Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 16:26:08 -0600 From: ismael hernández Subject: From school jock to cum slut - part 8 Hello everyone. I bring you the another part of this story, I hope you like it :) I'm answering all the mails, I really appreciate your comments, feedback an ideas, I really do. If you are liking it, please consider donating to this great website that allows us to find each other through these stories at the link https://donate.nifty.org/. Disclaimer: Remember that all characters involved in this story are of legal age +18. It is a fictional story whose sole purpose is to entertain, it does not promote or condone any type of act contrary to the law of any country and should not be read by minors. *** "Are you sure you won't get into trouble, son? I think it looks very short." "Not at all, Mom. I feel like it's too long, and it bothers me from running the way I'd like, and I have a game this weekend, so I'd like it not to be in the way." "Well, don't say I didn't warn you." My mother took my soccer uniform shorts and began cutting the fabric as I had asked. The shorts reached my knees, like those of all my teammates, but lately, I wasn't thrilled about that. So, I asked her to make them shorter and raise them. My mother knew how to sew, so it didn't take her long to help me and make the shorts much smaller. I wanted them to be above my thigh, barely covering my ass. Additionally, since the uniform design hadn't changed for years, I searched for one of my old shirts and found one that fit more snugly. The current one was quite loose, so like the shorts, I wanted it to look more fitted. Would I get into trouble? I wasn't sure. A few months ago, perhaps not. I had immunity to everything as the captain and star of the team. But now, things were different. I had stopped going to the gym and consequently lost muscle mass. The coach had noticed these things and let me know more than once, maybe not as a reprimand, but as a way of drawing my attention. But I didn't really care anymore. I didn't care about being the captain of the soccer team, or maybe not as much as before. My mind was elsewhere: in my dance and rhythmic gymnastics classes, in my hair salon appointment to change my hair, in touching up my nails, in gradually changing my wardrobe to clothes more suitable for the girl I was becoming. Besides, I wanted to start using my chastity cage permanently, which I couldn't do if I had to shower with my friends after every practice. Or at least not until I knew their reaction. So many changes were happening that, at that moment, in the final year of X, sports were taking up more time than I wanted. A voice in my head kept reproaching me for that, that I was setting aside everything I liked and what used to be important to me to fulfill an infatuation and my obsession with Adrien. However, that voice was becoming easier to ignore. I didn't know how good that was, but in the end, it was my last year. I could afford it, right? "I'm going out for a run, okay, Mom? I'll be back in a bit." "Of course, son. Be careful. See you," she replied, placing herself in front of the sewing machine and adjusting the shorts underneath. I left the house. I made sure my mother wasn't watching me from the window and that my father's car wasn't coming up the street. I took off my shirt, cap, and pants. Underneath, I was wearing a black Nike sports bra and matching booty shorts. They had arrived at my house that afternoon, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to wear them for the first time. So, I hid my male clothes under one of the garden hedges and headed towards the trail a few kilometers behind my house. It was a route surrounded by trees that opened into a park and then ventured into a small forest. It was a cloudy day, perfect for running without fear of getting sunburned or feeling too hot. The first few kilometers were a bit challenging because, well, in addition to the sportswear, I was wearing my chastity cage. Without it, my bulge was too noticeable, which bothered me. With it, I looked flat from the front because I also wore a gray thong underwear. I wore my chastity cage as much as I could, but this was my first time wearing it in public and while running, so it took me a while to adapt. However, after three kilometers, I barely felt it. It was slowly becoming a part of me. Not having a bulge between my legs was becoming a part of my life... the way Adrien like it. I liked how the sports bra felt. I mean, there wasn't a chest bouncing with every step, but its snug fit on my skin pleased me. It reminded me of the girl I was gradually becoming. Wearing this type of clothing also made me aware of my changes. As a guy, you never feel the air on your belly or thighs because you always wear a shirt and shorts that are too long. You don't feel the sway of your long hair at your neck because you always keep it short. You don't feel your thighs rubbing against each other because there's always something between your legs preventing it. But now, I was feeling these new things, and I loved it. The trail was practically empty, as expected on a weekday afternoon. There were some runners scattered too far away for me to feel uncomfortable, but all that changed when I reached the park. There, I found a group of guys my age. They were next to their road bikes, chatting among themselves. