Date: Thu, 7 May 2020 18:20:08 -0700
From: Julio Sanchez <julio.sanchez66677@gmail.com>
Subject: Central Valley High - 5

With the permission of the author, I am writing a story set in the same
universe as the Nifty series "North Valley Football".  It's my single
favorite Nifty series and I could not resist adding my own contribution the
world they have already built.  Please read the original series before
reading mine here:
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story is non-Canon from the original author's work for now, so think of
this as an Elseworlds take on their universe :-) If you like this, or have
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Central Valley High Football
By Julio Sanchez
Chapter Five

Day 2

<<Altamash>>

Chris and I walked out of the main building, towards the swim team area.
The football field was on our left as we walked.  It looked like a standard
regulation-size field like any other in my world.  It was empty now, except
for a series of what appeared to be locker room benches placed all by
themselves at one end of the field.

I wondered to myself, "what the heck are those benches doing there?"

We made our way past the field to a classic high school pool facility.  It
looked fairly ordinary from the outside, but who knows what perversity was
inside to torment me.  As it turned out, I was not even slightly prepared.

Chris gave the double doors an ostentatious push and then walked in like he
owned the building.  Try as I might, I couldn't help but stare at his
large, plump butt through his speedo.  My already swollen dick throbbed a
bit more as I watched him walk in front of me.  I wondered what it must
look like...and maybe even what it must taste like.

After walking in behind him, I took in the main pool facility.  The pool
was amazingly well maintained and of the standard size I am used to on my
Earth.  The walls were covered in the awards of past championships – a
fair amount, I might add.  This was clearly an all-star high school swim
team.

But I also noticed a few things that seemed out of place to me.  There were
a few of the same "Breeding Stands", like the one I had just seen a NV
football player tied to and viciously sodomized at in the main building,
against the walls.  I also saw some other sexual objects I couldn't quite
place.  A few racks of what looked like various sex toys – as well a
collection of some kind of mechanical devices that had dildos attached to
arms that attached to pistons.  I didn't know what those were used for at
the time. (While now my ass aches at the thought of them.  But that was
still to come.)

However, I stopped my visual tour the minute I heard the moans.  My eyes
once again must have bugged out of my eyes because against one of the
walls, next to another rack of sex toys, what must have been the whole swim
team was crowded together.  They were standing in a huddle next to two boys
crouching on a pile of mats.  The two boys were clearly naked except for
the red swim team tank tops, just crouhcing in place, lightly rocking.  It
was hard to tell what was going on at first, so I took a few steps closer
to see.  They were both on all fours, sans speedos, facing away from each
other, with their asses nearly touching each other.  They were both giving
out deep moans and seemed to be rocking back and forth, their butts meeting
and then pushing away from each other, slowly but steadily.

One was a blonde-haired white boy with a pronounced nose and a small but
still muscly frame, he had his head back and his eyes closed like he was
deep in thought.  The other was a dark-haired white boy with delicate
features and a very lanky but athletic frame, he had his eyes open but his
mouth was staining with little whimpers of "oh my god!"

My cock involuntarily shot out another glob of juice when it dawned on me
that they were both riding a single double-headed dildo!  I could even see
the spot on the nearby rack where the dildo was stored but now missing.
Because they were using it to sodomize themselves on it!  They were both
still caged, so they weren't even trying to cum.  Based on the empty space
in the rack for the missing dildo, it must have been huge, maybe 18 inches.
I could see it pocking out of their boy holes each time they separated
their cheeks, before drilling it back into each other.  The other swim team
members, in full team outfits, were lazily watching the pair pound each
other.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it but something about this scene seemed
familiar.  It felt like "warm-ups" or something similar.  Like it's an
activity so common and everyone does it because they have to all take a
turn.  Occasionally one of the standing boys would reach down and slap one
of the boys' ass cheeks, leaving a red print, or pinch of the boys'
nipples, making them give out a deeper moan.  But otherwise, they just
softly chatted or played grab ass with other or stood around looking bored,
practically ignoring the vigorous, sweaty, dirty, dildo riding going on
right under their noses.  When the team saw that we had entered a few put
their hands up to wave to Chris.

Chris said, "What's up, chicos! Got some fresh meat here!"  And then he
reached over to me, pulled me into a headlock and started to suck on my
ear, obviously showing the other boys his complete dominance over me.  I
didn't make a move to push him off.  As he reached over, I got a whim of
his body odor and almost got weak at the knees.  He smelled so sexy, like
he had just had sex.  Which maybe he did.  Between that and feeling his
nearly naked body press against my own, I was thoroughly hot and bothered.
Finally, he let me go and shouted at the team, "Coach having us do
"Double-D" drills?"

One of the standing swimmers, another tall Latino like Chris, replied,
"Yea, Coach said he had to trade off, 5 minutes for each pair, until you
get here with the new fish.  He even picked out the Nasty Ned model, with
that slight electric discharge.  Made us all leak like broken fucking
faucets.  I already went and my cage feels like it's soaked inside.  Splish
splash.  Anyway, Travis and Josh here are the last pair, they've got two
more minutes."  With that I saw the large clock against the wall also acted
a timer and it was counting down to zero.  The dildo riders would have to
ride it for two more minutes – while I guess getting electrocuted the
whole time! But they didn't seem to be in pain, in fact they looked like
they were in heaven.  I wondered what that must feel like.  The speaker btw
was named Carlito and he was almost as sexy as Chris, tall and somewhat
dark-skinned Latino with spiked hair and big swollen pecs.

