If the world asks, I am a champion. I am the captain of a successful team. I am an amazing athlete that has his eyes on the prize and never looks away.
But in truth, I am what I am when the world is not watching. I am a man who lives under another man. I am a chained jock who loves his chains.
In all the ways this word can mean it, I am a slave.
I am not the one who leads the team, I am not the one who makes it happen, I’m just one more enslaved jock in the team who serves our Coach.
Our Coach, he’s the one who makes us different. He’s the one who makes us train. He’s the one who makes us champions.
He’s the one who makes us a team.
When our Coach arrived we didn’t know what he was doing, but one by one we fell under his power and we became his slaves, and we all loved it. Nothing feels better than knowing where we belong to, and we all know we belong to our team and to our Coach.
He puts our eyes on the prize, and we don’t look away because we can’t look away. If the world asks, we’re driven by the prize. But when the world is not watching, we’re driven by him and by our need to serve him.
And that’s why we win, to give our prize to him. Because he deserves the best and that’s all we can give him, our very best. The greater we are, the better we are, the more proud we are to surrender all that to him.
His praise, his pride, his words, those are our true prize and our true victory. The moments he smiles at us and tells us how good we are, those feel better than anything in the world… except for one thing.
After the game, when he takes us to the dark, one by one, and makes us go under and unleashes our inner beast and we burst with desire and lust towards each other, when we become a sex mad creature in the showers making love to itself, when he tells us to fuck, and we fuck.
And then… when he fucks us. Words cannot describe the feeling of pure joy, pure bliss and absolute surrender we feel, when we get to serve him as his sex slaves. We serve him with our bodies when we train and play, but that is nothing compared to the moments when we serve him with our bodies in the shower and on his bed.
When he takes one of us and gives us the gift of his cock, and we all writhe in pleasure watching his cock go in one of our bodies, and we feel like we’re one and we’re a team serving him through one of us, and when he cums we feel his orgasm like he’s cumming inside all of us. Because what matters to us is his pleasure, and knowing that one of us gave it to him is enough for all of us. We’re one body and one mind, all bodies and no mind, when he’s fucking us.
That’s why we love him and that’s why we serve him, and those moments are why we stay under his control.
That’s why we train and play, and that’s why we win. All for him. If the world asks, we’re champions.
And when the world is not watching, we’re slaves.
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