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Jackson stretched as he woke up, the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds and highlighted his lean stomach. It seemed like the sunlight solely existed to shine on that one spot. But the jock knew that if that was the case it would've lit his whole body. Turning his head to the side, he was greeted by his favorite thing: his reflection. He admired himself for a bit, watching the objectively flawless body move a bit as he started to get up. Jackson let his eyes wonder over himself as he stood up, flexing a bit to show off his body to himself.
It was amusing to do that every day but it would've been better for someone else to worship his body like he did. Someone that was devoted to him and would do anything he said. Not just a boyfriend but a living god to be admired and adored.
A smirk came to his lips as he thought of one person perfect for that position: Stiles Stilinski.
Stiles was a gawky nerd that was pathetically obsessed with Jackson's ex girlfriend, Lydia. He had been fixated on her all throughout high school, something Jackson found amusing. Not like Lydia would give the poor guy the time of day, but that obsession could be... redirected, maybe. Jackson could get Stiles to focus on him and become an all-consuming object of Stiles's obsession.
But the question was, how could Jackson get the nerd to become obsessed with him?
It didn't take long for the answer to reveal itself. One day, the jock overheard Stiles complaining about not being muscular enough, thinking that was the problem. So he needed motivation... Jackson was more than willing to help with that.
Since they were already friends on social media, Jackson had no idea why they were since they didn't have anything in common but he wasn't going to argue about that since it made it easier to go with his plan, the jock made a few videos of himself working out. They were simply him propping his phone somewhere while doing some kind of workout shirtless, the camera catching the way his muscles flexed and the way his sweat made his skin shine. He didn't talk directly to the camera, but narrated what he was doing, making sure to highlight how superior he felt. They weren't supposed to do much but make sure Stiles watched and that was it. He knew the nerd was watching when he overheard again Stiles mention something in one of his videos. It was time for Jackson to go to the next phase.
The next few videos continued the theme of him working out but sprinkled in were videos of him post-shower, a towel wrapped around his waist that highlighted his abs and V-line. In those videos, he stares at the camera, running a hand through his hair while posing for the camera. Jackson could tell something was happening with how Stiles would steal glances his way when he changed after lacrosse practice and then quickly look away.
That was when Jackson decided to start conversations with Stiles at school. Nothing longer than a few seconds but enough to throw the nerd off his game for a while. If he was being particularly evil, he'd give the nerd a wink and watch Stiles basically trip over himself.
That was about the time Stiles first DMed the jock, asking for tips on working out. Jackson agreed to help, not by guiding the nerd but showing off his workouts in person. Stiles watched as Jackson lifted weights, listening to the jock motivate himself about how superior he was, how he wanted someone to worship him.
The shift in Stiles's behavior was pretty evident after that. He pretty much stopped talking about Lydia, replying to Jackson's posts more, making his comments longer and filled with his usual frantic energy. The private messages even started to shift, no longer asking for help but complementing Jackson's body, calling it a work of art deserving to be worshipped.
One day, Stiles finally admitted that he wanted to be the one that got to worship Jackson's body, begging for the chance. Jackson smiled at the message, knowing that the nerd was officially hooked. He replied, telling him to come over to his place to see if he was worthy enough to worship the jock's body. Jackson didn't have to wait long for his new toy to rush over, breathlessly knocking on his door. The jock took his time answering the door, wanting the nerd to already know his place in the hierarchy. Opening the door, he saw an over excited Stiles, begging in person to get a chance to show how worthy he was.
Silently, Jackson led Stiles to his bedroom, not caring if the nerd followed or not, but already knew Stiles was only a step behind the whole way. Once inside his room, the jock walked over to his bed and sat down, stripping out of his shirt. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Prove to me that you're worthy," Jackson commanded.
Stiles immediately rushed over, his hands hesitate but focused on what he was doing. He started with Jackson's arms, massaging them and letting his hands roam around. For the first time, the jock was grateful for Stiles's inability to stop talking since the nerd rambled on about everything he touched. Moving down Jackson's body, his ramblings became more excited as he moved around. Over time, Stiles would stop at certain places and not only worship Jackson's body with his hands and words but also his mouth. The jock was loving the attention, especially when Stiles would suck on his nipples, but he wanted more. Standing up, Jackson pulled down his pants and underwear. Stiles let out a moan seeing his God naked, almost cumming just from the sight.
"Not yet," Jackson teased and warned.
Stiles could only nod as he continued to worship his God's body. Once he got to Jackson's dick, he paused, not knowing if he could touch it without cumming prematurely. Seeing that, the jock laid back and spread his legs, exposing his hole.
"I know you fantasized about doing this with Lydia," the mention of her name made Stiles blush since he hadn't thought about her like that in weeks, "but now you can do that to me."
Pausing for only a second, he immediately dove in, licking at Jackson's hole like a starving man. Stiles wasn't the best at it but the jock knew there was going to be a learning curve that needed to be taught. But that could wait until next time, he was just glad that he had the nerd right where he wanted him. But he also didn't want to stop there.
"Strip," he commanded.
Like a well trained dog, Stiles immediately did as commanded. There was another reason Jackson had chosen Stiles as his obedient slave. As the nerd pulled down his pants, Jackson smirked, seeing Stiles's huge cock that was already hard as it popped out from his boxers. The jock practically drooled when he saw it, knowing he was going to be sucking on that for a long time to come. But at that moment he wanted it inside somewhere else.
"Do you think you can fuck me without cumming right away?"
"I...I can try..." Stiles weakly answered.
Jackson smirked. "Let's see if you can." He spread his legs a little wider, loving the little noise Stiles made because of that.
With hesitate steps, Stiles moved forward, his hard and dripping cock leading the way. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to not only fuck someone, but someone he had a crush on. It didn't happen with Lydia but Jackson was more than willing to accept his affection. Lining himself up, he slowly pressed in, not wanting to hurt Jackson. The jock knew he could handle the cock so he wrapped his legs around the hung nerd's ass and pulled him forward. Stiles gasped at the pull forward and the sudden tightness around his virgin cock. He forced himself not to cum, not wanting to disappoint Jackson.
"Good boy," the jock moaned. "Now start moving those hips."
Stiles did as he was told, thrusting slowly at first and speeding up when Jackson wanted him to.
"I don't think I can hold on, Jackson," Stiles said between pants.
"Just a little more," Jackson moaned.
"But..."
"If you don't cum until I tell you, I'll kiss you."
That seemed to do the trick, Stiles closing his eyes to concentrate on not cumming until told. Eventually, Jackson pulled the nerd forward, and kissed him and causing them to cum at the same time. The jock was surprised how good of a kisser Stiles was, knowing he was going to ask later on. When the two separated, Stiles stayed inside Jackson's hole, the two panting.
"You did so good for me," Jackson praised. Stiles smiled, wanting even more praise and was willing to do anything for it.