Chris shouted at them, "Travis! Josh!  You two gonna keep fucking around or
ya gonna show your team captain the kind of bottom sluts I know you two can
be?!"

Almost in unison, they both shouted, "Yes, sir!"  And with that they began
to really pick up the pace, going from a slow, languid pace to really
pistoning in-and-out of each other.  Their moans began to nearly turn into
screams.  The blonde boy gave out deep, low sounds but the dark-haired boy
seemed to really be feeling it.  He was closing his eyes now too and
shouting "Oh my god! Oh my god!  Yes, Josh, yes yes, yes, I'm there, I'm
there!  Fuuuck!"  And while the blonde boy (Josh) kept up his fast pace
without stopping, the other boy (Travis) pushed back one last time and then
started to shake from head to toe, real full body convulsions.

At that point his head fell down, he began to make just a high-pitched
screeching sound, and then I could see his arms begin to buckle.  While
still shaking, his torso collapsed down to the ground, arms spread above
his head, forehead on the ground, ass still in the air, and still being
pounded by Josh's ongoing strokes.  After a few seconds, he stopped
screeching, but I could hear him breathing heavily and mouthing softly "oh
yes, oh yes, oh yes."  His face was still pinched in pleasure/pain/relief.
Josh kept going at it, enjoying it but not having the same reaction as
Travis.  I had no idea what just happened.  I would normally have been
scared but the boys started to hoot and holler as Travis had his seizure,
so I assume it was nothing to be afraid of.  Just then, the buzzer went off
and their time was up.

Josh looked back at Travis and said, "Some guys have all the luck.  Well
next time I'm gonna beat you to it, slut."  And then Josh eased off the
dildo, coming out of him with a slight slurp, leaving the other end still
stuck in Travis and the end previously in Josh's tight ass lewdly hanging
down from Travis' hole.  Travis was still giving off little shutters and
shakes but he managed to yell back at Josh, "Well I'm still gonna collect,
hm, I got the Big O first, hm, so you're gonna take one my...loads at our
next Victory Night.  Slut."  And I could see Travis smiling, with his face
still on the ground.

I looked over at Chris with some confusion, and once again, he was all too
happy to lean in and explain.  "Travis and Josh always pair up on exercises
like this and they have a little running bet, whichever one of them has a
Super O before the other wins.  The standing bet is whenever the team has
their next Victory Night, whichever one of them loses has to take one of
the winner's loads, even though the team won. Any way the winner wants.
Looks like Travis is gonna to get a pump a load into lil' Josh at our next
win.  I'm definitely gonna watch that one.  Maybe I'll even join in and
make Travis cum while pumping into Josh but also riding on my dick.  He
loves being in the middle of a fuck sandwich.  Dirty little fucker."

That was a lot of new information.  So, it seems like the whole jock world
here is obsessed with these Big O's, these prostate orgasms.  I guess it's
all they can get, so they obsess over it.  I've never had one before, so I
had no idea what that would even feel like.  It looked like Travis was on
fire when he just got his.  I was scared but also very, very intrigued.

As Josh was putting his cock plug and speedo back on, the tall Latino who
spoke to Chris earlier said to Josh, "I know you two have had this
competition since forever but I don't know why you keep at it.  We all know
Travis is the "Big O" king.  I bet he could get one just from walking to
school.  You barely win one out of 5 times.  Maybe you just love taking
Travis' loads, eh boy?"

Josh shot back, speedo in hand, "I don't remember you complaining whenever
I give you a piece of this ass. Right, Carlito?  And I'm just getting
started.  Every king gets dethroned sooner or later.  I'm gonna get even
better than Travis at getting those Big Os, just you wait and see.  Plus,
we both like a little friendly competition, keeps up on our toes.  Maybe
that's why we get at least two Big Os every week and you barely get one
once a month."  The rest of the team heard those snaps from Josh to Carlito
and gave out a collective, "AWWW damn!"

The Carlito just gave a good-natured nod of the head, stuck his tongue out
and like a ninja quickly gave Josh a loud slap on the ass before Josh could
pull his speedo back up.  For his part, Josh also stuck out his tongue and
gave Carlito a wink.

"Okay, okay, okay, wrap it up you dir-ty sex shop boys!"  A loud
Russian-accented voice boomed from one of the office doors, clearly this
was a coach.  He was not a tall man, 5'7" at most, blonde hiar and he
seemed much younger than I imagined a head coach to be.  He may not have
been tall but he was fairly stout, built.  Wearing what I imagine was the
coach dress code of polo shirt and slacks.  His main distinguishing
feature, which stuck out at me, was his piercings.  He had seven different
piercings in his left ear.  It made him look a bit sinister, like an S&M
supervillain.  Nothing else to make him look odd for a high school coach,
except the piercings.  Which made it stand out all the more.  He was a hot
man.

He shouted out, "No time to dilly dally!  We have much practice to be-gin.
Where is my new fish boy?  Step forward, boy."  The boys all quickly got in
a line and Travis scrambled to pick himself up off the floor, shove his
plug back into his lean ass, and step into his speedos.  Seemingly all in
one motion.  He was a very agile swimmer boy.

