APP HAZING - PART 5
Darren hitches up his dufflebag as he smiles at the university he attends. No, he's not a student; he just dropped out when he was overwhelmed by the level of intellectualism of the classes he took on a few years ago. But he had serious talent as a football player, so he plays for one of the academy's teams.
Back in the early 21st century, a football player in school was required to earn good grades to be allowed to play. Because of that, too many illegitimate allowances were made to let dumb jocks succeed while promising scholars were forced to be ignored due to school politics -- you know, like how a jock could win at a science fair for presenting a banana peel over a nerd who constructed a perfect demonstration of cold fusion.
So a few decades later in that era, the board of directors cut out the middle man and reorganized the sport since the system was misused in such a way, and decided to keep intellectualism and athleticism in their own respective places rather than mucking up in such a way were a nerd isn't torturing himself in dodgeball or a jock blowing a fuse in his brain trying to get through a simple science experiment.
At the very least, that's how one of Darren's career counselors tried to explain it. Honestly, it's too complicated, and Darren's just happy to play his favorite sport, get paid to do it, and get credits with what he excels at. One day, he'd like to be a coach so he can teach more athletes to be the best they can be.
Darren struts through the lockers and takes in the musty smell of sweat, deodorant, and stale soap while he passes through. It is great to be home.
"Heeeeeey D-Man!" Says a buff member of the team as he claps at Darren's hand.
"Sup, bitch?" Darren grins as they clasp hands and bump in for a `bro-hug'
"Hey man, good to see you!" Says another player.
"Still alive, bruh!"
"You doing okay? You look great! Weren't you totally killed, man??"
"Dude." Darren takes off his shirt and sat down at a bench, "Real talk, I almost died."
"Fuck, man! How are you still walking around?? I heard you were blown to pieces or something!"
"KIND of." Darren says, "See, I was with this hot foreign exchange girl who loves going to museums. So, I took her to this one about history weapons or old wars stuff, I don't know. It was really boring. Then out of nowhere, this huge explosion happened right next to us and..."
"... And?"
"Then what?"
"Uuhh..." He hesitates. Darren's not sure if now would be a good time to tell them his entire pelvic and buttock region was completely disintegrated and he had to get a lot of things' reconstructed with bio-tech -- let alone that he has to have Gary Fairy' control his dick, especially what he's already been doing with it for shits and giggles.
"Just..." Darren shrugged off, "Made it out in one piece, don't know how. Guess I was lucky?"
"Well, good to have you back, man." A teammate pats him on the shoulder.
"Don't go dying on us."
"Right, lets get down to business before Coach rips our heads off!"
Darren smiles and chuckles as he gets up and goes to his locker to get ready with his buddies.
Gary walks out of his Calculous period and heads towards the cafeteria. Today's the first day since the accident and Darren returned to the university's football team. God, wouldn't it be hot if Darren got it on with his teammates in the lockerroom?
"Mmh, really wanna make that happen somehow... Too bad the other members are as straight as he is." Gary casually lamented as he brings up his phone. He chuckles as he takes the ERECTION dial, and moves it up, "Just call me Eris; the goddess of discord. Hahahah..." Gary chuckles as he gets in line at the teriyaki counter in the café.
Meanwhile, Darren gets in line with the rest of his naked teammates; nothing homoerotic about getting in line with your buddies for a towel and soap packet for a pre-game shower.
Darren smiles as he feels himself at home more. Heh, if Gary was here, that little queer would probably be drooling like some retarded dog. Like, gays can't be trusted here! Bunch of men just needing to take a shower, and some little homo would just be asking to suck every dick if he were to just come in here and...
The teammate in front of Darren, Kevin waits patiently for his the next few mates to get their toiletries when he feels something hot and hard suddenly flop up into his exposed crack and immediately snuggle right into his smooth butt. He jumps and irks from the mild intrusion "Ah, what the??" He whips around and glares at Darren. He looks down, then up, and down again before giving a disgusted look at him.
"Uhh... What?" Darren asks as his pal gives him a vicious frown.
"Dude! Your dick, man!"
"What?" Darren looks down and gaps as he sees his 9-inch dong lovingly nuzzle into Kevin's butt. "Oh shit, oh my God!" Darren jerks back and bumps his booty into the other teammate's crotch.
"Dude, watch it!"
"Look, I'm sorry! My dick's acting up!"
"Darren, I don't want your cock anywhere near my ass!"
"I don't either, man! I swear, it's just-"
"Fuckin' gay, faggot!"