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at their faces, but luckily, I didn't recognize anyone; they didn't seem to be from my school. I picked up the pace a bit, but then thought better of it and slowed down. I passed by them, and immediately, their laughter and voices disappeared. All that could be heard were my footsteps on the ground. When I moved a few meters ahead, I caught snippets of what they were saying. "Is it a boy or a girl?" "I don't know man, but that ass..." "...maybe a faggot..." Their words excited me, but I didn't turn around. My dick wanted to rise from its cage, but it was impossible. That excited me even more. I kept running. It wasn't a coincidence that they saw my butt. I had stopped going to the gym, but not exercising on my own. I had set aside weights and machines and now focused more on glutes and leg exercises. I wanted to have a desirable ass for Adrien, something that looked good in the clothes I was wearing now. I had bought several items online, and for each one that arrived, I got rid of something masculine. When panties and thongs arrived, I took out boxers and briefs from my underwear drawer. When a white blouse and my sports bras arrived, I took out some shirts from the closet. Leggings and leotards arrived for my dance classes, and with them, I took out sports shorts that reached below my thighs. I was gradually changing my wardrobe. I had covered six kilometers when I felt the need to listen to music. Hearing my steps against the ground and my breath was becoming annoying. However, I didn't have my headphones - for some reason, much of the girls' clothing didn't have pockets - so I had to settle for it. The silence was seized by the voice inside me that, in the solitude of the trail, sounded louder than ever: "It's not too late to put an end to this nonsense and return to normalcy. Get home, wipe off that makeup, buy decent clothes for a boy your age, forget about Adrien, and live your last year of school as a normal man. Your little adventure was good, but you must end this once and for all. People are starting to notice that you're becoming... weird. Don't throw away your life for a whim, your decency, your honor, your prestige... Do you want this for the rest of your life? To be a prostitute? Is that what you want, Dany? Think about it, for God's sake, it's not too late yet..." The voice was interrupted by footsteps behind me. They ran almost at the same pace as me but sounded heavier. I felt them getting closer, and seconds later, on my left. I didn't want to turn around; it's never pleasant to hear steps behind you, but a voice caught my attention. "Hey baby." I turned. It was a guy my age. Blonde, with piercing blue eyes. He had braces and freckles sprinkled across his face. He had the body I used to have before taking the pills to reduce muscle mass. "Hey, hi," I replied without stopping. "Mind if I run with you? I forgot my headphones, and I hate running alone in silence." "I forgot mine too," I smiled. "Sure, we can run together. How much distance have you covered?" "About... 6 kilometers," he said, looking at his Apple Watch. "And you?" "About... ten," I said, looking at mine. "I'm almost done." "Oh, it's a shame; I wish we had met earlier... Do you go to school N?" "No, I'm from school Y... Why?" "Oh, nothing, I go to N, and you looked familiar. You have a very sexy body, if I may say so," he said, smiling, showing his braces and blushing even more than he already was. "Oh, thank you very much, I appreciate it a lot... you also have a very sexy body. With lots of muscles and all," I said, equally blushing. "Do you like them? I'm on the school gymnastics team." "Really? Me too, although I'm in rhythmic gymnastics." Damn, damn, damn. The roles had reversed. I used to talk to girls like this, use these same tactics, but now they were being used on me, and damn it, they were working. I decided to go with the flow, just for that moment, to see what would happen with this stranger. I wouldn't think of myself as Dany, or as the captain of anything. I would just go with it, without remorse, without guilt. I would deal with them later. "Really? That's beautiful; you must look very handsome in your uniform. You should drop