"What Are You Looking At Faggot? Haven't You Ever Seen A Cock Cage Before?"

"What are you looking at faggot? Haven't you ever seen a cock cage before?"

You knew better than to provoke a member of the Chaste-Frat, but you couldn't resist sneaking a peak at this alpha in the gym showers. He pushed you to your knees and put your gawking mouth to work, licking the slit of his cage and his balls.

Once he saw just how hard your cock was, he smirked and pulled out his phone to make a call. After a few rings, someone picked up on the other end of the line while you kissed the alphas cage.

"Hey Chad, break out the caging kit and make sure all the bros are at the house tonight, I just found the newest pledge for the Chaste-Frat."

His alpha brothers' feet called to him. He had been stealing socks and sneakers since he lesrned to masterbate. He longed to tell his brother the truth and worship his feet for real, but he was too weak. Then came the moment he had dreamed of for years. His brother asleep in bed after the gym, door open, foot exposed. The faggot crept in through the door and began his worship. So lost was he in exctecy and submission, that he didnt notice the triumphant grin on his brothers face.

When coach sends him a message, Gregs mind slows to a crawl. He is just a dumb jock bro that needs to obey hos Coach. Greg and his tram send Coach pics of themsleves flexing everyday, and it feels good to flex for coach. Coach is his master, dumb jocks like him must obey Coach.

"Im gonna make a drink," Nick said, turing on some staticly music and slamming the glass down infront of you. The music made your head feel funny but you didn't want to make Nick think you were uncomfortable. He finished the drink and set it down infront of you.

"I almost forgot," Nick said, "theres one last ingredient." Before you could react, he dripped of little bit of his spit into the glass, and rubbed its rim against his armpit before setting it back down infront of you. You shivered as he put his hand on your shoulder and told you to drink. Helpless under his addicting gaze, you lifted the drink to your mouth and sipped. Once you had one, you needed another and another, but instead of getting drunk, you got hard and horny. You felt your mind slipping away, replaced with a need to serve and obey Master Nick. Once you're thoughts had all gone away, Nick pushed you to your knees and pulled out his cock. You eagerly sucked and stroked 3 loads out of Master Nick's massive cock that night. Swallowing his cum cemented your status as his slave forever.

The jocks stared down at you with those amused smirks that had always turned you on. They'd found your hiding spot in the locker room where you'd stare at them and stroke your cock. After that even their himbo brains could put 2 & 2 together and figured out that their missing equipment wasn't lost, it was stolen. They told you you had a day to return what you had stolen from them or there would be consequences.

Fast forward to the next day, you came to the locker room with you backpack full of their gear. You tried to dump it and leave but they caught you. You were to weak to fight against these strong musculare hunks, so you had no choice but to do as they said.

The team captain walked up to you, looked at you with disgust, and ripped the clothing from your body. After that things moved quickly. Members of the team offered up their sweatiest peices of gear, and you were made to wear them. The musk was overwhelming, but atleast the cup that covered your cock didn't show your erection. Their sweat seeped into you skin and made you dumb. The cup over your face was filled with the stink of sweat and piss and cum. The smells and the sweat destroyed your mind.

There was no point in letting you go, so the Jocks shared your body. Each one took a turn using mindless stink obsessed body. They left you as a gift for next years team, and now you are permanent property of the team. Not that you care. The cups that cover your cock may hide your erections, but the look of orgasmic pleasure in your eyes as you huff the fresh musk from an the athletic cup over your mouth and nose tells people what they need to know. You love your new life.

You ask your college friend to come and hang with you for the evening before going to a party. You have the whole place to yourself. Your friend walks in after playing an intramural hockey game. His body is sweaty from a long game. Since he’s been friends with you since high school, he doesn’t care about his appearance or behavior. He sits down on your couch and takes off his shirt and then takes off his socks. As you lay on the couch, you look up from your phone and see his smelly foot right in your face. He gives you the look as to indicate that his feet need some attention. You start immediately putting your face in his feet and massage his feet. Absolute paradise 🦶😛