"HEY! Don't you fuckin call me-"
"LADIES!" Barked Coach. The teammates gapped as they see their huge and commanding coach approach them. Darren's face catches fire as his dick flexes at the sight of their massive leader -- With a pot-belly on his very muscular frame, the dark tan wall of meat, fully dressed in short-shorts with that whistle dangling from his thick neck. His forearms and his legs/thighs sport a very thick layer of hair, as does his lower jaw and under his hat. "Is there a problem..." His eyes glance down and sees Darren's member at full hardness "My God, Darren. You have a serious woody going on, boy!"
"Coach, Darren was trying to freaking peg me!" Kevin protested.
"NO! I wasn't!" Darren shouts, "My dick is robotic! I don't know how to-"
"Alright, LISTEN!" Coach shouts, snapping them all into silence along the long line of athletic nude young men. Coach always did have a short fuse. There isn't a football student alive who was ever able to say so much as a single excuse on him.
"Kevin." He pointed, "What the hell have I told you about trying to throw around jackass accusations?"
"Uh... Not... Do that..." Kevin nods.
"Good girl. Maybe your dad bought that whenever you threw your brothers under the bus, but try that bullshit with me again, and I will jam a whole bottle of Viagra down your throat and make you do 20 laps bare-assed around the school!"
"Y-Yes, Coach..."
"And Darren!" Coach snapped at him, quickly gaining his attention, "You best get your lumberjack under control, or so help me, I will grab you by the schlong and drag your ass to the nearest farm and have you milked with the rest of the freaking cows until you learn how to point that thing! You understand?"
"Coach, I swear, I don't have full control of my-"
"DO YOU. UNDERSTAND ME?" Coach bellowed as one of his boys dared to even try to argue.
Darren nods down, genuinely intimidated by his superior. Kevin looks down and raises his eyebrows as Darren's cock goes shrinks and lowers, softening up at a quick rate until it was at a normal and tame 5 inches. "... Yes, yes Coach..."
"Good." Coach then looks up to the team, "The REST of you, LADIES! You know my policy! If you screw around in MY court, I will break each and every one of you piece by piece! Now wash up!!!" He yells out before he goes back to his own office.
Meanwhile, Gary scoffs at his app, "That's weird" He commented as he works his chopsticks into the noodles of his yakisoba, "His dick just went soft on his own." He opens it up and moves the dial again, a little slower this time. He just loves being able to watch as he personally controls a penis -- heck, if it were just a game simulator, he'd be okay with that. The fact that it's Darren for sweet revenge is just a bonus!
Darren gets his towel and his soap from the distributor of the locker and goes to the group shower with the rest of his teammates. He picks a showerhead and starts it up before starting up his wash.
"Dude, Coach is a freaking monster."
"Hey, don't look at me! Darren's the one trying to get all Wrecking Ball with my ass!"
"I swear, it wasn't me!" Darren protests as he gets the suds on him. "You know I only fuck gir..." His eyes widen a little as he feels a hot tingle in his cheeks and his balls, "Uh-oh..."
"So what, your cock just turn gay or something??" Kevin asked as Darren turns around.
"N-No! Okay?? I told you my dick is just..." He winces as he can already feel a chubby rising to the occasion, "It's still getting used to shit, you know?"
"What, by shoving it in Kevin's ass?" Laughs Jack as he scrubs himself, "That DOES make sense!"
"Jack, shut up, man! Damn!" Darren barks with his head over his shoulder. Why is he getting a hard-on NOW??!
"Dude, why are you getting so pissy all of a sudden?"
"Ah come on, Jack" Gloats Paul, "You know how temperamental gay dudes get. Right, DARREN?"
"Shut UP, MAN!" Darren whips around and points at Paul. The guys scoff but then look down and see Darren sporting that massive boner again, "I'm not some fucking faggot!" After a second, he looks and gaps, "Gah, FUCK!" He turns right around to hide his throbbing pride from his laughing teammates.
Fuck, he's getting horny. Just by scrubbing his pecs and roaming his hands on his biceps just turns him on. Eventually, the guys just about had their laugh and died out, just in time for Darren's fingers to fold down to below his balls. "H-Hoohh" He shudders and stifles a quiet moan as he starts to rub his balls around more and more. Oh God, it feels great just to play with his nuts. He closes his eyes and moans longingly as rolls his loose orbs around and around between his legs...