by school N... you could come to see me, or if you want, try out for the gymnastics team there. It's not exclusive to the school." "Sounds good... but I'm not very good, I'm just starting." "I can train you if you want." "Are you serious?" "But you'd have to ask me nicely and say 'please.'" We both laughed. We continued running while chatting. His name was Jack, and indeed, he was my age. He was the captain of the gymnastics team, a proud Boy Scout who liked video games, was single, went jogging almost every afternoon, liked horses, and had his own car. I was in love... and soaked with precum. If it weren't for my chastity cage, I would have had a huge boner in my shorts. I prayed that the precum wouldn't start dripping down my leg. In the end, we ended up exhausted, ran more than planned, and finished panting. We walked back, trying to catch our breath. "I have a couple of water bottles in my car. It's parked near the park; I can share one with you if you want. I'm not a serial killer, I promise." He said and raised a hand "Scout's honor." "Even if you were... I'm so exhausted that I couldn't run away." We walked very close together. Our hands brushed with every step, but neither of us pulled away to avoid it. Then we arrived at his car. The group of guys on their bikes was no longer there; the place was almost deserted. Jack opened the trunk of his Charger and threw me the bottle, which I caught easily. I turned my back to look at the horizon, where the clouds were getting darker, when I felt his hands on my waist, gently moving down. He grabbed the edges of my thong and forcefully lifted them. It would have been painful if I hadn't put on my chastity cage. "I go crazy when sissies like you wear thongs and it shows like that while you run," Jack said in my ear, getting so close that I felt his dick between my ass cheeks, pressing against his shorts. "Besides... let me guess..." his hand slid down to my crotch until it reached my cage, which he palpated and gave a few light taps. "Phew, and with a little cage too... you have the whole package, baby." "Something like that," I could smell his lotion mixed with his sweat. I didn't want to move; I didn't care if anyone saw us. I was hypnotized by that smell. However, Jack separated from me. "For a Z grade guy, you're quite horny." "Did you say Z grade?" I had left Z-grade in school a long time ago. Did Jack think I was younger than him? But we were the same age. However, I didn't correct him. I wanted him to think I was younger and he was more mature than me. "Well, I can't help it. Especially with someone as handsome and strong as you." "Thanks, baby, you flatter me. Do you want me to take you home? It's already night, and it might rain later." "Oh, well, only if it's not a bother for you." "Not at all, please get in." He opened the passenger door like a true gentleman and closed it after me. There were several cans of Monster, Red Bull, and McDonald's bags scattered everywhere. In the back was a large backpack, and his gymnastics uniform peeked out from it. He got into the car and, smiling again, started the engine. His smile was charming, one of those that warms you from the inside. His braces made him look much cuter. I thought he was going to ask me to give him a blowjob; in fact, I wished he would, but he didn't. He simply took me by the thigh while driving. I gave him directions to my house, and in less than 15 minutes, we had arrived. A light rain had started, so I prepared to run, pick up my clothes from under the hedge, and enter the house. However, Jack stopped me. "Here, put this on before you go down, please." It was his school jacket, a Varsity-style one. "It's not necessary, really; it's not raining so hard. Also, how do I give it back to you?" "No, but you just did a lot of exercise. I don't want you to get sick, baby. Besides... it's a good excuse to see you again," he said and gave my chastity cage a few taps that jingled. "Thanks, Jack." We exchanged phone numbers; I put on his jacket and got out of the car. I grabbed my clothes and went into the house, and it was only then that Jack accelerated down the street. *** His jacket smelled like him, too much. I didn't want to take it off, but I also didn't want to stain it. With great sadness, I took it off and placed it on my bed. I made sure my bedroom door was closed and went to my mirror. I took several photos with my running outfit; in some, my face was visible, and in others, I decided to wear a black mask, making me look like a real girl. Each photo was more provocative than the previous one. Gradually, I removed my clothes until I was only wearing my chastity cage. Then I went to the bathtub. I positioned the phone camera to face me and took out the dildo I had hidden in the bathroom cabinet. I lubricated it and myself, and