Chapter 1

I remember that I was a jock before Ascension, playing football when I was attending human school. Married the cheerleader as everyone expected. When I was a married man, beers and football game nights with bros are regular events in my garage. After Ascension, I forget almost everything what human me learnt at those schools anymore. Only some fragmented memory of crashing gears, smell of locker room, and trophies I won persists after Ascension. I also forgot technical knowledge about football, such as game rules completely, but the Bodily disposition of tackling, sprinting, snap, blocking, etc are still part of My God Bodily Gestures. Also the memory of past human me having beer and game night become a habit of God Me. Well, though games are playing on My Abode’s recreational hall, and the interior setup are redecorated like a garage. But the main activity is not watching football games anymore. Now it’s My Recruit Ceremony for new jock slaves, My favorite kind of slaves. They resemble Me in so many ways.

It’s a pity that Alpha God Divine Cum insemination can only enslave human males and flush out non-Masculine impurities from their existence, but not bring them into Eternal Carnal Pleasure as God or Demi-God. Not possible even combined with my God Force discharge into their bodies, which I tried, but they only become extremely muscular, ultra aggressive, dominant, horny than ever, apex alpha jocks by human standards. My apex alpha jock slaves are so aggressively brutal that I have to separate them from fag slaves in my stable with fortified walls to prevent jock slaves abusing fags to mass deaths within few hours, just like they do in, uhh what’s that called? Oh, right, high school bullying.

They are my staple fuck holes. Durable, enthusiastic, horny with cocks and muscle to match. When I am not using them, they play football matches, which I watch by clairvoyance often out of habit. Out of curiosity, once I made an Apparition in their huddle discussion during a match, and My Presence halt that match immediately and one huge gangbang orgy on field ensued for weeks. Local newspaper and TV network seemed to cover the incidence as a terrorist hijack for three weeks with eventual release of all the players and sports fans by “attacker.” Well, My Cock did attacked every holes on the field. My Cock is a terrorist.

Slave betas of other Alpha Gods working in local high schools and universities, on their biggest nerves, came to My Feet, complaining that their players have been large scale enslaved by Me so they are running out of regular players, pleading Me to not further recruit new jock slaves and canceling Beer and Game Night Ceremony. I snapped upon hearing the word “canceling.” Before they had the chance to continue on the next sentence, My God’s Fury melted their respective bodies into several human flesh meatballs, and reconstructed into a bunch of fleshlight replicas in an instant. Fuck, Nature is a bitch. God’s Fury, by Nature, obliterate objects. But Alpha God’s every Action without His explicit Intension is defaulted, by Nature, to attain maximized Carnal Pleasure. I did not set any Intension for these meatballs, so Nature reconstructed them by finding the most expedient pathway for this Purpose. Apparently in the situation at that time, the most expedient way to attain maximized Carnal Pleasure was to Exploit these objects using Cock. Out of My great distaste towards these objects’ former forms, I dropped them outside the slave stable. I was told a day after, those objects became hottest commodities among beta slaves. Their remaining sentience were dedicated to find the optimal friction, tightness, suction, temperature, innard textures, and stroke motions for inserted penis, then adjust themselves accordingly to render the most pleasurable jerk off experience one could ever have. I opened a fleshlight factory two months later.

Back to my jocks. These ignorant mortals knew not God’s Plan. I perfected My players. I hyped up their aggressiveness and fondness of male-bonding suitable for competitive team sports. The coach should be grateful to Me that I am generous enough to let them serve Me part-time only, and I offload his job training jocks. Their training under My Dominion is effective and efficient. With no need of sleep in My God Field Zone, they trained more in one day during off shifts in service than what they train three days in mortal track fields. Also in My God Field Zone, their biological function and resilience is automatically enhanced to the level of being able to endure my earthquake inducing Rut, they can lift 20 times the weight in My Abode gym than they do in mortal gyms. I transformed every one of them to the base stats of 7 feet tall, 500 pounds of pure muscle beast. I also transformed their base genital stats to 18 inch cock paired with grapefruit sized balls that can stay hard and cum for at least 72 hours on end before a refractory period kicks in. That is required baseline sex capability to fulfill their life-long minimum duty to serve Alpha God Jordan’s Need to Fuck and Pleasure I engraved in their minds and souls. They will keep growing even stronger, bigger, more muscular, more aggressive (and hornier with obvious gains in their jock bulge) each time they render one shift of service to Me. I also give them total freedom to return to school when I’m not using them, which is already a big favor I bestowed upon, solely to my house jock slaves, not to house fags or beta slaves.

If the coach at nearby university can’t discipline these jocks, he’s not man enough to lead and bring order to the team. They win games after games, fuck defeated teams’ players day after day. Isn’t the goal of building a champion team that always win at matches reached by My jock slave Training? What does “jocks behave inappropriately” mean? Everything Alpha God creates, by Nature, is appropriate.

If the coach dare to come to My Feet to plead like those fleshlights did, I’ll degrade him into a mindless cocksleeve fag, handing it to my jock slaves, let them to rape and beat it to death. My jock slaves deserve a better, manlier coach. I’ll enslave an human alpha male, and train it to be the new coach for my jock slaves