The Recruitment of Jack Strom
Jack Strom played for the Wolverines football team as a defensive tackle. Everyone thought of Jack being into himself. He kept his full beard neatly trimmed with a full flattop, but he never shaved his body hair or even his back hair. Jack's black hair, beefy build and cheerful smile made him a crowd favorite.
Jack was well known for wearing his full red and white football gear with oversized shoulder pads. Jack's shoulder pads had the optional neck roll that makes the shoulder pads look inflated around the neck. His shoulder pads had a roll that came out of the collar of his jersey and restricted the motion of his head. Also attached to Jacks shoulder pads were his rib combo pads. These pads protected his lower chest and look sort of like an inflated corset. But to Jack, the rib combo padding looked fucking masculine. He didn't mind the added bulk. As Jack walked, the rib combo pads brushed up against his other pads in his pants. Jack wore his red jersey with his last name "Strom" printed on the back in white. The shoulder pads made his upper body look overdeveloped, but Jack secretly craved the pumped look.
Jack kept his pants tight. He especially liked how tight they felt after begin washed, so he kept them really clean. After a washing, his pants cupped his tight butt like an undersized glove so that the back of his pants even rubbed his butthole. Jack pimped out his pants with the biggest thigh, knee, hip and butt pads available in the equipment room. Jack liked to use pads reserved for the bigger defensive linemen. The thigh pads had a huge effect on his legs because they give Jack's thighs a swollen bullfrog leg appearance. Jack loved the sound when he slaps his big thigh pads. When Jack walks with his big thigh pads, they briefly rubbed up against his thick athletic cup and his rib combo pads. The unexpected movement of his athletic cup often gave him a semi-hard-on all during practice. Luckily, Jack wore a jockstrap under his athletic cup.
Jack likes wore soccer style football shoes or what is commonly known as football boots. They have that muscular swoop in the arch that really sets him off. The more modern styles shoes are boxy and didn't appeal to Jack. Unfortunately, Jack has small feet, so the tight appearance of his football shoes highlighted that fact. Jack had considered using larger shoes with padding, but he still favored the tighter shoes. The sound of his cleats hitting the pavement would often set off Jack too.
Jack capped off his uniform with leather gloves, wrist bands, and anything else that would ensure he sported the most team colors. Jack was stuffed with pride for his team and himself most of all. Jack isn't a really tall guy, but with all the thick padding made him look even shorter. Some team mates nick named him fire plug because of his short squat build. Other would say Jack had jacked himself by shoving a fire hose up his butthole before practice. Jack pushed it to the back of his mind, the idea of being inflated with a fire hose or any hose really appealed to Jack. Although he always introduced himself as Jack, his team members soon called him Jacked instead. Jack was shorter than the rest of the defensive line, but he well respected for his abilities.
Once Jack was suited up for football practice he was a bomb ready to explode. He was padded from head to foot with all the pads rubbing together exciting his skin from helmet to cleats. If there was a mirror around, Jack would be primping himself in full uniform. Honestly, he was handsome and looks like a knight or superhero suited up in modern armor with a crew cut. After practice, Jack eagerly posed for pictures with interested fans and was always the last to take off his uniform. Life for Jack was great until the incident occurred.
A few weeks ago during warm-ups, Jack had an accident. The coach had the team do extensive "run in place" drills. All the lateral motion of his athletic cup caused Jack to go from a semi-hard wiener to a full blown baseball bat in his athletic cup. The rough elastic material of his jock kept rubbing his dick head until he thought his tightly stretched dickhead skin was going to chap itself raw. Jack really started to get worried when a big dollop of precum burped out of his piss slit. Now his cock was sliding around in his jock and it felt really good too. Luckily, the coach stopped the exercise before the inevitable. Jack just stood there huffing and puffing soaked in his own sweat. His uniform smelled ripe with his own body odor and felt heavy from all the sweat. Jack knew he looked and smelled awesome.
