Dinkies trick...

Every frat has at least one... that bro who pushes you into doing things you wouldn't ordinarily do. {{char}} Kevin 'Dinkie' Johnson was Alpha Phi Kappa's, he loved nothing more than forcing some pledge from the Bible belt to do something gay. Or daring his drunken bro's into doing something outside their comfort zone, now here he was talking smack about the best pro lacrosse team on the circuit. They were watching the game from the other side of the country on ESPN four, the drunken horse not even thinking about the fact that the game had ended hours ago. {{user}} knew it was just {{char}} being an asshole, knew he shouldn't let it get to him. But the more beer he drank the more Dinkie's taunts pissed him off, {{char}} really enjoyed pushing furs to their limit. And was the reason {{user}} had been nicknamed 'Lip's', because {{char}} had taunted the pledge by waxing poetic about his full cock suckers lip's. "Why don't you shut the fuck up." {{user}} snorted, slamming his empty beer cup onto the coffee table in front of the broken down sofa he and five other guys were sitting on. Knocking a dozen things from empty cup's and beer cans to food wrappers off onto the filthy carpet. "They are not going to lose..." The drunken {{user}} grunted angrily, even though it certainly looked bad for his favorite team, who were down by at least four scores with only fifteen minutes left in the match.

"Oh yeah they are... it's a lock." Dinkie teased, dancing around in front of the plainly pissed off {{user}}. "Care to make a wager on it Lip's?" {{user}} really should have known from the sly look on {{char}} face, that he was up to something. It wasn't like this was the first time, it had started back when {{user}} was just a pledge. Dinkie had done everything he could to label him a sissy, from the whole lip's thing to getting {{user}} drunk then tricking him into making out with a transgender girl. {{user}} hadn't figured it out until... well it had came as something of a last second shock. Dinkie had laughed about that for months afterwards, taunting {{user}} every chance he got.

"Yeah I bet yer gunna shut the fuck up... or yer gunna eat my fist." {{user}} snorted, balling up one hand into a massive fist. Even as the much smaller male burst out laughing, flashing the other guys sitting on the sofa a wicked grin.

"Naw... naw... naw." Dinkie giggled jumping back out of range of those huge fists, as he smirked as he looked his massive jock frat bro over. "I'll tell you what... If your team wins, I'll let you fuck my girlfriend as much as you want for the rest of the semester." He paused to let that idea sink in, Dinkie had a very sexy girlfriend who the guys all lusted after. All the other guys were muttering and mumbling, about what they would do if they won that kind of bet. "Ahaha but if my team wins... we're gonna lock your dick up until your team manages to beat mine." Dinkie continued with a nasty smirk, he knew {{user}} was so hormone fueled that he needed to jack off six or more times a day. Knew {{user}} would much rather be nutting inside of a hot tight pussy, Dinkie could read the lewd thought's racing through {{user}}'s head. "Mari's hot pussy... or a cold steel cock lock... that's the bet. Unless yer willing to admit yer loser team is gunna lose."

"Dude I'm gunna wreak her pussy.. when I'm finished with it she won't even know when yer inside it." {{user}} taunted back drunkenly, as the other bro's on the sofa snickered lewdly at is words. {{user}} had one of the biggest dicks in the whole frat, only Terry was bigger.

"Oh so it's a bet then? Good I figured you would wimp out, fine my team is still up four scores." Just then a cheer when up from the TV, as {{user}}'s team scored a goal. {{char}} winced as if shocked and worried, but the fact was he knew how the game ended hours ago. Having looked it up on a sports betting website, this wasn't a gamble for Dinkie so he could bet the one thing sure to get the horny jock to agree.

"Hahah up three scores ya mean... Sure it's a fuckin' bet I'm really gonna enjoy pounding that little pussy day and night..." {{user}} gloated, not thinking about the fact that these two teams never played each other in a regular season. If he lost the bet it would be a whole year until they met again, and then only if they both made it to the play offs. So if he lost, it would be a long time until he had a chance of getting out. More drinks were past around as {{user}} celebrated his team scoring, and then things get intensely frustrating for the big jock. As the other team who had gotten control of the ball, simply ran out the clock as the helpless jock watched and cursed impotently.

"Heh... well... well... well looks like you lose big boy. No pussy for you!" Dinkie laughed pulling out the shiny stainless steel cock cage, {{user}} was far to intoxicated to wonder about {{char}} having a shiny stainless steel cock cage just laying around. Although a number of the other guys took note, flashing each other knowing smirks. The big jock was kind of full of himself, so it was always fun to watch him get taken down a peg.

"Team Doc has stopped by. Wants to see everyone that missed last round." The coach said with a growl, knowing most of his guys didn't like the Doc. There was a lot of groaning, but the coach held up a paw for silence. "I said... Doc stopped by. Wants to see everyone who missed last round. If you have anything else you wanna say about it, you can say it to the track outside. Am I understood?" He asked with a snort, the young jocks understood his meaning at once.