"Ohhhhhh... Nnnnhh... Ohhhhfffuuuuuuuck..." Darren moans as everyone in the showers just stare at him with very weirded out looks. Soap has been dribbling between Darren's feet for at least a couple of minutes now, and he's been moaning since they stopped teasing him..
"Uhh... You seeing this, man?"
"Is he like... Whackin off?"
"Does he even hear us?"
Meanwhile, Darren is still lost in his horny stupor as he starts to stroke himself and masturbate. At this point, this is just his natural libido kickin in as he plays with himself. His thoughts go to that hot black chick at a strip club -- she had a perfect figure with glittering flowers in her hair. Oh fuck, was she into him, Darren fucked her for weeks before she moved to another state.
"Yo! Darren!" Roared one of the teammates.
"Awwwwa- AH! What??!" Darren whips around and stares in shock -- he literally forgot he was with his teammates in the showers. His throbbing cock still begging to let it finish what he started in his hand.
"Dude..." One of them scoffs as he looks to the side, "Are you touching yourself, man??"
"I-I-I'm just scrubbing up!" Darren says in a half-whine, "I'm just eh... Tender down there!"
"Suuuuure!"
"Dude, you need to get laid!"
"Hey Darren, ya want me to drop the soap?"
"LADIES!!" Roared the fully dressed coach as he rages at the naked teammates "All of you are running LATE! Quit screwing around and get your asses on the field instead of on each other!" He stomps away and prompted everyone to scrub themselves quickly and rinse off. Darren pants and thanks God that Coach is such a hardass ballbuster about the scedule.
The teammates stop their hazing and get to washing themselves off. Darren avoids scrubbing his nether regions as much as he can to avoid stimulating himself again. But the entire time he's bathing, his member stays absolutely rigid. It won't go down at all! It's like it wants to stay hard for everyone to see! Occasionally he glances over his shoulder, and whines as he sees his teammates finishing up and leaving the showers, one by one.
He winces as he waits for his cock to soften, only to have it throbbing and oozing precum as the suds slide off his body "Come on, come on, come ooonnnnnnn!" He frowns as he tries pushing his dick down, only for his schlong to flop back up. "Dammmiiiiiiit!" He tries several more times, but his meat just will not stay put -- it just keeps flying up and smacking his abs again and again.
"DARREN!" Coach barked after him, causing Darren to yelp and jump, "The hell are you waiting for??!"
"I-I, just, I'm not completely-"
"You're the last one in the showers, Darren! If you're the last one on the field, that's 200 push-ups! MOVE!"
"Fffffuuuuck!" Darren whines as he reluctantly turns off his shower and runs right off with his towel.
Coach glances down and irks as he sees Darren's enormous erection wagging and bouncing with each step he takes. "What in the hell is wrong with him?"
The other guys, half dressed in their uniforms, look and snicker at Darren's nude body and untamed boner. His hard-on continues to point the way until he gets to his locker for his phone.
Gary walks down the sidewalk along the university when his phone blips up from his pocket. He chuckles as he brings it up to see a text from Darren.
[TURN MY DICK OFF! NOW]
"Whoa, things must be heating up over there." Gary smirks as he does as he's told and moves the dial to make that cock go limb.
Back in the lockers, another teammate laughs and points at Darren's standing pole. "Damn, dude. How long is your dick gonna-" Suddenly Darren's penis floops down and bobs gently on his balls.
Darren looks down and then back at his comrade "There. Cock off." He reaches down and tosses his soft member about some and making it bounce around "Can I get my gear on now??"
"Psh, okay Darren. Just kidding around, heheh" He walks off, leaving an embarrassed and frustrated Darren to get dressed.
"Grrhhh I'm so gonna skin that fuckin fag..." Darren mutters under his breath as he pulls on his jockstrap and inserts his protective cup.
The teammates file out onto the field for their game, with Darren's team wearing white and orange uniforms, while another one of the university's team in purple and blue uniforms trots out. Large universities like this one has several teams in every sport for all people wanting to play sports for a living. Only about half of them are actually students who have scholarships and have to depend on both their grades and the games here to make the big leagues their career.
Way over to the bleachers, Gary navigates himself about the many, many benches in this stadium, behind a couple of other students that just happen to be there just to make sure Darren doesn't see him.
Not that Gary's doing ANYTHING devious or disreputable in his current spare time. Just having a bit of fun at Darren's expense. Plus `working out the odds and ends' of the app that controls parts of his body.