Chris shoved me in the shoulder, and I stepped away from the group and
walked towards the coach.

"Ah, Altamash.  Yes?" I nodded at the burly young coach.  "Yes, apparently
you are very strong swimmer.  But this is a team of strong swimmers.  You
must be great to even be good!  You understand?"  I nod again.  "Good.  But
swimming is only half of the talents I care about.  I don't see any sizing
records in your paperwork.  So, we will start at the bottom of the sizing
scale, just to follow procedures.  But we expect you to be a good swimmer
and a good boy whore on this team!  Isn't that right, you slut boys?"

The team then gave out a thunderous cheer of: "Stallions!"

The coach continued, "That's right.  So, you will be expected to suck and
fuck and ride cock after cock with the best of them.  Can you do that?"  I
started to break out into a bit of a panic, the thought of prostituting
myself to anyone who pays was mind numbingly scary...but also just a bit
intriguing.  So, I nodded for a third time.

"Well, we will see.  Will we not? Okay, mo-ti-vational speaking over.  Time
for the boss.  Coach Vicente!  The boy whores are ready to begin!"

Then out of the same door that the first coach came from, another man
appeared.  This man was older than the first coach, Latino, taller and
lither but clearly strong.  He had a goatee with flecks of white to show
his age, but clearly still a very sexy man.  Unlike the younger coach,
Coach Vicente definitely looked like he was a former pro-swimmer.  He had
the classic body shape of a top-notch swimmer, even at his age.  Clearly
the younger coach was the assistance, and this Coach Vicente was the head
swim coach.

He spoke to the group, "Thank you, Coach Yusef, I can tell the boys are all
riled up and ready to go.  Very good.  Now, this must be young Altamash.
Let me see."  At that he casually walked over to me and started to run his
hands all over me.  He grabbed my biceps and pecs, tweaking both of
nipples, which made me both gasp and immediately made them hard.  He cupped
both of my butt cheeks and felt up every muscle group in both of my legs.
The whole time he walked around me I just stayed almost completely still
and let him molest me – but it felt more clinical.  Like a man is sizing
up a horse for sale.

"Very nice, lithe young body.  But good musculature as well – firm ass.
And that ass is just the right amount of plump.  Nice big nipples,
obviously very sensitive.  I'm not sure which they are going to enjoy
sucking on more, you ass or your pecs haha!  But all in all, you seem like
you'll fit in nicely with my boys.  The best damn swim whores in Texas, am
I right you sluts?"

The team shouted in unison, "Yes, sir!"

"That's what I want to hear.  Now, I'm not sure how sizing worked back
wherever you came from, I already don't remember, but you're home now and
we do things a bit differently than most teams, even the ones at Central
Valley.  This is a tight knit team and we always support each other.  When
it comes to sizing, I mean that literally.  Boys, you know what to do."
And he gave a short whistle to signal them.

Suddenly, the boys all came at me and started to grab me.  I didn't really
fight it but instinctively started to squirm.  Chris leaned in and
whispered to me, "Don't fight it, fish.  Just let it happen."  And with
that I stopped struggling.  As a team, they all picked me up, four boys had
my arms and three boys were holding my legs, and Chris was right behind me
holding my chest up with his arms hooked into my shoulders.

Once I was up in the air, the boys all started to undress me.  First my
shoes and socks came off, then my pants came off with a rip, and then they
peeled my shirt off, until I was just in my underwear.  Seemingly on cue,
Coach Yosef came over and pulled them off with a flourish.  This was
clearly a well-rehearsed ritual they performed.  And just like that I was
completely naked, my cock was pressed against my chest, throbbing, with a
line of precum against my skin.  Between being naked, being held up by some
seriously sexy boys in speedos, and feeling all of that naked skin on mine,
I was beyond turned on but still ashamed for being so exposed in public.

But for all the shame, as much as I didn't want to admit it, all I wanted
at that moment was for someone to lean over and start to suck on my dick
right then and there.  Maybe Josh – I loved his sexy blonde boy body
already.  Chris was maybe the sexiest of the whole bunch but something
about him still scared me.  Instead, the boys started teasing and prodding
me.  One boy would lean over and suck on my nipple for a minute, while
another would start to rub my testicles.  While a third would caress my
hairy butt and crack.  I was in sensation overload.

Coach Vicente went to retrieve something from one of the racks against the
wall and left my eyesight.  As the boys were playing with my captive naked
form, and as I slowly died from shame and nervousness, Coach Yusef brought
a finger to the head of my penis, slipped it under the head of my penis,
brought it up, and then withdrew his finger quickly, making my penis slap
against my chest.  I gave out a loud, "UGH!"  The precum was being smeared
against my treasure trail in a mushy mess.  Before I could recover, he did
it again and again.  I gave a loud "UGH" every time and looked at him with
eyes pleading for him to stop.

He looked at me with a sinister smirk and said, "Nice, strong penis, I hope
you enjoy this hardon.  Don't get used to it much longer, haha."  Oh god, I
knew exactly what he meant and I was horrified.  How would I handle my
penis caged like all of them?

Then Coach Vicente returned with what looked like a mechanical drill, with
a digital monitor attached to the handle But instead of a drill, it ended
in a small cock plug from this universe, but this one was not black like
the ones that all of the athletes wore.  This plug was all red.