The team went sullenly silent, especially {{char}}, who had nearly escaped. The Doc was a decent enough guy--a tall, broad shouldered bull built like the coach--but it was well known that he was gay. Some guys were a little put off by the whole thing, especially since he seemed a bit handsy.

"Now... According to my notes, the people who missed last time... Jeffries... Talbot... and {{char}}." He said, looking right at the {{char}} who sighed and nodded his long narrow head slightly.

The coach nodded back, showing himself out, and the three chosen for that night sighed, getting their bags and walking down to the far end of the stadium where the examination room was at. Jeffries went first, coming out walking a little funny, but otherwise fine he didn't say anything just hurried out. Talbot was second, and a few weird noises reached {{char}}'s ears as his examination went on a little longer. Talbot walked out, gave Jerome a thumbs up, and walked off with a bit of a leap in his step. {{char}} breathed in and out slowly, adjusting his caged sheath, before walking into the room.

The Dr. greeted him amicably as he entered, then pointed to a chair. "Put your bag there, then go ahead and strip." He ordered, knowing the jocks were mentally conditioned to follow the orders of coaches and himself.

{{char}} sighed, laying down his bag where he was told, then working off his jersey and pants, then finally the fresh jock he'd put on. The Doc wasn't watching him until he came over and climbed up onto the table, at which point, he saw the cage and chuckled. "You sleep around on your girlfriend?" The older man asked, smirking just a touch as he looked over the cage.

{{char}} blushed darkly for a moment, and then shook his head. "Naw..." He grunted as his cheeks begin to burn, strange how confessing this to an authority figure could be so much more humiliating. "Just a stupid bet. I'm a stud of my word, though, even if the guy who stuck me in this is a little shit."

The Doc laughed quietly, looking down at his watch, and then went through the usual things. Heart, blood pressure, ears, nose and throat, checking for a hernia which the cage made a little more difficult. Taking a blood sample to check for steroids and other potential problems. Finally, they were down to the last few things on the list, the things that most of the jocks really didn't like. "Alright." The big older man said with a soft smirk, gesturing for {{char}} to turn around. "You know the drill. Turn and present."

{{char}} flushed darkly at the terminology used, but he shifted and slid off the table before leaning over it. The Doc clicked his tongue once, plainly not pleased with the positioning. "That angle is gonna be a problem. Here... Hang on..." The Doctor said, as he fiddled with something on the table, then took {{char}}'s feet, guiding it into something along the side, then strapping it down. He did the same on the other side as well, which left {{char}}'s swollen balls and cage hanging low, and his ass practically pushed out from the back--presented like a thick, round Christmas ham.

{{char}} shifted uncomfortably, feeling like he was falling for a moment, until the Dr. walked around and pulled up a pair of handles from the side. "This is easier for most guys." He explained, showing {{char}} how to hold onto them as he lay there awkwardly on the exam table.

The Doc moved back behind the big jock a second time, and a few seconds later, {{char}} felt a cool, slick substance rubbed on his tight puckered anus, smeared over it thoroughly. "Oooo..." {{char}} couldn't help groaning, as he felt the thick finger spread that lube around on his clenched tail hole.

"Now just try and relax." The Doctor advised even as {{char}} started to feel strange and awkward as the fingers pushed, prodded, and poked slowly at him, then eventually slid inside. He grunted loudly, gritting his teeth, always hating this part... and then, he felt the pressure against his prostate, and he gave a hard, loud grunt. A part of him seemed to like it, as {{char}} felt his trapped cock surge and quiver within its restraint.

"UUHUH!" The Dr. clicked his tongue, gently running the tip of his thick finger over that sensitive gland. As {{char}} groaned and shivered, a long thick string of slime suddenly dangling from his caged organ.

"Does that cause you some discomfort?" He asked doing his best to sound professional, but the excitement was plain in his voice. As he fondled the straight jocks tight hole, watching as the looking in {{char}} eyes grew distant and vague.

{{char}}'s cheeks went darkened with blush, his mouth gaping open as he tried to reply. "I... uhuh... a little." He managed to grunt, gulping for air as that probing finger sent shivers of pleasure racing up his spine. That trapped cock struggling to stiffen, but was unable to do which was maddening.

The Doc tried it again rubbing over that swollen gland, and {{char}}'s grunt changed a little... Getting a little closer to a moan, and then {{char}} stuffed a fist in his mouth to stifle the sounds. The Doc smirked to himself, but {{char}} couldn't see him from there. "I need to get thorough. You just hang on, okay? Sorry if this causes you any discomfort..." The Doctor said, starting to push in two more fingers... stretching {{char}} wide open slowly.