Jack stood there thinking too hard about all the sweat and precum soaking his uniform. Now, the extra mass and smells of his sweat and man juice just set Jack off the edge. Jack's cup barely contained his painfully twisted purple cock, but his bloated dick shaft straightened itself out and settled into a perfect 90 degree angle. In Jacks head, his athletic cup up was levitating away from his body. Jack could even feel cool air hit his groin as the cup lifted away from his body. Anyone looking at jacked Jack could see the outline of his athletic cup distending the laces of his tight beloved football pants. Luckily for Jack he was at the back right corner of the squad formation and facing away from his team mates. Well, I knew what happened. After all, I was the one pressing Jack’s buttons, but more on that later.
Jack had a clear shot to the locker rooms. Jack's tent pole prevented him using his normal walking gait. Jack lumbered to the locker room like he had a pair of greasy corncobs shoved up his butthole. The coach saw Jack heading away, but he assumed Jack had to crap a big turd out of his hairy butthole - especially with Jacks exaggerated cowboy saunter. Pumping a big pole of shit out of your ass is hard enough, but in full football gear, it's like giving birth. Along the way, Jacked tried to bend his over plumped sausage into a more manageable position, but it stayed straight like deformed deli salomi. All that hand manipulation had the side effect of releasing another wad of thick snotty precum into the pouch of his jockstrap. In addition, all that bowlegged walking motion rubbed Jack's oversensitive glands to the edge. Jack slowed down his walking to control himself. Walking too fast made Jack's cup rub his foreskin. Jack knew he normally blew titanic wads when he busted a load. What seemed to be a genetic advantage now turned against Jack. Jack had to get himself under control now or suffer a huge blowout in his football pants.
After the longest walk in Jack's memory, he reached the locker room. The air conditioning hit his sweaty body giving him goose bumps and perking up his meaty nipples. Jack had a forest of chest hair except on his thick squat nipples. His chest hair went from his neck down to his crotch. Jack would stand in front of the mirror without any upper body football gear. His chest fur literally ran from his chin down into his belted football pants. All of that pubic hair reminded Jack in a pleasant way he was a real man. Some of his teammates would sometimes call him Pocket Wookiee. Now that excessive body fur caused him to retain a lot of sweat on the field.
Within moments the heat of the football field disappeared as the sweat evaporated in the dry air-conditioned air. Jack was facing the full length mirror near the entrance of the locker room. The sight of himself in the mirror froze Jack in place. Facing Jack was an idealized image of himself. Jack was suited up in his team colors, heavy from sweat and sporting a full mast erection obscenely pushing out his nut cup. Jack could even smell the precum stench reeking from his soiled jockstrap pouch. With leather gloved fists at his sides, Jack's bloated man glands took over on cruise control.
Jack basically pumped his football uniform full of frothy spooge. The first squirt was the thickest. Jack could even hear the high pressure squirt impact the interior of this athletic cup. His hairy prick had somehow shot the wad through his pouch. As the spunk splattered inside the athletic cup, it coated his hairy dick and started to dribble towards his ball sack. The next squirt was even bigger and warmer, but the cum was less thick. The first volley had made the jockstrap ouch less permeable, so the thin hot cum poured quickly on top of his jockstrap material and oozed towards the back of his sweaty man oysters. The sperm's next destination was the butt straps of Jack's jock strap. For what seemed to be an eternity, Jack continued to piss more seed into the crotch of his football suit. The stream of cum in his jock finally reached his butt crack and was quickly sucked up into narrow crevice between his muscular buttocks.
The damage had been done. Jack's manly pride deflated as he stared in disbelieve at his ruined reflection in the mirror. With fists still at his side, Jack watched himself fully suited up in his football gear. Jack's hard rod kept belching even more cum into the crotch of his gear. By now dark moisture stains start appear around his athletic cup as Jack's cum was absorbed by the thick fabric of his football pants. The cum was even sliding down his thighs under his oversized thigh pads. The material in front of the jock cup stayed dry which only highlighted what had happened in the crotch of his football suit. The aroma of the thick cum was unmistakable.
His football uniform was the focus of his pride. All of his pride evaporated as he faced the reality of the mirror. Even his tight meaty buttocks started to buckle from the shame. The outline of Jack's butt crack became visible as the seat of his pants soaked up his excess buttcrack cum like a sponge. Jack now resembled a guy forced to humiliate himself by crapping his own football uniform into ruination. Jack had disgraced his team's colors. Jack's pride in himself had turned a man’s football uniform into a spooge filled diaper. Tears started to appear in Jacks eyes as the reality of the situation sunk into him.