Coach Vicente pulled a small bottle out of his front pocket, popped open
the cap with one hand and poured some type of lubricant out on the cock end
of his drill, which we held in the other hand.  After pouring a large
amount, he returned the vial to his pocket and then proceeded to smear the
lube across the length of the small plug.

When he was done, we scooped up a small amount of the lube in his middle
and pointer finger and then slowly brought them to my completely exposed
butt hole.  I was a trembling with fear and anticipation and shame.  I knew
what comes next from the briefing reports but was still scared to death.  I
had never been touched like this before, like I was just a sexual object to
be played with, and certainly never in public like this.  It took all of my
composure to keep from screaming for them to let me go.

But.  At the same time.  Another part of me, hidden deep down inside of my
brain but just starting to peak out, was excited.  Wanted him to use me.
Wanted all of them to use me, over and over again, wanted them to do
unspeakable things to me.  Wanted what was about to happen.

At the time, that part of my brain seemed to be pretty small.  But that was
then.

Coach Vicente brought the lubed finger to my hole and started to smear it
around the edge.  Every nerve I had there was tingling.  I started to moan,
and in response two of the boys started to play with my nipples.  I felt
Chris come down and start to suck on one of my ears.  I felt like every
nerve in my body was getting amped up.  Then Coach started to press the
finger in and swirl it around.

"You like that boy?"  He was asking me.  I just kept giving out small moans
and nodded my head.  "Good boy."  He added a second finger and kept
swirling them both.  I felt so full, his fingers were long and meaty.  And
as ashamed as I was, it felt good.

While this was going on, Chris was sucking on my earlobe and whispering low
enough that no one could hear him, "That ass looks tight, I can't wait to
stretch you out myself.  The next time I get this cage off, you're gonna
sink down on my big brown dick.  Bet on it."  And then he bit down just bit
harder. I gulped at the thought.

But I didn't have any time to think about what Chris had planned for me,
because Coach Vicente slid his fingers out and for a brief second my hole
was empty.  Until he brought the tip of the cock plug against my loosened
and lubed-up hole.  He slowly slid it into me but it was rather small and
thin, so it didn't take much effort.  As it slid into my butt, I felt the
skin around my hole start to tingle.  Something about the material made me
feel a slight buzzing that radiated out from my ass to my entire body.
Even something as small as the tiny cock plug was making my toes curl.
Just a bit.

It felt very good.  But this was all so embarrassing, I didn't let myself
feel good.  I had to fight it.  This wasn't how a modest and decent boy
acts.  I wouldn't let them get the best of me.

After some light probing, Coach Vicente placed the plug all of the way
inside of me and rested the red tapered end against my lightly hairy ass
cheeks.  The swim team was holding me up and continuing to lightly tease
and tickle me, but they mostly just let the Coach do his work.

Coach Yosef stood off to the side with a clipboard, writing some notes, but
I would notice him peeking up to look at me.  I'm not sure why but I think
he liked seeing me uncomfortable and anxious.  I could just tell.
Something about the way he was looking at me and smirking.

"Alright, clearly you're in the green for Level 1.  Let's keep going,"
Coach Vicente wasn't looking at me anymore, just at his monitor.  He hit a
couple of buttons on the touchscreen and I heard a beeping.  And then with
a start I almost shouted out from surprise because the cock plug started to
hum and vibrate and grow inside of me!

I felt it both swell in girth and size.  My hole was already twitching from
just having it inside of me in the first place but now it was absolutely
convulsing from the movement.  Chris must have felt my breathing change
because he reached over and began to play with both of my nipples.  When he
did that, I did shout, "Oh fuck."

"I love to see an eager bottom boy, very good," Coach Vicente complimented
my erotic shouting.  There was a beep and the growing stopped.  "Okay,
Level 2 is still in the green, let's see how you handle Level 3."

Once again, the plug inside of me grew and it sent my sphincter into
convulsions.  I was on the edge of babbling until I heard the machine beep,
denoting that the growing stopped.  My ass was beginning to feel very
stretched.  I was trying to fight the sensations, but the pleasure was
overriding my fears.  This was now the biggest thing I have ever had in my
ass and I didn't know how much more I could take.  But that small part of
my brain wanted to find out.

At the same time, the sensations were beginning to change as well.  As the
plug grew, it began to touch other, deeper parts of my rectum and I could
definitely feel some kind of charge making my nerves tingle.  At first, I
thought it was some kind of electrical charge was being given out by the
machine but as the feeling grew I had another thought.  It felt more like
the material of the plug itself was moving ever so slightly.  Like little
nubs were constantly shooting up, massaging the walls of my rectum and then
going back down.  But I saw the cock plug, the material seemed no different
than the rubber or silicone that most sex toys back on my world are made
from.  What kind of technology is this?

Beep.  "Yep, as I estimatd, you are yellow zone for Level 3.  So that's
where we're going to leave it.  Not terrible but not great.  We're going to
have to do a lot of work on this tight ass to get you up to snuff.  I'm not
gonna let you stay at Level 3 for the whole school year."  The material was
starting to really drive me wild, even my penis was throbbing along with
the penetration.  At that Coach Vicente slowly slid the plug out of my ass
and suddenly I let out a loud, deep breath, like I had been holding it in
the whole time. Without the plug, my ass felt so too empty.  I looked at
the glistening three-inch-long cock plug on the machine and suddenly had
the impulse to push back on it.  I needed to feel that plug again, deep in
my ass.