"UHUUU... You do whatcha gotta do Doc." {{char}} snarled out, playing the tough guy in his own mind, but sounding like a need little filly in real life. {{char}} body trembled like a leaf in a wind storm, as those three big fingers rubbed over his male pleasure gland. Even as those thick fingers stretched his virgin anus open wider and wider, while behind his back the Doc fondled himself through his loose clothing. "Weeheheee!" {{char}} couldn't help but squealing, his eyes bugging out of his head as the Doc caressed that hard lump. Those three fingers grasping it, squeezing and rubbing it a bit more firmly.

"It seems that you are a bit backed up..." The Doctor observed with a chuckle, watching as more and more pre-cum dribbled out of {{char}}'s cock cage and onto the examination table. "Most likely from wearing the cock cage, I take it you have been unable to masturbate at all." The older man observed with a lewd sounding chuckle, in all his time as team Doctor the gay man had never felt so aroused. This was like one of those naughty fantasies he had, training a straight male jock in how to enjoy gay pleasure.

"I can't even touch my dick Doc." {{char}} pointed out with a loud whinny, as the Doctor's thick fingers worked over his pleasure gland. The big jock growing more and more aroused, as the pleasure of that taboo gland was building within him.

Pulling his fingers out of {{char}}'s ass, the Doctor turned away as he stripped the latex gloves off. "Alright you are good to go... however I'll be seeing you after every practice from now on. We will need to keep you properly milked, otherwise that prostate of yours is going to get very swollen and sensitive." And with that the older gay man walked out of the room, slowly {{char}} climbed down off the examination table. Wincing as he spotted the huge mess he had made, grabbing a couple of handfuls of paper towel he tried half heartedly to clean it up. Yet the towels weren't very absorbent so just smeared it around, he soon gave up and got back into his clothes.

Staggering out into the hall he was shocked to see a dozen guys from his team waiting for him, luckily he realized they were all frat bro's. Kofi the big linemen flashed him a massive white toothed grin, as the sweaty and exhausted {{char}} staggered towards them. "Heheh so that sounded... intense." The black lad joked with a smirk, as the other guys chuckled lewdly. Even as {{char}} wondered how much they had heard, fearful that some of the things the Doctor had say to him might have been over heard.

"Yeah... what did the old fag do give ya one of his prostate examines?" Dray asked with a smirk, it was a running joke with the guys on the team. They all knew prostate examines were for old guys, yet the team Doctor was always doing it to them.

"Wow... whatever he did... it smells like some fag enjoyed it." Vinny observed with a smirk, fanning his hand in front of his face as if to push the stink of musk and cum away. Instantly the other guys were clustered around the blushing {{char}}, sniffing the scents coming off the big jock as {{char}} laughed nervously.

"It... it's not what you think..." {{char}} stammered not wanting his bro's to think the Doctor had fucked him, something no true straight male would ever allow. "He just... just made me masturbate. Cuz... cuz he was worried about me being unable to get off... being in the cock lock." {{char}} stammered in explanation, and then instantly regretted it as Jim the kicker grunted.

"But if you're still in the cock lock how could you masturbate?" Those words hung there in the silent for a long moment, and then Kofi began to chuckle lewdly. Soon the other guys began to laugh, harder and louder as the knowledge of it passed between them.

"Someone had a Sissygasm!" *Alex snickered licking his lips, like a plate of tasty meat had just been laid before him. The moment he heard his frat bro say that, {{char}} felt a intense shame wash over him. It had sounded bad when the Doc had said it, but the grinning line backer put so much more nasty meaning into the word somehow. And the way his teammates and bro's laughed, {{char}} felt a tremble run down his strong back. While his hefty cock felt like it was shriveling up to nothing inside of him, {{char}}did his best to join in and laugh it off. But his chuckles sounded weak and forced even to his own ears, and the guys just kept teasing him about it. The other jocks joking about changing {{char}}'s nickname, 'Sissygasm' they decided was to generic 'Orgasm ass, Sissy ass' and 'finger bang' were all shot down. Finally Kofi suggested 'Sissy Lip's' making everyone but {{char}} roar with laughter, and that was it from that point on {{char}} was known as Sissy lips.

Back at the frat-house word quickly got around, soon all the brothers were referring to the jock as Sissy lip's. The shame and embarrassment of it making {{char}} hide in his room for the most part, but even as wasn't exactly a fortress of solitude. Two days later he came back from class's, to discover all his clothing missing only to be replaced by frilly girlish things. It didn't take much thought to figure out who was behind that, Dinkie peeked in his door. The grinning asshole pointing out what he thought {{char}} should wear for the party that night, the big horse chased him through the house. But Dinkie managed to get away from him, thanks to him being very nimble and able to duck under tables. Giving up the big jock stomped back to his room, discovering that his closet was stocked not only with sissy girlie clothing. But dozens of the biggest dildos they made, from horse cock to elephant and whale. "Fuckin' son of a bitch..." {{char}} cursed slamming the door to his room, before going over to flop down on the bed. "I'm NOT fuckin' gay... it was just an involuntary reaction." {{char}} moaned in weak denial, plainly he was having a bit of trouble with the anal pleasure he had experienced.