"Now... Which one's Darren..." Gary ponders as he scans the uniformed players. He knows Darren is on this team, but he just doesn't know what number he is. "Heh... Guess I'll just test the app until I figure it out." He grins as he turns on the app like it's just another one of the games and raises the arousal levels.
Meanwhile, Darren squats into position and huffs and gets a shutter up his spin as his loins feel a very fuzzy warmth. "Fuck... Not now, heh..." He breaks a light sweat as his heart pounds gently as he looks at the rump of his teammate in front of him. God, that ass is literally RIGHT in front of him! He can make out the crack through the uniform's fabric, the outlines of the jockstrap...
"Wait... Am I starting at another guy's ass...?" Darren mumbles to himself. He shakes his head and coughs in his helmet. Meanwhile the other team gets into position just as Gary turns up Darren's hormones. Darren irks and gulps as he feels is penis push inside of his cup as he shakes a little. His hips start to hump the air a bit as all he can think about is ass. Ass, ass, ass. His hijacked horniness can't even distinguish female to male butts right now. All he wants to do right now is-
"HIKE!" His teammate suddenly shouts. All of a sudden, like a white spandex airbag, that exaggerated booty shoots right into Darren's helmet guard and knocks him over.
"Owff! Whoa!"
"Darren, the hell, man! Move!"
Darren scrambles and waddles sloppily as he tries to remember the play. What was the play again? What's the team strategy?? "Oh fuuuuUUCK!" Darren runs with a growing boner in his pants as he suddenly remembers something important.
He forgot to review his team's current regime in Coach's email! He was supposed to study the updated defense and reports the team is doing! The positions, strategies, timing, co-op, everything! Darren has been out for MONTHS because of his incident! Is this how nerds feel when they haven't studied for a test??!
"Uhhhh, still don't know which one..." Gary peers over them. Honestly despite the various heights and builds, all the players look the same. And it doesn't help that Gary doesn't know anything about football. He can't even tell if any of them have an erection -- according to the app, Darren's very hot and bothered right now. His cock must be crammed in there like a snake in a walnut shell.
"Should I make him piss himself so I know which one?" Gary wondered as he looks at the app's function. "... Naaaw, even I'm not THAT cruel." He chuckled as he rotates the penis gauge a bit more to turn Darren on.
"DUDE! Where you at, man???" Says one of the teammates, "You were supposed cover me!" He gives a shove onto Darren's chest.
"HEY! W-Whhooaa!" Darren topples over as his balls get a huge rush of lust. "O-Ohhh! Fffffuck" Darren moans as his junk blooms in cramped desire. The first thing that pops into his head are a pair of oil-covered boobs from one of his favorite porn sites, and the image makes him and his member twitch...
"DARREN!" Coach then grabs the front of Darren's helmet and yanks him up. Darren irks and yelps as he staggers back on his cleets "Get your ass in gear!" Coach gives a swift slap to Darren's butt. "MOVE IT!"
"O-Ohhh! Hoohhhh" Darren's eyes flutter as his penis comes so close to blowing. He shakes where he stands and he grips his thighs. "F-Fuck... Why am I so horny, shiiiit..." He groans and pants. "Fffffuck I need to get the girls to meet me after practice, oh my ggyyaahhd..."
"DARREN!"
"A-Ahh!" Darren nearly trips again as he get back into position.
"Oh, I think I see him." Gary chuckles as spots one particular player who seems to be spacing out. "App aside, he hasn't played ball in months; anyone would be rusty."
"BLUE 52!!" Yells a teammate "BLUE 52!!"
Darren shakes his head harshly. He can't stop thinking about sex! His crotch is just shoving itself out in the open underneath him in a round protrusion, with his cup in place of his jewels. He pants and whines, his hands twitching as he fights every urge to start stroking off right on the field. But Coach will roast him alive if he keeps this up.
Darren runs in a curve-like formation from his team -- from what he's GUESSING, they're going for a touchdown with him catching the ball. He really should have read the email Coach sent him to get back into the game...
"Awww, that's cool." Gary watches over the play. Even he knows that Darren's getting into position for a touchdown "Looks like Darren's about to score." He taps on the SCROTUM tab of the app and the image turns around to show the genitals and outlining Darren's illustrated nutsack "It would be a shame if... That protective cup turns out to be... Ineffective?"
Darren sees the ball as it spirals in the air in his direction. He catches this, they win today's game! He holds open his hands as it soars for his embrace.
"And THIS is for using my biology and algebra books for your drunk party bonfire." Gary says as he presses drags the virtual scrotum down and let them go, making the app simulate an automated punch.