"Coach Yosef, if you please."  I was still being held up and, at Coach
Vicente's cue, Coach Yosef went to the racks against the wall and came back
with a three-inch-long black cock plug.  He was even lubing it up with one
hand as he walked back to us.  Coach Vicente, still holding up the machine,
gestured with his free hand at my hole.  Yosef came over to me and held the
glistening plug up for me to see it for a second, and then brought it down
and held the tip against my hole.

He looked me right in the eyes and I couldn't help but stare right back.
He must have seen the hunger in my eyes because he started to give a big
wolfish smile right back at me.  Then he pushed.

I felt the head of the plug enter me, shaped just like a real penis, and
the rest of the head pop in after just a bit of give.  Yosef kept pushing
until my loosened ass sucked it right in all the way to base and I let out
a "oomph."  It felt amazing.  My insides were tingling all over and, as it
settled in my rectum, it felt like it was moving, like it was giving little
strokes against the walls of my rectum.  And then I felt it rubbing against
something inside of me that felt amazing.  I guessed that that was my
prostate.  Some part of the plug, I don't know which, seemed to be
perfectly angled to just gently rub against it.

It felt amazing, the caress was tender and light but insistent.  Something
in my stomach, near my groin, started to get hot.  I still can't describe
how that felt for the first time.  Like the plug was activating some part
of my body, of my nervous system, that had been dormant my entire life.  I
quivered out loud and the I could hear some of the swim boys start to
respond to my moans with "oh yeah" and "fucking good, right" and "hey
mikey, I think he likes it."

This whole time, I didn't realize it because I was so wrapped up in the
sensations, but Coach Vicente had reached for something small from his back
pocket and was taking it out of some kind of packaging.  When the item came
out of the box, which looked a bit like an Apple product box, it looked
like a small black ball.  The ball looked dense, like a centipede all
rolled up.  Coach Vicente hit a button on the black ball and I saw a small
blue light activate on the surface of the ball.

Coach Vicente took out his smartphone and started to hit some buttons.  The
sizing was done, so I wasn't sure why the boys were still holding me up,
but I just hung there and enjoyed the new sensations of being plugged and
slowly having my prostate massaged all at the same time.  But it was
strange, something about the small black ball was familiar.  I just
couldn't place it.

After a couple of minutes of intense concentration and typing on his
smartphone, Coach Vicente must have finished the "activation" because the
black ball began to hum and the blue light turned green.  Then, just like I
guessed, the black ball unfolded itself just like a centipede.  But it
didn't form a bug, seemingly by magic the material spread out and almost
like liquid formed itself into a new shape.

And, to my horror, that's when I remembered why it looked familiar.  It was
the same black color and material as all of the jock cock cages.  It had
folded itself into the shape of a cock cage!

But this was longer/larger than all of the other boys' cock cages, it
looked long enough to fit my entire penis like a sheath.  Coach Vicente
walked over to me with the black cage and stopped right where Coach Yosef
had stood to plug me.  He looked down at my sweaty, pre-cum soaked form and
said, "Have you shot a load today?"

I whispered out a meek, "No," and slowly shook my head.

He chuckled softly and said, "That's good, boy.  It always get you sluts in
more of a heat when you haven't cum recently.  But I'll be honest, once I
slip this one, I'm gonna bet you'll wish you had.  It might be a long
minute before you get another chance."  And then he took hold of my
throbbing, sloppy cock with one hand and with the other, started to lay the
cock cage over it.

I shouldn't have been surprised but it seemed to fit like a glove.  I
wondered if it would make me stay hard for the rest of my life?  Why was
only mine meant to go over a penis at full erection and no one else's was?
All of these questions swirled around my head.

Once the cage was on top of my penis, it didn't seem to be full closed,
almost like a jacket on half of my dick. It felt soft, almost like flesh,
like a warm palm or mouth was encasing my dick.  It didn't feel half bad.
For a second, I was relieved.  But then it started to move.

The first thing I felt was the part of the cage closest to my balls.  It
started to wrap around my balls, like a very viscous liquid rolling down my
balls but this had purpose.  It rolled and then wrapped around my
testicles.  After a few seconds, it was completely wrapped around my balls
and even sliding down in the areas around my taint.  It still felt like
warm flesh, but this was too weird.  I opened my mouth in a silent scream
in protest.

Something about the way it was wrapped around my balls and gently
humming/throbbing/constricting did a real number on my penis.  My erection
began to fade as I went more and more soft.  As my penis shrank, the cock
cage moved with it.  As my penis got smaller, the cock cage began to fully
encompass the cock and the open "jacket" became more and more like a cock
cage from my own universe.

After another minute, my penis was completely soft and the cage was in
place.  It was no longer moving and, in fact, seemed completely solid.  It
felt like this was the size it had always been.  I felt the cage against my
skin wherever it rested on me and it felt just like some kind of strong
plastic.  I never would have guessed what liquid madness it was capable of.

Coach Vicente gave it a playful flick, which made me flinch, and then he
stepped back and gestured for the team to put me down.

