your mind. Just focus on it,” Rutherford whispered.
“Yes, sir,” Duke's voice lowered.
“Breath in and out, in and out,” Rutherford continued.
The drugs in Duke’s drink and the steady rhythm of the pendulum opened the jock’s mind.
“You become deeper and deeper relaxed as your mind becomes open.”
“Yesss, sir,” Duke’s voice was dull.
Mr. Rutherford was pleased how quickly the younger man had gone under. The older man walked around Duke and stood behind him. He then placed his hands on the muscular shoulders, slowly began to massage the thick muscles through the suit jacket. The older man’s touch sent Duke deeper under his control. David slowly eased the jacket off Duke’s shoulders and down his muscular arms. The straight jock made no protest and even helped the man by pulling his arms out of the suit jacket. Once freed of the jacket, Duke’s head fell back against Rutherford.
“Just relax. It feel so good to relax and surrender,” Rutherford whispered as he moved his hands down, feeling the hard muscles under the thin shirt.
“The more you relax, the more submissive you will become,” Rutherford began to unbutton Duke’s.
As he unbuttoned each button of the shirt, he pushed his hands down the younger man’s chest, spreading the shirt open further. Duke’s body was so smooth and hard.
“My touch feels so arousing to you. The more I explore and touch you, the more blissfully aroused and submissive you will become,” Rutherford leaned close and whispered into Duke’s left ear.
Duke moaned as the man’s tongue licked his earlobe, “Yess,”
Rutherford kissed down the left side of Duke’s thick neck as his hands undid the last button of the shirt and he pulled the shirt out of the pants. Rutherford then ran his hands back up the boy’s beautiful body. He began to knead and explore Duke’s flawless pecs, brushing his hands over the boy’s sensitive nipples. Duke was in pure bliss as the man rubbed and stroked his pecs and tits. His cock was bulging, trapped in the tight slacks. All the while, Rutherford continued to kiss and nibble on the thick cords of muscles on the wrestler’s neck, causing Duke to moan.
“You're going to be a very good assistant to me. You will live to obey and serve me,” Rutherford whispered.
“Yes, master,” Duke responded.
Rutherford moved his hands back down the beautiful muscular torso, tracing the cobblestone abs. Running his hands over the deep valleys of the sculpted abs until he reached the younger man’s black pants. He kissed the other side of the wrestler’s neck while his hands undid Duke’s belt. Duke was moaning softly. Rutherford popped the top button of Duke’s pants and eased the zipper down. He then pushed his right hand into the jock’s pants exposing the packed crotch of the white briefs. As he played and groped with the boy’s trapped cock, he moved his left hand up to Duke’s nipples.
“Mmm, feel sooo good,” Duke moaned.
The straight jock boy’s mind was being rewritten. The older man’s hands were sending waves of pleasure he never felt before through his compact, hard body.
Rutherford pulled away. “stand up and take off your pants,” the older man ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Duke stood up.
His powerful legs felt wobbly as he pulled his dress pants down his masculine hips. Duke’s legs were thick and chiseled. His briefs held his impressive boy cock tightly and stretched over the perfectly shaped buttocks. Rutherford touched the round, firm ass through the soft white material causing the mindless straight jock to moan. He then walked around the jock boy. Duke’s cock was clearly visible through the briefs. The older man gripped it, stroking the tube shape outline. He smiled as it throbbed in his hand.
“Good. Now get down on your knees and worship my cock,” Rutherford leaned back on the edge of his desk and undid his belts and pants.
“Yes, sir,” Duke obediently knelt onto his knees.
Duke’s eyes were level with Rutherford’s cock. It was bigger than the jock’s 4” cock, fat and veiny. Duke looked up at the older man with his dark brown eyes.
“Think about all the blow jobs you received and copy the best techniques you enjoyed to please me,” Rutherford ran his hands through Duke’s soft dark hair.
Duke looked back at the cock and opened his mouth. He then wrapped his pouty boy lips around the thick cock. As he took the cock deeper into his mouth he began to gag on it.
Rutherford gripped his hair and pulled Duke off his cock, “relax your throat muscles. Think only about pleasing me.”
The older man pulled Duke back on his cock, and began to guide him on and off it. Duke did as he was told and relaxed his tight throat muscles. When Rutherford pulled his cock from his mouth, Duke licked the fat shaft and head. When the older man pushed back into his mouth, he took it deeper and deeper into his throat each time. The jock was moaning over the cock as his handsome face was fucked. His cock remained rock hard as he became more and more submissive to the old man.
Finally Rutherford pulled all the way out of the boy’s face. Duke looked up in fear of disappointing his new master. Rutherford’s cock was coated in saliva and drool.
“Stand up and bend over the desk,” Rutherford ordered.
Duke did as he was told. He stood and bent face down on the large desk. Rutherford moved behind him and gripped the jock boy’s briefs to pull them down. The wrestler’s ass was beautifully sculpted with thick cords of muscles running up the back of his legs. Rutherford gripped the firm cheeks and spread them, revealing the smooth boypussy. With a smile on his face, Rutherford aimed his cock between the plump cheeks.
“Relax your ass muscles. You will feel only pleasure,” Rutherford instructed.
The older man then pushed into the tight, virgin jock hole. Duke let out a loud moan as he was penetrated for the first time. The wrestler gripped the edge of the desk as his eyes rolled back into his head. Despite being fucked for the first time, the straight jock was feeling only pleasure as he was instructed,
“It feels soo good being my bitch. As I fuck you, you will become my willing slave,” Rutherford grunted as he pulled out and slammed back into the boy’s stretched hole.
“Fffuck, yeah, feel so ffucking good being your bitch,” Duke moaned and pushed his muscle-packed ass backwards.
The older man pounded Duke’s prostate over and over each time harder and deeper. More Rutherford fucked him the more Duke became his obedient slave.
Rutherford pushed all the way into the wrestler’s ass and paused, “cum for me, and be mine.”
“Fffuck, yes, ssirr,” Duke groaned loud.
