Hallloween Shorts #2 - Jockpig

Jay didn’t know why he was still here. The rest of the team had left, even the coaches were gone for the night, and Jay was still here, sitting on the bench in his football uniform, frozen in place. No one had even acknowledged him as they were leaving, not even his best friends on the team. He felt like there was something he’d forgotten, something important, but it was behind a door, one he couldn’t quite seem to open. So he sat there on the bench, sweaty from running around on the field all afternoon, when he heard the door open, and someone step into the locker room. 

“Where’s my little jockpig at?” a voice said, followed by a chuckle, and as he heard it, there was a rush of memories that slammed into Jay’s head. 

The voice belonged to Ollie, the athletic facilities janitor at the college. It was well known by most of the college athletes that Ollie was a total pervert, but for whatever reason, he’d never been fired, not even reprimanded. The jocks gossiped that there was something Ollie had, some dirt of the school or the administration that protected him. Jay, however, had found out the real reason why Ollie never got in trouble. Ollie had a little magic on his side. A little amulet in fact, one that he wore at all times, and which, apparently, granted Ollie one wish a day, but which only worked so long as he made a wish every single day that he wore it. Luckily, Ollie never seemed to run out of jocks to play with at the college, and Jay was his current project, and had been the subject of several wishes for the last week or so.

The first few had been basics. Obedience. Rendering everyone else oblivious to any changes that might happen to Jay. Wiping his memory after each of their sessions, so Jay would continue on, oblivious to what was happening to him. Now though, Ollie was ready to have some real fun with his new toy. He came over to where Jay was still seated on the bench, unable to stand, forced to obey the order Ollie had given him yesterday, that after practice, he would remain here on the bench until Ollie arrived, still wearing his football gear and uniform. “Get away from me you fucking freak,” Jay said, “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but someone’s gonna find out, and you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail.”

Ollie just laughed. “Please, I’ve been doing this for years, little jockpig. You pass by my victims everyday on campus, and you don’t even notice them. Everyone’s going to ignore you too, you’ll see. Goodness, you do look good in that uniform though—are you ready for today’s wish, little jockpig?”

“Fuck you,” Jay said.

Ollie pulled out his amulet, and said, “I wish that Jay would never again take off his football uniform, aside from his helmet, which he will wear as often as possible. He’ll only remove the helmet to eat, or to suck cock. His uniform will include a cup that seals away his cock, making it impossible for him to touch his cock or cum. He will piss himself in his uniform, and won’t find this odd in the least. The ass of his uniform will be missing, so he can still use the toilet, and to make it easy for his jock ass to get fucked. No one will consider this odd, and the dirtier and smellier his uniform becomes, the hornier Jay will become as well, though he won’t be able to find release with his cock sealed away like that…”

Jay felt the wish take hold, and realized he would never ever want to take his uniform off. In fact, he forgot entirely that it was removable. As far as he was concerned, it was his skin—the pads, the jersey, the gloves, the socks, the cleats, all of it. Ollie rubbed him down through the uniform, one hand sliding down to his crotch, groping the hard cup covering his genitals, protecting them, and Jay found himself growing hornier. “You need to piss, don’t you jockpig? Go on, piss yourself, you fucking pig.”

Jay did as he was ordered, and felt piss flood his cup, and then overflow, soaking the crotch of his uniform, running out onto the bench and down his legs as well. He could smell it, and that only seemed to make him hornier. 

“Get on the bench, pig. I think you need to get bred, don’t you?”

He did as he was told, and pushed his bare ass towards Ollie, who pulled out his cock, hard and leaking, and pushed it into Jay’s hole. He fucked quick, and came deep, then pulled out again. “Good job, jockpig. Same time tomorrow, alright? I know you don’t have practice, but I expect you here at seven PM sharp.”

“Y-Yes…Ok…” Jay muttered through his helmet, and once Ollie disappeared through the door, he forgot everything about what had just happened to him. He was hungry though. Still in his soiled uniform, ass hanging out, cum running down his thighs, he left the building, and no one even looked twice at him—aside from Ollie, who just chuckled, thinking about what tomorrow’s wish would be.