They quickly set me down on my feet but, since they knew what it was like,
two of the boys supported me by the arms for a few minutes.  Which was good
because between the mix of hormones and the feeling of fullness as the plug
settled in me, mixed with the new cock cage sensations, I was definitely a
bit wobbly at first.

Once I straightened up, the supporting boys let go, and I was just standing
here, completely naked but plugged and caged.  I had to admit it, I was one
of them now.  I was just another one of these whores.  A part of me wanted
to cry.  But I knew I had to be strong.

Coach Vicente addressed me, "Alright, you're all set.  But like I said we
have a lot of work cut out for ourselves to get you up to speed on how I
expect my sluts to perform both in and out of the pool.  I saw in your
records that you have never been caged before, so let me tell you a few
things.  One, don't worry about cleaning it or taking a piss or whatever.
The material is military-grade nano tech.  It will clean itself as well as
your penis automatically and it is constantly monitoring your vitals so it
knows when you're about to piss and will open up a piss slit when needed."

"Two, the old-timey cock cages made back before the nano-tech boom were
crude, but that was in the past, these are top-of-the-line.  You couldn't
wear those old plastic fuck toys for too long or else it would damage the
penis.  But these have been designed for your protection...even if not for
your pleasure."  He started to chuckle at his own line.  Seeing all of the
eye rolling coming from my fellow teammates, I guessed that this was a joke
he has made many, many times.

He continued, "So it knows if you are asleep and your body naturally needs
to have an erection to ensure continued blood flow.  It knows when your
penis needs air or stretching or anything else to ensure that no damage is
being done to you.  At least, not by the machine.  So, don't worry about
any of that."

"Third, don't even think about getting it off.  Not gonna happen.  And you
ain't gonna cum, no matter how hard you try.  Not unless one of your
customers decides he wants to take it off and see you shoot or he wants to
get fucked by your dick.  Even then, it goes back on the second the
customer hits the "end" button again.  And if the team wins a meet, you all
get to share in a Victory Night, just like all of the other teams.  And you
get to take out all of that cage rage out on the poor little sluts who you
just beat."  At that mention, the boys all gave out a simultaneous "Hell
yes, sir!"

"Otherwise, it's staying on for as long as I say.  But don't worry, I'm a
fair coach, if you perform well and I think y'all need some motivation, I
might let one of you get it off for a jizz break, if I think you deserve
one.  That's a big `if', though."

"Finally, this baby is all charged up with battery and Performance Juice
for the next six months but in six months we will have to recharge
both. Any questions, slut boy?"

I blushed anew at him calling me "slut boy", and I asked, with a slightly
dry voice.  "Just one, Coach, what is performance juice?"

I heard the boys around me start to snicker and give little whistles.
Coach Vicente explained, "Ah, yes, I keep forgetting you're not from
Texas."  More snickering.  "Performance Juice is already installed in your
cage.  It's embedded directly into the material and will slowly release
into your dick skin throughout the next six months."

"Here in Texas, we want you jock sluts to be properly motivated.  So, the
Performance Juice helps with that.  It's a cocktail of chemicals that do
several things.  You're going to have greatly increase jizz production,
whenever you're allowed to shoot.  Good for the customers and good for the
videos."

"Also, I don't know how else to say this, so I'll just spit it out.  It's
gonna make you horny as fuck."

"Pretty much all of the time."  I started to sweat again, and this time it
wasn't the plug.  It was like I could suddenly feel something against my
skin, something chemical.  But obviously, it didn't work like that, so it
wasn't the Performance Juice.  But my overactive imagination was making it
feel real all the same.

He continued, "I'm not gonna lie to you, the first few weeks are gonna be
rough.  All you're gonna think about is how to take dick in your ass and
your mouth and, most of all, when you get to cum next.  The boys here have
been pumped full of it for years at this point, so they're used to it by
now – most of them at least.  But for a newbie like you, you're about to
be put through it.  Point of fact, I reckon it's just starting to hit you,
ain't it, boy?"

Coach was right, I was really starting to sweat, and naked as I was, I
could feel the air moving around my body and it was like I was feeling it
for the first time.  I was being flooded by thousands of little tiny
sensations, the air running over my lower back, my sphincter felt like it
was throbbing against the plug, my nipples were rock hard from the cold
air, and even my mouth was kind of dry, like the kind of dry mouth you get
when you're incredibly turned on by something.

"Yea, you're gonna keep feeling all that. Every erogenous zone on your body
is gonna feel twice as good and you're gonna feel everything twice as
intensely.  Enjoy it, try to see through the sex haze.  But it's gonna be a
struggle.  You've probably heard the phrase "cage rage" already, I reckon.
Well every gift has to have a trade-off.  And that's a nasty one.  But you
gotta realize that Performance Juice has a purpose.  It's what makes our
teams into champions both here and in Texas as a state.  We turn you
ordinary sluts into cum-crazy super sluts to give you that extra
motivation.  Now, you'll do anything to win.  You'll do anything to get
that damn cage off and get to fuck your loads into your enemies all night
long."

