Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 23:02:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: "jockstrap-challenges" part 1  Gay Male/Authoritarian

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.

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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.

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the other parts will go up asap.
this is my first attempt at erotic fiction.
feedback appreciated.