started recording as I inserted it. I had been doing this several times a week, and each time, it went in more easily. I wanted to buy a larger dildo, but my savings were running out. I had to find a part-time job. I spent twenty minutes with it when I felt an orgasm forming inside me, but like every other time, it didn't climax. Instead, I wet myself without real semen coming out. I moaned like one of the girls I saw in porn videos, calling Jack by his name, imagining that he was the one fucking me. I turned off the camera then. I took a hot bath, and when I finished, still aroused, I inserted three fingers into my anus to masturbate again, this time on my bed. Then I realized that three fingers weren't enough, so I put in four. I was so, so open; I only needed one more to be able to fist myself completely. I wanted to try it, but before achieving it, I wet myself again. I loved those ruined orgasms... internally, I wished they would ruin my erections somehow. It would be a great advantage not to have them and always be flaccid. I was starting to find more pleasure in feeling something in my ass than in a real orgasm. I wiped the mixture of precum and piss that I had spread on my legs with a towel and prepared to take off the cage. However, I decided to try something new and sleep with it, maybe even wear it to school for the first time the next day. Just the thought excited me again, but I was exhausted by that point. I couldn't wait to find out what Adrien thought about it. At least I knew that Jack liked it, a lot. That night, I couldn't sleep very well; I woke up from time to time, feeling the chastity cage pressing against my cock. I assumed that with time, I would get used to that sensation or that I would stop having erections. I reallyu liked the second option better. The clothes I was wearing now looked better without a huge erection in the way; it gave them a much cleaner and correct look. Anyway, when my alarm went off, I got up and showered. That day, I chose to wear pink panties with a bow at the front and the long socks Adrien had given me. I put on the uniform, grabbed my backpack, and left home after a quick breakfast. I felt excited to wear something so provocative under the uniform while projecting that image I had always given: a self-assured jock who only thinks about sports. Well, that was the case until recently because my reflection in the car windows and stores was projecting something different. My walk was more feminine, and I had developed the habit of touching my hair or ass without realizing it, something that didn't look masculine, at all. This time I hadn't run into Adrien on the way, but it didn't matter; I would look for him at lunchtime. I arrived at school and sat with my friends; they greeted me like any other day. However, that day was different for me, with the cage and my lingerie; I was being my true self under the clothes I was wearing. We talked about the weekend's game, training, how our last games wearing the Y school uniform would be. I paid attention, made some irrelevant comments, nodded, but the truth was that my mind and eyes were elsewhere. Just like in the swimming practice, I now saw my friends as the athletic and handsome guys they were. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before, but at least now I couldn't help but see the veins in their arms, their white smiles, their pants stretched by the muscles in their legs. Would any of them let me please them if I asked? Would any of them be a little fag like me? I wasn't sure; the bulges in their pants made it clear that they didn't wear chastity cages. No, they were real men, with body hair and sculpted muscles, they sought to look bigger and stronger, whereas I was the opposite. I was more like one of their girlfriends, or at least on my way to becoming one. Ugh, my panties were so wet, and the day was just starting. "Hey Dany, have you looked for a part-time job, or do you know of any around?" Alex suddenly asked, waking me from my daydream. "I haven't seen any, but I should look for one. I'm running out of money very quickly." "Really? Why?" "I've been making a lot of purchases... mostly clothes and some... silicone figures." "Why buy clothes when we always come in the same uniform?" "Well, some of us have a life outside of school and the soccer field, Alex" I replied, giving my friend a punch on the arm. "I want to save up to buy a car, but with school and training, I don't have time for anything else" he replied, sighing, and slumping in his chair. "I think I'll have to apply to a restaurant to be a waiter or wash dishes." "Same here, I'll start looking for something... if I find out anything, I'll let you know" I replied, and he smiled at me. Damn it, I had friends who were too handsome, and I was just realizing it. "By