I can remember that day very clearly. I met Brent and Jason in the hall
near the lockers and we were all talking at the same time telling each
other about how we scored the night before. As members of the football
team of course we knew how we beat the Central High guys' butts in the
last game. No, it wasn't the football scores we were talking about; it was
the babe scores. In some ways it was more fun talking about our adventures
than actually doing them, especially since some of the tales were slightly
embellished. At least it was an "uplifting" activity to start the school
day. I had my usual story to tell about how Missy and I had fucked on the
sofa at her house after her folks went to bed and they thought we were
still watching TV. After I had told them that and had the mental videotape
playing in my head, I had to reach in my jeans to adjust my equipment as
Brent was beginning his tale.
He told us that he had taken out the
new cheerleader, Sandy, who had just moved to town from Texas. As soon as
he said her name, my tool started pulsing as I could see her in my mind as
she was at the last game, lineside in her short skirt and sweater with
those bouncing boobs and big smile. Brent said that he had trouble.
Normally for any of us three guys all we had to do was take off our shirts
and the girl was panting for us to do more, and when we flexed a little
and then dropped our pants they already had their legs up and were foaming
at the mouth. But Sandy was a little different. She didn't mind Brent
stripping and told him he had a really great body, but she didn't seem to
be getting ready to be fucked.
When Brent made his move, she began
screaming that she didn't want to have sex. But Brent knew that as soon as
she felt his tool in her cunt she would change her mind. She tried to
pound on his chest and abs, but those rock hard muscle plates were like
armor and she didn't have a chance. Brent began his usual hard, deep
thrusts and she was squirming and screaming and kicking so that he shot
almost immediately. Well, since he was satisfied, he pulled out. Now if
she had been nice to him, he might have favored her with more, but since
she had given him some noise, well, he got his and that was what counted.
I had to admit that if I had been there pushing my male member into that
girl I would have shot very quickly too. In fact, in spite of my "control"
hand in the pocket of the jeans, my tool was dripping and drooling, just
from hearing the story. Then on that fateful day in third period, Joan,
the office secretary, came into History Class and whispered something in
Miss Russell's ear and soon Brent was packing his books and leaving with
Joan. Now Brent as well as me and my buddy Jason we were star football
players and we expected to get some attention from college recruiters. I
thought this was probably what it was as Brent's jean-cased tight little
fucker's butt trotted out of the room.
I didn't see Brent fourth
period and then fifth hour in English he was there again standing by the
door when I came up from my last class. "Sup?" I asked him and he told me
that he, Sandy's dad, the coach, and the school principal all had a
session. I guess that Texas girl told her dad about the rape and the angry
dad had come in demanding that Brent be kicked out of school. Now
interestingly enough, both the coach and the principal were sort of on
Brent's side. They pointed out that it was a bad thing to rape a girl, but
that the school had a chance at the state championship this year and that
not only Brent but also other more innocent members of the team would be
helped by a win. Without Brent, it would be doubtful if the team could
continue its winning record. Sandy's dad wouldn't go along, he demanded
that the school do something. At the end of the meeting, the coach and
principal said they would try to think of some plan and then meet with the
hopefully cooled-down dad the next day.
After school we all went to
football practice. The coach didn't say NOT to suit up so we all did and
humped out onto the field to warm up. As we were working on plays, the
assistant coach, actually an intern from the university, pulled Brent
aside and told him not to worry that he thought he had a plan the coach
and Sandy's dad would accept. I overheard them talking and I was wondering
what it would be, but then since Brent was still in the game, we both
turned our attention to working out the problems we had with a couple of
the plays in last Friday's game.
The next day in school Brent was
not called out of class so we assumed the coach and the principal and that
intern assistant coach had worked out a deal. At football practice after
school the coach told us to suit up again. When we were out on the field,
coach let the assistant coach take over and he asked all the senior
members of the team to come with him to his office to talk with the
principal. We 7 guys, some starters, some benchwarmers, all double-timed
into the school building.
