The Cupbearer (Patreon)

The fun part for me was to try to figure out the actual timeline of someone losing their mind to a device as described. Also trying to think about how it could actually work. I think I ended up with a significantly accelerated timeline in the end. Perhaps this was an augmented, extra strength cup.

Saving the different stories in the series here for posterity.

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There was something going on with the guys at school. One by one, they’d start acting funny, first it was a sudden shyness, and they’d start to walk funny. Almost the same lumbering gait that the Jocks swaggering down the halls had, but more forced, awkward looking. Then as it progressed, it was like they’d get, irritated. Suddenly aggressive, lashing out. A Desperation in their eyes that no one seemed to understand the cause of. It usually ended with the same guy, entering the Locker Room during one of the teams’ practices, and leaving completely dazed, eyes glazed over, mumbling incoherently while groping themselves.

The rumor started after the fourth or fifth incident. Weeks apart, it seemed to only happen to the bookish, quiet guys. One day they’d be normal, then the next, the changes happened. I finally found out what was going on…. When it happened to me.

It’s called the Cup. A conversion method the Jocks are using now to recruit the lesser guys to their side. It seems coach, and the school board are desperate for money for the teams, and with some of the budget going to the more “artsy” activities, they found a way to lessen the herd and make sports a priority.
They target a nerd, or even just a random non-sport obsessed student, wait for passing period, then one of the jocks walks up casually, not even looking at you. He waits for the halls to fill with people, before slipping his hand into the front of your pants, and installing, “The Cup”

It doesn’t matter what kind of clothing you’re wearing at the time, the Cup doesn’t falter, seamlessly attaching itself to your junk, irremovable, sealing away your bits. The instant smell is the dead giveaway. A Reeking, heady scent wafting up, the smell of virile balls and heavy effort. That’s when the Jock who Cupped you walks away as if nothing happened.

The shyness comes from not being able to remove the thing, as well as the ever-present smell, and the fact that you lost all access to your cock and balls. It’s a humiliating, embarrassing feeling, trying desperately in a bathroom to remove it, only to have it heat up to uncomfortable levels, or cool down until your bits shrivel in the chill. If you continue to struggle, it starts to vibrate at a maddening low hum that drives you insane with desperate, horny need.

The awkward lumbering gait is solely from the hefty bulk of the thing between your legs. Rubbing at your thighs, it forces you to adopt a sort of mock swagger, widened stance, sitting with your legs splayed. And it’s also where the aggression usually kicks in. The Cup keeps you from touching yourself, which, is bad enough in itself. As you’d expect, that doesn’t go over well with hormonal guys. But worse, at this stage, usually a week in, the vibrating hum doesn’t stop, ever.

Continuous, maddening, not enough to get you off, just enough to drive you wild, the cup seems tighter at this point, as if its full, more packed than typical. We assumed it was shrinking. It also stays at a constant, dank, warm temperature, causing you to sweat no matter how cold it is. Even an ice-cold shower doesn’t help.

This is why the agitated, aggressive behavior is prevalent at this stage. The utter desperation in your eyes comes from the defeat of being driven near insane with horny, desperate need, while having had your cock locked away from you for what feels like an eternity.

It’s at this point, sometimes a week, sometimes a few, that we all break and head to the locker room. Instinctually, we know where to go to get release. Making the journey feels like a walk to the electric chair. You start to go over your entire life, wondering why this is happening, until you make it into the double doors, and….. and I can’t really remember what happened. I know Coach and one of a few assorted team captains is there… I think they divvy us up, evenly spread to each team… then the lights, the cup buzzing increases, a chair, and screen…. Coach telling us… about out new life… commitment, drive… sports… play, love, love sports, be a jock… I’m a jock…

I think it was only a few minutes, but the last school bell rings, bringing me out of the daze, and Coach slips the cup off. Finally, after weeks of torture… FUCK! What the fuck is up with my junk?! Its… How?! Its fucking massive!!! How can I put this in my pants?! By fucking balls too!!! What the fuck?! But…. Coach hands me a pair of shorts, tells me to wear them, commando, and things just, click. I feel my mind slow as I slip them up my legs, feeling the silky material rub against my massive dong. I head out into the hall, talking to myself, bumping into a few people on my way to my locker.