"Here we- GUUOHHH!" Just as he was about to catch it, Darren's balls suddenly feel an invisible PUNCH inside his cup! His hands teleport and tuck between his legs. "Noooo!" He whined as he winced badly as his orbs throb with agony.
"DAMMIT Darren!!" Shouts a teammate as an opposing player snatches the ball.
"DARREN!" Coach roars after a blow of his whistle "QUIT FONDLING YOURSELF AND GET BACK IN FORMATION!!!"
"Haaaaooooogggghhh" Darren forces himself to get up and waddle off as he tries to push out the ball-bust. How did that even happen?! The ball wasn't anywhere near his crotch, and he's wearing a cup! And he KNOWS he hasn't touched Gary's phone! It's not like that faggot can just torpedo his nuts with the app, right???
A few minutes later, Darren is sprinting with the football in hand. He huffs as he gets back into form. He is literally just winging this. He's going in blindly, but so far Coach hasn't had any complaints. And his teammates haven't yelled at him. Darren sports a cocky smirk in his mouth-piece. He's got this.
Gary eyes the players; he's pretty sure the one running with the ball is his prey. He taps onto the BUTTOCKS tab of the phone, and the buns appear on the screen. Using his thumb and index fingertips, Gary rotates the figure's mounds in an upwards-opposite directions...
"Here we go. Darren is back in action" Darren peps himself "I got th-" His back arches and his legs stagger. "Wuh-Hat??"
"The heck??" An opposing player sees Darren's skin-tight bottom in front of him; is his ass moving?? It literally looks like his butt is eating up the crease of his pants.
"No no nononono!" Darren's posture messes up as he feels a wedgie start to dive deep itself into his crack! His buttcheeks roll on their own before they seal up and Darren trips! "ACH!" The ball bounces and flips out of his hands on the grass JUST was he was bout to make the touchdown. "SHIT!"
"It's cool! I GOT THIS!" A fellow teammate swoops in and takes the ball just before an opponent slid on the grass and missed by inches.
"Thank God, uugghh" Darren winces as he gets up and widens his legs. His hand reaches back and pulls the wedgie out of his pants growls as he jogs back around with the players.
"You good, man, you good" Says another teammate as he slaps Darren's shoulder and get back into position.
"Hmmm... I wonder if..." Gary explores the BUTTOCKS further and goes to the PROSTATE tab. It just appears as a sort of pink button inside of the virtual Darren's partially transparent butt. Grinning evilly, Gary shoves his finger on the screen, right for the prostate!
"BLUE-"
"F-FUCK!" Darren suddenly shouts as he shoots up. Both hands slap onto his asscheeks after his whole rump instinctually clenches shut as something starts exploding inside his anus!
Gary sneers as he gets stiff himself as he gives the prostate a trace circle and massage's the phone screen to really put that G-spot into submission.
"H-HAAH... Ah..." He stands frozen, shaking with his huge round crotch bulge practically showcasing to both teams. Whatever is punching his ass on the inside, it's making him even more horny! His hips even start thrusting as his simple brain is unable to comprehend his devastatingly magnificent predicament.
"Dude!" Hushed one of the players, "What're you doing??"
"Get down, man!"
"Coach is gonna kill us, Darren!"
"HOH! HOH!" Darren's buttocks clench HARD under his pants as some mind-blowing explosion consistently rages deep inside his anus. He clenches his eyes as he tilts his head back and lets out a harshly suppressed moan as his prostate goes positively insane with foreign ecstasy. His legs quake as he grunts loudly, "UHHH! A-AUUH!"
"Think he's gonna take a dump!"
"DUDE! Get off the field already"
"What in the hell is he doing?" Coach leers at Darren as he stands grabbing his own ass and standing up straight from the weirded out teammates, and what looks like a full-form fist pushing from under Darren's crotch?
"NNHHG! FuuHHH!!" Eyes bugging out, Darren flinches and jerks as he feels himself orgasm right there! "UH! H-HUH! A-Ahhh!" His face goes fiery hot with embarrassment as everybody stares at him.
`Did I just...' Darren thinks as his cup sloshes gently in his groin, serving as a bowl in a soup of his own cum. His whole body feels that wave of heavy warmth and exhaustion of the afterglow he's all too familiar with.
-FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP-
Coach's loud whistle screams across the field, gaining the attention of everyone there.
"Oops..." Gary takes his finger off of the prostate button and closes the app. "Okay, I went too far with this one..."