DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of fiction detailing sex between members of the male gender very explicitly. if you are underage or it is illegal for you to read such scenes in your region, leave now. stay safe.
JOCKSTRAP-CHALLENGES
how did I get into the biggest, most humiliating mess ever you ask? well, i, the wimpiest freshman twink in high school, had been caught by Joshua the senior quarterback, as I sniffed his jock strap after practice. what can I say, I thought I was the only one nearby.
I expected him to kill me right there but he only smiled, saying "I knew you were a fag."
then he simply left.
I almost thought that was it. but the next morning on my way to school... well, I don't know what happened exactly. I only remember the faint smell of chloroform.
when I woke up groggy it was because someone slapped my face hard - repeatedly. I mumbled something inaudible and the slapping stopped. my eyes were blindfolded, but I felt someone holding me upright, my arms twisted behind my back. my feet were spread apart, touching gravel. I was naked. my heart raced.
Joshua's voice came from a few feet away. "I think he's up, guys."
his steps approached me. he spoke loudly into my ear. "you hear me fag? if you're awake say yes sir."
"yes sir." I whimpered, my voice weak and creaky.
"listen up fag, we spent the whole morning setting up a little challenge for you. since you're so in lust with the smell of my sweaty cock I'm sure you wanna be a good player and complete the game. if you make it, you get a reward. if not, well, you fucking die out here."
whoever held me up, pushed me to me knees onto the sandy ground. my head was pushed to the ground as well - by someone's boot. metal touched my wrists - handcuffs. I was being handcuffed.
furthermore I could feel a thick metal collar around my neck. despite the panic and disorientation my dick grew to a semi hard-on in no time. the blindfold came off, but I couldn't look up, the boot still pressed against my neck.
"that's it fag. count to one hundred before you move. if you don't do as I say, we'll know."
Joshua and the other guys walked away. I was scared out of my mind, so instead of counting I just laid there in the dirt, the sun burning on my back. I heard a car driving off in the distance and rose to my knees.
around me was your typical american desert, with sand, stones, shrubs and the occasional cactus, offering a faint semblance of shade.
as the realization of what had happened kicked in, my dick grew fully hard. after shifting in the dirt uncomfortably for a while I deemed it safe to stand up, figuring a hundred seconds had passed.
I rose to my feet, dick pointing skyward. there was a piece of cardboard leaned against a shrub, a mirror next to that. looking in the mirror I could see my slightly dusty self and my hard-on. I was indeed wearing handcuffs, tieing my hands behind my back. a small gps-tracker was attached to the collar.
the cardboard said:
hey fag! welcome to the jockstrap-challenges! make it out alive. or not. just kidding, it's really easy. simply follow the instructions. task one: go to the east. hint: the sun is exactly in the west right now
that sounded simple enough. actually, the general idea of these challenge was quite exciting to me - especially to my dick. i was determined to get my reward.
the sun being in the west would mean it was already afternoon. which in turn meant I missed classes today. I was a straight A student, I figured it would barely matter.
I started my journey, already thirsty with the burning sun only worsening my predicament.
it could only have been ten minutes of slow walking with the sun in the back, making my way barefoot over sand and gravel until I came to shelter - a few plates of corrugated iron stacked together. it was even hotter on the inside but there was another cardboard piece next to a small safe.
hey fag! you must be thirsty. there's a refreshment in the safe. the pin is on the back of your neck. good luck.
there was a hand mirror on the floor. if I went on my knees and bent backwards I could grab it. so I had to walk back to the first mirror.
ten minutes later I was back at my starting point, sweat flowing off me in streams. I was still semi-hard. being abused and observed by Joshua and his friends was a fantasy of mine. I just didn't exactly imagine this scenario.
briefly I considered the broader consequences of my situation. with my family away at the moment, my absence would likely go unnoticed for a while, putting me completely at the mercy of these cruel jocks.
leaning the hand mirror on a stone, I knelt down with the big mirror behind me. I shifted around on the sand until I could see the numbers 69-69-69 on my neck. the sweat had washed them away just a bit but luckily for me they were still visible.
this time I went back a bit faster, jogging as well as I could with me hands bound behind my back.
the thirst was overwhelming. I smashed my nose against the relevant keys on the safe and it opened. I found two big bottles of mountain dew. taking a bottle between my sweaty, slippery legs and opening it with my teeth was hard but not impossible. I gulped the liquid down quickly.
it wasn't mountain dew. it was piss.
but I didn't stop.
for one thing I was too dehydrated to be picky. but on the other hand the idea of drinking Joshua's piss gave me a new hard-on. after two bottles of piss (which tastes great if you're as thirsty as I was) I looked back into the safe, feeling much better.