"And when you're with a client, when they tell you to get down on your
knees in the middle of the mall and suck a load out of them right there in
public, you'll show them and everyone around how much you love it.  When
two construction workers buy you during their lunch break and spit roast
you right on their construction site, I want the videos their coworkers
post online to show the world what a good, sexy, dirty swim slut you are.
When a police squad tells you to lay face down, ass up across a fuck bench
in their precinct break room and to take two or three or four dicks in one
session, you'll love every second of it and every man for a mile around
that gangbang will hear it."

"In short, you'll make Central Valley High proud!  Am I right, boys?"  The
yell from the boys was deafening.  Even I got swept up and gave a shout.

He finished up, "But the only way to get past the next few weeks is to
embrace it.  So, while the boys here are gonna keep our usual swim
practice, I have other plans for you.  I'm sending you over to the football
team practice today.  That team is the best here at Central Valley and I
want you to train with the best.  Today they're having an "all fuck-skills"
practice, so I want you there.  Gotta get you trained up fast."

"But first, time for your team uniform."  I almost gave out a deep sigh of
relief at that.  Even as horny as they had forced me to become, between the
Performance Juice, being constantly sodomized with this magic plug, and
being groped while naked by a team of swimmers/whores, I was still me and I
could not stand even one more minute of being naked in public.  As horrible
it would be to be in a speedo all day for anyone to see – and to know
what they could do to me – it was still better than being as naked as I
was.  So, at least I have that.

Coach Yosef appeared next to me with his usual smirk and a black box to
give to me.  Presumably, this was my uniform.  I took it from him and
opened it greedily.  Was that an extra sinister twinkle in Yosef's eye?  I
almost noticed in the moment but was too eager to get something to cover up
my now caged up penis to really think about it.

I opened the box and was very confused.  Inside were a pair of red converse
shoes, matching socks, the gold and red nipple spikes, and nothing else.
No tiny red tank top, no speedo.  I looked up and the Coach was giving out
a big laugh.

The other boys all looked over at us to see what was so funny.  I looked
over at Coach Vicente and he knew more than he was saying too.

He announced loud enough for the whole team to hear, "Altamash, show them
what we gave you. Hold it up for the whole team."  I followed suit, putting
the box down and holding up the shoes, socks, and nipples spikes.

I saw surprise on all of the boys' faces.  It was Travis who then
innocently asked, "Where's the rest of his uniform, coach?"

"Haha, I thought this would be a `fun' way to tell y'all.  That _is_ the
new uniform."  The team started all asking questions at once in a sudden
teenage cacophony.

Coach Vicente held up his hand to silence them and continued, "Coach Yosef
suggested, and I agreed, that we needed to do more to start to close the
gap between us and the football team and the wrestling team.  They both
raise more than double what we do in community service funds.  Those boys
are sucking and fucking their way to the biggest pot of gold and we need to
start closing the gap."  I heard some under-the-breath moaning and groaning
at that from the rest of the team.  Clearly, they were embarrassed that the
coach was bringing up their funding deficit.  It must be a sore subject.

"So, Coach Yosef proposed that we need to remind the men of this town what
we're offering.  And I love the idea.  It's foolproof.  Your sexy naked
bodies are the best advertising we have – so let's show everyone.  I bet
you won't be able to walk down the street without a local neighbor or
office worker dragging you into their home or even the nearest park bench
to either dick you down or maybe just to eat those sweet asses out.  One
look at you and they know you're always one step away from taking their
cocks.  You'll be beating them off a stick and we'll show those other teams
who the real money makers are at Central Valley High."  This started to get
the boys reved up – I saw most of them all starting to nod their heads
and lick their lips at the thought.  The sluttier ones at least.

Coach noticed some glum faces and stopped his motivations speech to say,
"Chris, as team captain I expected you to be more enthusiastic.  You look
like I just shot your damn dog.  What the fuck?"  The cursing seemed to
take Chris aback, he looked a little less glum and more apprehensive.

Chris said, "Nothing Coach, its just that," he gestured at himself and an
equally un-thrilled Carlito, "you know me and Carlito are hardcore sluts,
we'll ride anything all day.  But we also love to top – and even these
boys know that we know how to dick down a slut with the best of them –
right you bottom boys?"  The other players, especially Travis and Josh
started to vigorously nod at that.  "If we go out there naked, with these
hot asses, you know everyone is just gonna want to pound us down all day.
Me and Carlito ain't never gonna get to blow a load in a tight ass."  He
started to really get himself worked up and said, "Not to mention, you know
the AV Club is hounding us in the hallways day and night, playing with our
plugs, making us beg for it and shit.  With us walking around naked, it's
gonna be open season on our asses for the whole school to fuck with all
day, yo!"

I saw some of the other players look down, worried for whatever is coming
next from the coach or Chris.  But Coach Vicente just walked over to Chris
and put a hand on his shoulder.  He looked deep in Chris' eyes and said,
"Chris, you know why I picked you as team captain.  All that passion.
Makes you a good swimmer and a good slut boy.  But you have to know how to
channel it – or else you'll turn into another Elian.  Skilled? Yes.  But
so much cage rage that it is bound to get him in trouble sooner or later."

"I want better for you.  Even more reason for this new uniform.  Teach you
not just to take it but to love it.  Maybe after you've taken a few more
dozen loads this school semester, something will click and you will learn
that your ass will always be your best weapon.  Not this," and he reached
down to cup Chris' cage to punctuate his statement.  "I know that from
experience, right mijo?"  Coach winked at that.  Chris looked at him hard
but then looked down and nodded.