It was in that office that the shocking
plan was outlined. I understood that the young assistant coach had
suggested that the problem was centered in Brent's crotch and than if they
could do something about that area of his body, then perhaps Sandy's dad
would let the rest of Brent's body play ball. The plan was to lock Brent
into a chastity cup for the rest of the season so he couldn't rape any
more girls. Not only could he not have his way with any more women but
also he would not be able to masturbate or shoot loads. So there would be
protection for the females of the school, and punishment for Brent. Wow!
At this announcement I felt my cock go super hard. I looked over to Brent
and of course couldn't tell much through his uniform, but later he told me
he was hard too. I was feeling so sorry for Brent that he would not be
having sex, but at the same time, it was sort of a neat feeling to think
of him locked up like that. He was always the most forward, aggressive,
and assertive of the three of us buddies. Maybe now he would be taken down
a notch and one of the rest of us could be head cock of the mountain.
Also, I think a little of that basic male castration fear was running in
my head. As I placed myself mentally in Brent's sorry position, not being
able to beat off or feel hot cum blast out of my prong, well, my equipment
was almost tearing my pants it was so hard.
I wondered why we were
all called in, it seemed like so far it was just something between Brent
and the coach. We soon learned that before the second meeting with Sandy's
dad, the principal got a call from another girl's dad saying his daughter
had also been raped by a member of the football team. A couple of the guys
groaned at this point, more than one really, so I wondered how much raping
was going on anyway. Then the coach mentioned my buddy Jason who got red
in the face and probably hard in the crotch thinking that his days of
hard-ons and ramming babes would be cut short. I know that I was running a
stream of drool out my tool just thinking about my best buddies, these two
muscular jocks with their cocks and balls locked up for the season. I was
thinking also that with these two studs out of action, then I with a super
great body and hard dripping cock would be able to fuck the cream of the
female crop. In fact, I would probably have to do extra time fucking the
ladies to keep them all satisfied.
The coach said that since there
had been two reported rapes already, there was a good chance it might
happen again. He wanted to keep everyone on the team and he really wanted
to win that state championship. Then he turned it over to the school
principal.
The principal told us that he had been principal here
for 20 years and that he was so ashamed to go to meetings with the other
principals because our school had never in 20 years had a state football
title. They were always razzing him about it. He took it with good nature,
but deep down inside he really wanted to show them. Now he had a chance,
we all had a chance to win, we had the right combination of weight,
muscle, and talent. He really didn't want to lose that chance to win the
state. This might be the only opportunity the school would have for some
time. But we couldn't have any guys in this room expelled. We had to hold
on to all our players.
So he had proposed to Sandy's dad that all
the seniors, all the guys 18 years old, all the football players who would
be legal adults, all be fitted and locked into chastity cups until the end
of the season. This proposal was enough for Sandy's dad and the other one
and they dropped the demand to have Brent and Jason kicked out of school
and promised they would not file any lawsuits. Of course I didn't hear
much of these last comments as my ears were sort of buzzing and blood was
rushing to my head. I too was to be locked up! At this point I could feel
my balls pull up tight in my uniform and solid spurts of wetness began
hitting and then sliding down my leg.
The plan was that if we
seniors wanted to play football, we would have to agree to the chastity
cup, if we felt we needed to fuck women the next few months, then we were
off the team. At this point I think coach used a little psychology on us.
We had just heard the principal giving us a rousing locker room speech,
and now the coach added that he really wanted to see all of us go on to
win the state and that he was sure there would be some college
scholarships for several guys and that it might lead to a very lucrative
professional sports career. He told us that when we were 30 years old and
driving expensive cars, making lots of money, being famous on TV on ESPN,
and fucking any broad we wanted, well, we wouldn't even remember this
3-month "dry" period in our sex lives. Do it for the coach! Do it for the
school! Do it for yourself!