I think I should talk to Kev about trying out for Football… Yeah, I think I should!

Tamed Jock Sequel

My friend Tyler has been acting increasingly strange for the last few weeks. One day he was fine, and suddenly the next his behaviour started to get increasingly weirder and weirder.

That morning I went to see him at his locker before class as I always do and I could immediately sense that something was off with him. Before I even said anything, I was overwhelmed by the stench emanating from him, which smelled like a mix between a dirty gym towel and pure testosterone. I tried to ignore it and just started talking, but it was like he was distracted by something of the upmost importance. He kept avoiding eye contact and was very dismissive with his answers, only giving me yes/no and uh-uhs. He obviously didn’t want to talk right now. I couldn’t help but notice that he was also wearing some loose pair of sweatpants, which was quite unusual for a guy who usually wore exclusively skinny or slim jeans. Hell, I didn’t even knew the guy owned any sweatpants.

Tyler had told me a few days ago that he was planning on telling Brittney he had a crush on her, so I figured he probably did that last night and got rejected. Poor guy, a nerd like him had absolutely no chance with a girl like her. I didn’t press him any further, I knew he would tell me all about it once he was ready. The first bell rang and we both went our own way. Not wanting to rush him, I waited until the end of the day before approaching him again but he shot me down instantly, saying something about having to go home asap to help his dad with some chores and walking away quickly with the most awkward and exaggerated gait I ever saw, like he was holding a basketball between thighs or something. I was quite confused by his behaviour, but I guess that’s what a heartache does to you.

I waited over 2 weeks before trying anything, hoping he would be the one to break the silence. But since it seemed like he had no intention of doing so, I ambushed him in the parking lot on his way out before leaving for the weekend.

- Hey man, I know it must be hard having your heart broken by Brittney, but come on, just talk to me. I want to help, please don’t shut me out like this.

- What ? Brittney ? No, this … this has nothing to do with her. I havent even told her how I feel yet.

- What is it then ? Is it me ? If I did something to upset you, please just tell me. I can clearly see something’s wrong with you and I …

- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ! OK ? I … I … I dont need your help and I don’t wanna talk about it ! SO JUST BACK OFF DUDE !!!!!!

Before I could say anything, he shoved me out of his way and left with that same awkward gait while I stood still, looking at him, unable to comprehend why my best friend would act in such a way. 

On Monday morning, I waited for him standing by his locker, ready to demand a serious explanation for his recent behaviour and an apology. I saw him entering the building, but instead of heading toward me, he went another way. I tried to chase him down, but the hallways were so packed that I could only follow at a distance, even though he was walking very slowly. I saw him entering the gym’s locker room and when I finally got to the double doors, they were firmly locked. I banged on the doors and tried to force my way in, but it was pointless. First bell rang and I headed to class, telling myself I would confront him before the end of the day. Except Tyler was nowhere to be found. He didn’t show up to AP Bio, didn’t go to the cafeteria at noon nor stopped by his locker at the end of the day. I even went to his house in the evening, but his father simply told me that “He’s out with some new friends from school, I’m not sure when he’ll be back”. New friends ? What new friends ? Am I really supposed to believe that my best friend, the total nerd, skipped classes the whole day because he was too busy making new friends ? Yeah, right … Well, he can’t hide from me forever, I’ll just confront him tomorrow.