the way, are you changing your look? Every time I see you, your hair is longer, you look much thinner, and I don't know, like you appear happier? It's something in your face." "It's true" Luca commented as he finished his Starbucks coffee. "You look different. Much thinner, but well, not sick thin. And I had never seen you with such long hair, at least not since I've known you." "Yes, I'm not saying it because you look bad, in fact, you look very good" Alex added again. "Oh, well, thanks, I don't know what to say. I've just let my hair grow and followed some beauty tips from Amy. Nothing too feminine, of course, but taking care of my nails, hair... also some internet advice like getting my ears pierced. I mean, it's our last year, it's the perfect time to do things we always wanted, it's our last chance to try new things." "You're right... that's why I want to buy a car, have money to go out and do whatever I want" Alex pointed out. "That's why I'm not going to the gym as much now; I want to focus on pleasing... pleasing those things I didn't do because I was training." My friends nodded, and we talked about how it was indeed the last chance to do what we wanted before not seeing each other again, or at least not in the environment we were accustomed to. I was very surprised that they took it so well, and that excited me. Apparently, they weren't as closed-minded as I had come to think, or at least that's the impression they gave me. In the end, there was a big difference between saying a few nice words, and I told them that I was in chastity and being Adrien's slave. *** WWow, wow, wow, wow, I can't believe you got it baby," Adrien told me as he looked down my pants, "Plus it's super small, it's completely flat, it's like you're not even a man anymore. I love it, I love it. I want to blow you, you know?" his eyes locked on mine, "I want to give you a blowjob in the cage so you can't come. Look how you're all wet, like a girl. Dany, are you sure you're not one? I've never seen anyone get as wet as you." "At this point... I don't know anymore," I said and laughed. We came out of the bathroom. It wasn't lunchtime yet, but I couldn't wait to show the cage to Adrien, who, by the sight of his crotch, had gotten too excited about the idea. But he would have to wait a little longer before he could de-stress and fulfill his needs. I didn't care about mine anymore; in the end I couldn't even cum. "Are you going to leave it permanently?" He asked in the hallway, making sure no teacher saw us. Technically it was forbidden to be in the hallways during class. "That's what I want, but with swimming and soccer... I have to use the showers and wear a speedo, so I don't know what would happen." "Well, it will happen that your friends will see how submissive you are, and that you are no longer like them, now you are there to serve them and me," his innocent smile contrasted with his words. I still couldn't believe that someone I was looking down on and with whom there was such a difference in size was completely dominating me. "It's your decision, baby, but if you want to have a tiny dick that won't stand up anymore, I'd say leave it in permanently." "I'll think about it daddy." "I'm so turned on by you calling me daddy... you have no idea how much. You're a senior and you do what I tell you to do... ugh, not even in my most creative fantasies had I contemplated the idea of a younger master." We walk to our classrooms slowly. The sound of our footsteps bounced through the deserted hallways. The silence was only interrupted by the voices of the teachers teaching in their classrooms. "By the way, I wanted to ask you, you told me these socks and panties were yours, right? Why did you have them?" I asked. "Ah, well... it's just that before I met you, I was a bit mmm well I was bottom" he let out a nervous giggle and shook his golden hair out of his face "and also femboy, you know? In fact, I was very submissive, but with you, well, I realized that it's more fun to be dominant. I don't think I'll ever be bottom again, at least not with you bitch, not if I have that little ass to fill whenever I feel like it," he spanked me and stole a kiss in the middle of the hallway. I panicked, looked in all directions, but fortunately we were alone. "Hey... what if one day..." I started to say shyly. Damn it, I wasn't shy until I met this guy. "What baby?" "What if one day we both do it dressed as girls?" A door opened behind us, and a teacher came out of it. He was looking at his cell phone, but when he noticed our presence, he looked up and asked if we didn't have to be in class, to which we both went our separate ways without me hearing an answer. I was so wet that now my pants were getting dark from the precum. At this rate I would have to change my panties before noon.