jd07201990: There was something going on with the guys at school. One by one, they’d start act
jd07201990: There was something going on with the guys at school. One by one, they’d start acting funny, first it was a sudden shyness, and they’d start to walk funny. Almost the same lumbering gait that the Jocks swaggering down the halls had, but more forced, awkward looking. Then as it progressed, it was like they’d get, irritated. Suddenly aggressive, lashing out. A Desperation in their eyes that no one seemed to understand the cause of. It usually ended with the same guy, entering the Locker Room during one of the teams’ practices, and leaving completely dazed, eyes glazed over, mumbling incoherently while groping themselves. The rumor started after the fourth or fifth incident. Weeks apart, it seemed to only happen to the bookish, quiet guys. One day they’d be normal, then the next, the changes happened. I finally found out what was going on…. When it happened to me. It’s called the Cup. A conversion method the Jocks are using now to recruit the lesser guys to their side. It seems coach, and the school board are desperate for money for the teams, and with some of the budget going to the more “artsy” activities, they found a way to lessen the herd and make sports a priority.They target a nerd, or even just a random non-sport obsessed student, wait for passing period, then one of the jocks walks up casually, not even looking at you. He waits for the halls to fill with people, before slipping his hand into the front of your pants, and installing, “The Cup” It doesn’t matter what kind of clothing you’re wearing at the time, the Cup doesn’t falter, seamlessly attaching itself to your junk, irremovable, sealing away your bits. The instant smell is the dead giveaway. A Reeking, heady scent wafting up, the smell of virile balls and heavy effort. That’s when the Jock who Cupped you walks away as if nothing happened. The shyness comes from not being able to remove the thing, as well as the ever-present smell, and the fact that you lost all access to your cock and balls. It’s a humiliating, embarrassing feeling, trying desperately in a bathroom to remove it, only to have it heat up to uncomfortable levels, or cool down until your bits shrivel in the chill. If you continue to struggle, it starts to vibrate at a maddening low hum that drives you insane with desperate, horny need. The awkward lumbering gait is solely from the hefty bulk of the thing between your legs. Rubbing at your thighs, it forces you to adopt a sort of mock swagger, widened stance, sitting with your legs splayed. And it’s also where the aggression usually kicks in. The Cup keeps you from touching yourself, which, is bad enough in itself. As you’d expect, that doesn’t go over well with hormonal guys. But worse, at this stage, usually a week in, the vibrating hum doesn’t stop, ever. Continuous, maddening, not enough to get you off, just enough to drive you wild, the cup seems tighter at this point, as if its full, more packed than typical. We assumed it was shrinking. It also stays at a constant, dank, warm temperature, causing you to sweat no matter how cold it is. Even an ice-cold shower doesn’t help. This is why the agitated, aggressive behavior is prevalent at this stage. The utter desperation in your eyes comes from the defeat of being driven near insane with horny, desperate need, while having had your cock locked away from you for what feels like an eternity. It’s at this point, sometimes a week, sometimes a few, that we all break and head to the locker room. Instinctually, we know where to go to get release. Making the journey feels like a walk to the electric chair. You start to go over your entire life, wondering why this is happening, until you make it into the double doors, and….. and I can’t really remember what happened. I know Coach and one of a few assorted team captains is there… I think they divvy us up, evenly spread to each team… then the lights, the cup buzzing increases, a chair, and screen…. Coach telling us… about out new life… commitment, drive… sports… play, love, love sports, be a jock… I’m a jock… I think it was only a few minutes, but the last school bell rings, bringing me out of the daze, and Coach slips the cup off. Finally, after weeks of torture… FUCK! What the fuck is up with my junk?! Its… How?! Its fucking massive!!! How can I put this in my pants?! By fucking balls too!!! What the fuck?! But…. Coach hands me a pair of shorts, tells me to wear them, commando, and things just, click. I feel my mind slow as I slip them up my legs, feeling the silky material rub against my massive dong. I head out into the hall, talking to myself, bumping into a few people on my way to my locker. I think I should talk to Kev about trying out for Football… Yeah, I think I should! -- source link