there was another piece of cardboard. I grabbed it with my teeth and dragged it outside into the light.
hey fag! hope you enjoy the drink. I'm sure it's just what a cocksucker like you loves. second task: go back to the start and go face down. we'll be right there.
the sun was low enough now to shine directly into my face as I walked back. me semi hard dick leaked a drop of precum in anticipation. would I get my reward now? had I passed?
after going face down in front of the first mirror I didn't have to wait long until foot steps approached. definitely more than two. perhaps the entire football team had joined Joshua's quest. "looks like our fag is really enjoying the game so far."
the blindfold was put back on and I was pulled up to my feet. a sharp pain shot through me chest. I whimpered and tried to pull away to no avail. I was getting nipple clamps.
me dick rose to full hardness again. this time for all to see. I got ankle cuffs on my feet but they were not cuffed to each other.
the blindfold was taken off after i was in face down position and I was again instructed to count to one hundred.
after the guys had been gone for a while I stood up. the mirror was gone, but there was now a new cardboard:
hey fag! the tutorial is over. the real challenge starts now. task three: walk to the east until you get to a road. go face down next to the road. if you take more then ten minutes, we leave you behind and you die here. have fun.
the thick ankle cuffs connected me to dumbbell weight plates. 110lbs each. as much as I weighed.
I rushed westward, the nipple clamps jiggling with every tiny step. I had to pull with all the force my own weight could produce. over and over. repositioning myself for every step. my own sweat was the only thing I could smell now. my bladder was filling up but I could not afford to stop.
I was tiring fast and the full bladder started to hurt, since I had to swing my whole body with every step. I had no choice but to piss while walking - or whatever you would call the motions I made. my dick was only a little bit hard and most of the piss ran down my legs. since I walked right into the piss it stuck as wet sand to my feet.
finally I found the road, hurrying as much as I could. I fell to the ground and went into face down position as soon as I thought I might be close enough to count as 'at the road'.
after a minute of crouching, starring at the sand and smelling my sweat and piss I heard a car approaching. if it wasn't them, there was nothing I could do to hide, so I waited it out.
it was them.
as Joshua approached he said "well done ass licker. I didn’t think you'd make it."
I felt the weight plates being removed and something else fixed to the ankle cuffs. since I wasn't blindfolded his time I could count the boots around me. there were at least six pairs. yep, probably the whole team. I thought they were done, but someone shoved a small plug up my butt, while holding me down.
it wasn’t big enough to hurt much but the surprise made me cry out. they started laughing just when I noticed what they had done to me.
this was more intense than a dildo. much, much more than I had thought possible.
"are you enjoying the tobasco sauce, fag? it's extra hot. you like extra hot things up your fag ass, right?"
I couldn't help but whimper and squirm under the intense burning. someone reached around and fixed a bit of weight to my nipples while someone else duct taped the plug fixed to my ass crack. there was no pushing it out.
they drove away, leaving me trembling in agony. the burning was making my eyes water so it was hard to read the next cardboard the had left for me.
hey fag! to the north along the street is a scrapyard. task four: make it there before sun down. we'll pick you up inside. have fun.
the ankle cuffs now had weights attached to them directly without the chains. nowhere nearly as much as before but it made walking harder anyway. my dick was fully erect again from the guys touches but rapidly calming down as the pain in my ass became more and more unbearable.
I felt that the duct tape job wasn't particularly solid. surely with enough effort I could remove the duct tape and push it out. then I noticed a second cardboard piece. written with a different pen, more hastily:
hey fag! don't forget to keep the plug in we're not taking you home without a plug up your ass! cheers
well, that was that out the window. I made my way along the road. after a few minutes constantly on the verge of screaming, the pain lessened and my erection returned. walking was hard, my nipples hurt from the weights and all I could think about was the promised reward. what could it be?
the sun was still easily over the horizon for half an hour or more when the scrap yard came in sight. I didn't now how many tasks there were, but if they all just required me to walk places it wasn't actually too difficult a "game". given the torture devices didn't increase any further.
the yard was indeed still open, hills of metal and entire cars towering all around inside the high fence.
I wandered inside, trying to spot their car or the next piece of cardboard. I was well in time, the burn in my ass was only moderate and the air had cooled down just a tiny bit. things were going well so far.
"who the fuck are you?" yelled a rough voice behind me. a tall, bald man in his forties starred me down. he wore huge work boots and an oil stained overall that exposed a firm chest and barely visible abs, all covered with a thick layer of short black hair.
I stood there. hands behind my back, nipple-clamps, collared, erect and leaking.
the other parts will go up asap. this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. feedback appreciated.