One more pat on the arm and then coach walked away from the dejected team
captain and addressed the team, "So take off your shirts and speedos and
hand them to Coach Yosef.  From now on I want to see each and every one of
you naked, pumped, and always ready for dick.  Go get'em!"

The boys started to take off what little clothing they had and walk over to
hand them to Yosef.  Soon the whole room was full of naked boys with black
cock cages and black plugs sticking out of their asses – only the school
color nipple rings to differentiate the swim team from the other school
jocks.  Finally, even Chris complied, peeling off his tank tap and speedo
with a pout, leaving his large cock cage bouncing in the air.  It was so
sexy to see his completely naked body.  His every muscle was taut and hard
and his ass was definitely the best on the team.  Huge and muscled.  With
all of the Juice running through me, it took all of my self-control not to
go over and put my face right into it.

While they were all stripping, I put on the sock and shoes.  But then I was
just holding the nipple spikes in my hands.  Coach Yosef caught me holding
them and walked over to me.

He said, "You must need some help getting those one.  Let me." And before I
could give my permission, he took them out of my hand.  He took the gold
one and pressed one of the sharp ends against my left nipple and he hit
some kind of small button on the side of it and, with a motion too fast to
be seen, it stabbed into my nipple and embedded itself perfectly in the
middle.  I gave out a loud shout that made everyone start laughing.  It
hurt like hell but only for a second.  Even the "pain" felt more like
pressure in a place I had never felt that kind of pressure before.  There
was no blood, which I took as a good sign.

The nipple spikes must be the same type of nano-tech as the rest of the sex
toys lodged in my body.  I was becoming half machine!

He took the red one and did the same to my right nipple.  I shouted again
and the boys all laughed again.  But then the pain was gone.  In fact, my
nipples felt even more sexually sensitive now.  And they were already the
most sensitive part of my body.  Coach Yosef inspected his handiwork and
then started to slightly twist them both.  I had to close my eyes; the
sensation was so intense.  I think I gave out little moans too.  I don't
even know.

Yosef liked this.  A lot.  He stopped but then he leaned in and said, "I
will see to your training personally. You'll see boy.  You'll be a boy slut
yet."  My mouth ran dry.  I was so horrified and excited by this.  All of
this.

After he walked away, I looked down at my body and saw what I looked like.
Completely naked, except for nipple rings, a cock cage, and a cock plug.
And I would have to walk around in public like this, all day, every day.
Waiting for someone to either grope me and keep walking or for them to buy
me on an app, like I was a taxi ride, and then using me however they wanted
to until their time was up.  Taking it all in, really thinking about, I was
almost in tears.  The shame.  The humiliation.  This wasn't who I was
supposed to be!

But the more I imagined it, the more the Juice was starting to infect my
thoughts.  I was on the verge of tears.  But I was also starting to
casually reach up to rub my own nipples.  Or squeeze my ass cheeks so the
plug would slide into me deeper, before pushing back out.  I was caught
between my old modesty and this new primal lust.  It felt like the two
parts of my mind were at war.  And I had a suspicion who was winning...

Once all the boys were set, he shouted, "Okay, Coach Yosef, get the boys
ready for swim practice."

"You heard the Coach, swim sluts, get to it.  I want to see those sexy
asses in the pool, now, now, now."

Coach Vicente then focused on me, "Altamash, you heard what I said earlier,
take that tight, hairy ass of yours over to the football team.  I already
told the football coach that you would be joining them."

"And Chris here will be joining you to introduce you to the football team.
In fact, he's going to escort you everywhere today to show you the ropes
and get you settled.  You do everything he tells you to do, you got that?"
I nodded with a deep dread.

He finished, "Good.  Well, off you go.  Hustle boys!  Don't want you to
miss a thing.  And consider this a gift, Chris.  Something tells me you're
really going to enjoy the football team's practice today." And he winked.
Even though Chris exploded at him and questioned his order only minute ago,
he must have a real soft spot for his team captain.  The warmth was
obvious.  To go out of his way to be nice to him.  Even if he was
essentially just a product pimped out by the coach.

Chris shoved me playfully, though it still hurt a bit, and we walked out of
the pool hall.  As we left, I could hear splashing as the boys started
practice.

Once we were out of the building, I could feel the sun on my naked skin and
I felt shame all over again.  Hit me like a ton of bricks.  This was my
life now, a naked whore walking around a high school for all the world to
see, in a world filled to the brim with every kind of pervert imaginable.

We started walking and we barely got to the end of the fence around the
football before Chris suddenly grabbed me from behind and walked me to the
fence and pushed me against it.  I reached up and held onto the chain link
to steady myeslf.  My heart was beating fast because I had no idea what was
coming next.  I knew what this big sexy top was capable of and I had no
idea what was coming next.

He said, "Coach said to do everything I say to do, right?"

I meekly answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."  With one hand still on my shoulder blades, he brought another
one down to my cock plug and got a good hold of it.  He slowly started pull
it out and push it back in in little tiny strokes.  It felt so fucking
good.

"Because I'm gonna make sure you spend the day sweating.  And remind you
that, from now on, I own this ass." And he started twisting the plug inside
of me.

-- End of Chapter Five --