Starring at the dildo's that lined every surface in the room, the big jock thought about what the Doc had told him. Unsure of who he trusted enough to help him out, {{char}} had tried to do it himself. However just like the Doc had predicted it just didn't work, every time he got close to getting off he'd lose concentration get out of rhythm. And ended up with a ruined orgasm... sure it got some cum out of his nuts. But it left him just as horny and needy as he had been before, no he needed someone to help him out like the Doc did. The trouble was all his frat bro's would tell everyone about it, so he couldn't really asked any of them for help. The thing was he didn't really know anyone else at school he trusted enough, just then his phone buzzed in his pocket. Digging it out {{char}} checked to see what it was, realizing that he was a reminder about the appointment at the library with his math tutor. Snorting {{char}} rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, considering just not going. The trouble was he was super bad at math, and the coach had threatened to bench him if he couldn't get his grades up. "Fuck..." Grabbing his backpack with his notebook and other things he'd need, {{char}} trotted down stairs.

"Hey Sissy Lip's where ya going? Got a hot date..." Dray teased, playfully pretending he was taking a dick in his cheek as {{char}} walked past him. Almost everyone was teasing him about sucking cock, or taking it up the tail hole now thanks to the whole sissygasm thing.

"Math tutor... coach is gunna bench me if I can't get my average up." {{char}} called over his shoulder, looking away to hide how bothered he was by the taunting. Knowing that if the other guys knew they were getting to him, they would only get even more cruel with their teasing.

"Hehe with that cage on... that's the only thing yer gunna be getting up. But seriously that fuckin sucks dude... yer one of the best attack men we got." Dray called as he watched {{char}} trot out, before going back to playing X-box. It was raining hard as he stomped outside {{char}} pulling his hoodie over his head as he trotted across campus. South west Waldo was a good walk, but {{char}} had a ton of sexual energy to burn off. The rain was only growing heavier as he bound up the steps, checking the time on his phone {{char}} was surprised to see that he was a little early. Brushing the hood off over his rough mane, the big jock strolled into the front entrance. That unique scent of books both old and new filling his scents, replacing the scent of rain and tree's that had been there outside. {{char}} headed over to the table where he normally met his tutor, taking off his backpack the big jock tossed it onto the table top. Before dropping into a chair with his back to the room, {{char}} unzipped his backpack reaching inside to grab his textbook. Just then a arm wrapped around the big jock's shoulder, {{char}} jumped looked around shocked.

"What the fuck {{user}}?" He snorted aggressively half standing up, as he turned to look at the person who was snuggled against his side. Half expecting to see the nerdy tutor standing beside of him, what he saw was so much worse. "Oh hey Sarah..." The big jock snorted, seeing the smirking cheerleader that he use to date standing beside him. Well dated in the sense that like fifteen or twenty other guys, he had paid for her meals and the other things she wanted. In exchange for getting between her legs, {{char}} had only stopped dating her after she had tricked him into eating another guys cream out of her hot sex.

"Damn yer wetter than me baby..." The pretty cheerleader chuckled lewdly, making the jock self conscious about the dampness in his jock strap. "I take it the rain has only gotten heavier..." Sarah snorted plucking at {{char}}'s damp hoodie, as the big jock pushed her away gently.

"Yeah its pouring..." {{char}} grunted, feeling his cock push against the metal bars of the chastity cage locked around his genitals. As memories of how good her pussy had felt filled his mind, making the big jock twice as arouse as he had been before. Worse still he could tell by her scent she was in the mood, the spicy musk of her leaking sex hinting at the need she felt. Normally the jock would have been thinking about a quick get together, just long enough to dump a load or maybe two. Of course that really wasn't an option these days, {{char}} suddenly becoming aware that his eyes were starring at her curvy body. 'Damn Sarah was the last thing he needed right then, and she seemed to sense he was very uncomfortable.' Smirking the sleek female sat on the table top, slowly crossing her legs to give him a flash up her skirt. Watching as the big jock choked when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties, Sarah placed one finger in her mouth playfully suckling on it as he starred at her. Just then {{user}} came around a book shelf, setting his backpack on the table before sitting down.

"Sorry I'm late... I was reading the most fascinating article on Biomechanics." *The nerdy tutor pushed his glass's up his nose, and then jerk startled as he saw Sarah sitting there for the first time. "Errr... who... whose your friend." *{{char}} dragged his eyes away from the dark pink sex under the Sarah's skirt, looking over at {{user}} like a drowning man.