Posted Mon Jan 2, 2017 | 264 Words | Tagged story jock

Asked by anonymous, hope you enjoy :)

I loved them entirely, the way their bodies moved, the way the spoke. The jocks in high school were my main fantasy and I fantasied over how laid back and relaxed their lives were. They weren’t fussing over what grade they got in the maths paper, hardly any of them could probably count over 10. The way their muscles moved though, that was impressive. I wanted to be just like them.

One day I built my confidence up to ask them, it was probably ridiculous but it was not the most stupid of things I had ever done. I asked them to make me a jock just like them.

Surprisingly, they just grinned at me and pulled me into the locker room keeping my head in a headlock with one of their strong muscular arms. They threw me onto a chair, and tied my weak thin arms to the chair.

The next thing I saw was a jock cup being pushed on my face and a jockstrap fastening it on my face. It stunk of sweat and musk, and that was the last thing I smelt before everything went dark.

Fuck, I jumped out of bed straight after the alarm. My arms felt fucking sore, but damn they were fucking swole. I moved my legs and felt the same. I get up and sleepily walk into the bathroom and see my reflection.

Damn I was a fucking stud, gonna be one of the best on the team. My bros are gonna be fucking jealous of this meat.