Yeah! Yeah! We all signed on! Well, if
he had let us go home and think about it, maybe some would have dropped
off the team, but we were all caught up in the emotion of winning the
state championship. We knew two of the guys for sure had to wear the cups
and we couldn't have some with and some without. Still I felt like I was
being punished for something I didn't do. At least my buddies got to have
the thrill of rape, now I would have to wait until almost Christmas before
I could go out and rape a babe. Well, at least I could be storing up some
great loads.
Then coach ordered us to the showers, told us to beat
off one last time, then report back to his office, naked, in 10 minutes.
We rushed out to the showers, stripped off the uniforms, and we were all
hard and oozing just from the thought of it being our last shots. With the
sight of my buddies and the other senior major jocks standing under the
showers with their cocks full up, it wasn't but two or three strokes and I
shot and at that I was about the last to cum.
Cleaned up, toweled
down, and cocks now curving down and swinging, we jogged back to the
coach's office. The coach and principal were gone, I guess the coach was
back out directing practice. That 22-year-old university intern assistant
was there in the office and on the desk were a collection of several sizes
of strange looking silver devices. Their small dark holes and somewhat
triangular but solid shape made them look like little flattened and
rounded wren houses waiting to be nailed up under the rafters of a
backyard garage.
We all got to watch as the college athlete grabbed
Brent's scrotum and pulled him to the desk by his balls, took judgment of
the heft of Brent's equipment and quickly selected a metal jock. These
chastity cups were two-part polished steel items and looked bulletproof.
They opened at the bottom into two halves, a front and a back. The front
part looked very much like the standard protective athletic cup and
externally the back half was mostly flat. They were sort of what one would
get if one put a back on a regular cup with space between the front and
back for the male equipment. Not exactly an "egg", not a "ball" but
something with the compound curves of a solid three-dimensional jock cup.
There was a hole in the back of the rear piece, a small round hole
padded with what looked like leather, and the assistant coach squatted and
grabbed one of Brent's balls and pushed it through. The hole was so small
that the ball just sort of squirted through, then he pushed and pulled the
second ball hard and after three attempts it decided to squirt through
too. Then he took Brent's cock and bent it down in two and with very great
effort stuffed the tightly folded member through the hole too. Now the
assistant took a round fairly thick metal U-shaped spring. He had a
collection of them of various sizes on the table. He used his strong grip
to bend the spring ends in and snap them into welded retainers on the
lower internal back surface of the thing. The U bar actually had a reverse
U in the top of the U: it was a double U, or better said, the shape of an
inverted W. He pushed Brent's cock up briefly and hooped the top of the
spring under the cock but over his balls. Thus the cock was sort of
cradled on the inverted W. Then he closed the "egg" cup up, hinging it up
from the bottom.
He looked very carefully as the top outside
corners of the fat metal W now made contact with the front part of the
jock and the center of the inverted W bar was forced to close down tightly
over the top of Brent's nuts, pushing the balls gently but firmly down
into the bottom of their sac, and the sac in turn to the bottom of the
round steel encasement. He then gripped the whole device and pulled down
and twisted it around all the while checking the fit of this W rod over
the top of the ball sac. He opened the cup, and with his arms flexing and
veins popping was just barely able to release the W spring.
He
snapped in the next size smaller ball retainer spring and this passed the
test, so he then pushed the front of the cup all the way closed. Inside at
the top of the front part were welded some more smooth metal bars and
these forced Brent's cock down into the space between the balls and the
smooth front of the cup. The cock ended up hung over the ball retainer
spring and under the upper pressure bars. The intern squeezed the "egg"
tight then manually set the deadbolt internal lock with some key that
looked like what they use on vending machines. He put a plastic coating
solution in and over the keyhole, red in color. It was liquid but quickly
set up hard. He then locked a small combination padlock over the keyhole.
The padlock was at the side of the top of the closure.
As he
removed his fingers from the small padlock, the whole cup sort of just
naturally sprang back up against Brent's crotch held there by his own
balls and cock. It was actually a pretty "kewl" design: a silver strapless
jockstrap. Thump! The intern playfully finger-snapped Brent's metal cup,
grinned, and turned to his next victim.