Which is what I would have done, if I hadn’t came up with the worst flu ever during the night, keeping me in bed, sick as a dog, for 3 days. I tried texting him during that time, but he didn’t answer me, not even a read-receipt. When I finally went back to school, I headed straight for his locker, boiling with rage, intending on getting answers, no matter what. The scene I saw there seemed completely surreal. I was expecting to find my friend alone, his now usual shy, awkward, distracted, sweatpants-wearing self. At first I almost didn’t recognize the person standing there. It was Tyler, no doubt about that, except everything about him was different. He was covered head-to-toe in Under Armour athletic clothing, had a different haircut and was surrounded by like half the football team and a couple of cheerleaders. Not only that, he was loudly chatting with them, laughing and … wait … did he just kiss Brittney ?! By the time I got to them, I was so confused by what I was seeing that all my anger was gone and frankly, I also felt quite intimidated by all these huge jocks by his sides.

- Hum Tyler, hey, could I uh … talk to you ? In private …

- I already told you to leave me alone, I won’t say it twice. Fuck off nerd !

They all laughed before some of them started pushing me around and finally shoving me to the ground. They left before I could process what had just happened.

By that point, I should have just gave up and moved on. Tyler clearly didn’t want to have anything to do with me and our friendship was most certainly over. But I couldn’t ! He and I had been best friends since forever and I couldn’t just forget about everything and move on, at least not without an explanation. The only chance I could ever get one would be to corner him somewhere, just the two of us. Which turned out to be harder that I expected since he constantly had at least 4 or 5 other jocks with him. It took me almost a month before I had my chance. By that point, Tyler was now almost indistinguishable from the rest of his new teammates: he was almost as big as them, definitely as loud, cocky and obnoxious, and seemed just as dumb as them too. I was late for class one day and apparently so was he, because I saw him enter the restroom, alone. I went to the door, waited a few seconds and listened to make sure there wasn’t anyone else already inside and then went in. He was already positioned in front of a urinal, his back turned to me, and by the sound of it, already taking a leak. But I didn’t care about that. I felt so angry, hurt and betrayed that I couldn’t wait one more second. I went right behind him, grabbed one of his shoulder and forced him to turn around and face me. I saw the surprise in his face, but his expression morphed into a cocky smile with a raised eyebrow in less than a second. That dumb cocky jock smile that I now hated with all my guts.

- THATS ENOUGH ! The least you owe me is an explanation ! What happened to you man ? One day we’re best friends, then you start acting all weird and before I know it, you ditch me, start hanging out with these fucking jocks and turn into one of them. What the fuck dude ? What happened to you and …. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ???

Now, I had seen Tyler’s dick a few times in the past, including one time fully hard when I went to his house to surprise him and accidentally caught him jerking off. So I knew he was, let’s say … without a doubt, well below average. But that …… thing, hanging from his crotch, was FUCKING MASSIVE ! It looked like a python, bulging with wide veins all over the shaft and ending with an angry-looking bright red flared head. I mean, I’m pretty sure his soft dick could outmatch most pornstars hardons and he also had a matching pair of heavy balls. It was almost inhuman. 

- You really wanna know what happened to me bro ? Ok, fine, I’ll show you. I’m probably gonna get in trouble for this, you’re not supposed to be next, but whatever, this is gonna be fun.

He said that with a slight amusement while stuffing his obscene appendage back inside his mesh shorts and grabbing his backpack. He shoved his hand inside and looked for something.

- This, bro, is what happened !

He then took out a bright orange protective cup, several sizes too big for me but probably just right for him, and before I could react, shoved his meaty hand inside my pants and positioned it over my junk. At first I thought this was some sick joke, a gross jock hazing thing meant to humiliate me, but then I smelled it. That same stench I smelled on the first day, emanating from Tyler, except now it’s coming from my own crotch ! I instantly grab it with both my hands, but it was already too late, that thing seemed to have totally fused with my groin. I stared at him in horror as everything started to click in my mind. His strange behaviour, the lumbering gait, the irritation and him lashing out .. I looked at him from top to bottom, painfully understanding that unless I find a way to remove this damn cup, this is what awaits me. He just looks at me, still sporting that same dumb smile, puts his backpack on his shoulder and starts walking toward the door.

- Oh, and a piece of advice, that’s the least I owe you. If you try to take it off, it’ll only make it worse. Trust me, I know. See you soon bro.

Fuck … I’m so screwed !