Once we saw how to do it,
we started applying the chastity cups to each other, it was kind of fun
grabbing my buddy Jason's personal parts and I enjoyed it when Jason had
his hands on my balls. The assistant would always put in the smooth W
spring ball-sac retainer and check the fit. A couple guys were hard again
and we had to use cold water to get them down enough to stuff them through
the hole into their metal jocks. There seemed to be a small number on each
internal lock and that corresponded to the keys because each "egg" was
locked with a different key.
When we were all locked up, the intern
assistant coach told us that there was no way we could pull our equipment
out of the hole in the back since there was not enough space, actually no
space, between the back piece of the cup and the body so we could not
"double" over our cocks to get them out, we couldn't even touch our cocks,
nobody could. The balls had to come out one at a time and of course the
retainer spring held both balls down in the ball sac like a sort of gentle
mousetrap. So we couldn't pull the balls out either. The only way would be
to pull the balls "off" and we didn't want to do that. The balls were just
sort of hanging in suspension in the egg, sometimes bouncing off the walls
but that was about the only feeling we could get now from our balls, no
fingers could touch them locked tight in their metal prison. We had felt
the last of any human touch on our genitals for the rest of the season.
As far as the locks went, well, since we were going to play football
and play it hard, the design had a deadbolt rather than a spring held
mechanism. The internal inverted W spring holding the balls was pressed
tight by the closure of the egg, so that smooth metal bar was not coming
loose, nor would the top of the egg-cup come open with blows to it. The
only way was to use the key to crank back the deadbolt. He told us it was
a special key that was only used in very high security situations. In
other words, we could not go down to Sears and get a key made for it. The
plasticoat seal would not come off in the shower or in rough football
play. It could be removed with a knife and some heat but we might not want
to warm up our balls that much. We were sealed up like a bottle of
Bufferin, the seal itself could be broken but would provide visual proof
of the tampering. He told us that he would be using an electronic laser
analyzer to check on the seal before each daily school practice and game
so the longest we could hope to be free and still playing sports would be
over one weekend. The plasticoat material had special unique metallic
grains in suspension and that he would be able to tell if the seal had
been broken and replaced, assuming we could even find a similar type of
sealant.
The final item, the small combination padlock, was to
help hold the plastic seal in place but also provided evidence of
attempted escape. This lock was from the government and was not available
to the public. The lock of course could easily be cut with standard bolt
cutters and then a similar looking lock put on in its place. He said in
all recorded cases where the padlock had been cut, the special security
tamper mechanism inside the lock automatically reset the release
combination to 0000 so that the original setting could not be copied.
Since each of us was given a unique combination even if we were able to
cut off the lock, find a similar one, and lock it on, we would not be able
to match the combination and this would show that we had tampered with the
metal jock cup. Of course on those long fall nights with no way to fuck a
girl, we might try running numbers on the combination and we could ask the
math teacher what the chances of success might be to randomly hit the
correct 4-number sequence. At our pre-suit-up jock cup inspections he
would be checking our seven padlocks to see if they still responded
properly to their unique combinations.
As the weight of the
chastity cup pulling down on my personal equipment became more noticeable,
the weight of the situation began to bear more heavily on my mind too. It
was sort of like those Nazi concentration camp photos we had been studying
in Miss Russell's history class: the camps were surrounded with barbed
wire, then an electrified fence, then a wall with more barbed wire and
search lights and towers with guns and then outside a mine field on the
other side of the wall. Not to say it would be impossible to escape the
concentration camp, but highly unlikely. A body might make it over two or
three of the barriers but that would be it, it would be just a body, not a
person anymore and the body would be found near the wall, and dumped in
the incinerator.
Well, here we were, we 7 senior football players,
some starters including myself and my 2 buddies, all sexually active
taking our pleasure from admiring women, women who liked our bodies, who
could get off on our hard prods ramming into their cunts. We were locked
up. We could cut the padlock off, but could we get it back on so that
intern wouldn't notice? And then we would be out of school, out of
football, out of luck. If we got the padlock off and somehow got it back
on, then surely the special plasticoat material would give us away during
those suit-up laser tests. Finally, even if we dared do all of this in an
attempt to touch our cocks and balls and feel like men, well, how could we
break the deadbolt?
We surely would not be able to find a key to
the lock. Now if we pulled hard on the egg, we would pull off our balls,
so that was sort of self-defeating behavior. The two parts of the egg fit
pretty tight. I guess we could possibly stick some sort of awl or
screwdriver blade in there and try to spring the two halves partially
open. But then it still wouldn't be coming completely off, and all we
would have done was to have been allowed finger access to the trapped
balls and cock, but the cock still couldn't get hard. Also, the amount of
pressure needed to break through and then twist to get the egg sprung,
well, any slip and the tool we would be using would go right through our
balls. Again, we could probably spring the thing open a tad, but then we
would probably lose our balls and our chance on the team as well.
The way it looked was that either we did something stupid and would lose
our balls and never be able to fuck a babe, or we could go along with the
three-month "suspension" of sexual activities. Now an 18-year-old boy
thinks about sex more than any other person except one, a 17-year-old boy.
So this emasculation was going to be a major trip, but our heads were on
in the right direction and the chastity cups were going to "reinforce" the
decision we had made to continue playing interscholastic varsity football.
At this point we were standing around, now actually not naked anymore
as our reproductive organs were fully enclosed. We were standing around
sort of not knowing if we should hold onto the shiny silver cups or let
them ride there between our legs. The assistant coach went on to tell us
that we would have to sit down to piss, just like a woman, but that very
small drain holes in the bottom of the egg would let the piss flow out. We
would probably also experience a small amount pre-cum flow as our balls
would still be generating their full measure and we would not be shooting
any loads. So this manly slime would collect in the bottom and then also
drain out. We could shower, play sports, sleep, and do everything we
normally would do except get hard, beat off, shoot loads, and fuck.
In addition, there was the added benefit of genital protection. The
hard metal cup was crush proof and almost bullet proof. The wide flat back
panel would diffuse the force of any blows to the crotch. No way we could
get hurt there in sports, we could go all out and not worry about our
private parts. Also, it would be like wearing a protective jock cup 24
hours a day. No more knocking up against the edge of a table or the back
of chair with your crotch. No more little brother playfully kicking you in
the balls. Now our private parts were as hard as our abs and pecs and this
would be good for sports. He said he would be inspecting us every day for
violations of the security of the chastity cups. He put the keys to the
cups for each guy into a metal brief case with a combination lock. He said
only the coach knew the combination to the case and the case itself would
be put in the school safe where only the principal knew the combination.
Of course only he knew the combinations to our padlocks. We were being
given triple "protection".
Since we had avoided any trials or
lawsuits there would be no public announcement of our situation but of
course news would spread by word of mouth since the other guys on the team
would be showering with us and then there was the issue of our girl
friends. Our parents had already been contacted by the school during the
afternoon and unfortunately all had been very enthusiastic about our being
locked up. I guess they figured that would keep us out of trouble. Little
did they know how significant this cock locking would be to our
educational achievement, physical development, and future life-style
choices.
He told us to put on our street clothes and head out. Not to
worry about visibility. If anything the babes and even the dudes would
think we were just super studs with prominent crotch-mounds. We could even
go swimming in a Speedo and the chastity cup wouldn't show other than a
big bulge not unlike the start of a nice hard-on. As we all heard the loud
"click" on the case as it closed, we realized that now this guy could not
help us out of our metal cups and only if all three men agreed: the coach,
the intern and the principal, could any of us be set free. Our balls were
out of our control now. The "case" was closed. I felt my cock sort of try
to get hard, but nothing really happened there. Had I been free, I am sure
I would have shot a full load clear across the room, but as it was, I just
oozed quietly from the drain holes. I noticed the other guys walking back
to the locker room also were dripping ooze from their cups, but that was
about all we could do now until after the football season, just drip ooze
and play ball.