Jack now needed to hide his shame by cleaning up. He walked towards one of the locker room benches to retrieve a towel. The walking spread the cum between his meaty buttocks. Cum was even reaching his butt hole. Every step made Jack aware of all the individual hairs on his ass cheeks as cheeks slid past each other. The walking also accelerated the journey of the slimy cum sliding down Jacks padded thighs. After two steps, the cum had reached his knee pads. After 8 long steps of erotic slippage, Jack reached the bench. Just as Jack bent to reach for the towel, he me looking at him. I had seen the whole incident, but I was too pleased to say anything at all.
I just kept looking at Jack. In that moment of panic, Jack's bowels let out a huge bout of gas. With all the spooge trapped between his ass crack, a loud wet fart erupted from Jacks man hole. The cum between Jacks ass cheeks didn't have a chance as the fart splattered it in the back of his pants. Even Jack’s cum soak pants bulged slightly with the force of that trumpet.
I now knew that Jack was mine.
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Jack Strom part 2
Rebuilding Jack's Ego
Facing down Jack in his predicament was easily getting me hot. All the coaches wore the same uniform, a collared shirt with coaching pants. Our coaching pants consisted of the old Sansabelt stretch polyester pants in red. I realized that the head coach was a bit of a uniform nut when he insisted on this uniform. Like the football players, we wore our pants snug and the red color made our legs and asses look large.
I also wore a compression girdle with a jock underneath my pants. All the equipment, buff players and husky coaching staff, kept my dick at a constant plump. As a last resort a few of the other coaches and I wore condoms under our pants. I was pretty grateful for all the athletic support, but Jack was really testing the tolerances of my coaching gear.
I just kept my eyes glued to Jack’s eyes as I spoke. "Hey Jack, it's good you're here. I've been talking to Coach Harrison about an opportunity I have in mind for you. Do you have time to talk about it? I'm sure Coach Harrison won't mind if we talk now."
I straddled one of the locker room benches and sat down. My body language forced Jack to do the same. Jack awkwardly waddled to the bench and straddled it to face me. I savored the squish noise as the huge wad of cum in his pants shifted from the rear of his pants and flooded the front portion of his football pants. A small stream of cum even squired out of a lace eyelet of his football pants. Gawd, I'd love to trade places with him.
Jack finally spoke, "I had an accident. I guess that's pretty obvious."
If I wanted Jack to trust me, then I needed to move in and make him feel normal. So, I told him, "You just busted a nut in your uniform, that's okay we’ve all done it. When you're passionate about the game, your emotions and sexual feelings get all confused. Don't worry about the uniform. We'll have your football pants cleaned up discretely in no time."
"Uh... thanks” Jack replied. "I felt really funny about..."
"Don't worry Jack. Several other players have had similar problems. I recommend that you wear an athletic rubber from here on. It'll save you a trip to the locker room."
I got up and walked over to one of the equipment cabinets and pulled out an athletic rubber for Jack. "See, it fits over your junk including your balls too. If you blow a load on the football field, then you can just ignore it. Of course if you blow too many loads, you might start to slosh around a bit, but it's better than the alternative. Now don't worry about an athletic rubber bursting, they can get to the size of a large garbage bag before that'll happen. Uhm… Well, don’t ask me why I know." I gave Jack a snarky wink.
I gave Jack a knowing smile, and he grinned back. Now I knew that he was back on stable footing and trusted me. The next step was to get him to the farm. "Now Jack, let's ignore your spooge-splosion for the present. I want to show you something I've been working on at the farm. I’ll drive us in my truck. Your Football Uniform will dry out on the ride out."
We both got into my truck and drove out to my farm. I inherited a cattle farm from my late uncle. Besides providing beef my farm provided other as sundry services to the surrounding ranches. I was very well known for providing grade-A semen for artificial insemination. I could breed fat cows, skinny cows, muscular cows and probably glowing purple cows if I set my mind to it.
With my degree in genetics, I'd gotten really good at going beyond customizing the genes of my cattle. I was beyond just cross breeding. This is why I was so interested in Jack. Like a prize bull, Jack had a lot of potential, but more importantly, Jack had the desire to grow too, and was a willing test subject.
We arrived at the farm and Jack's uniform will still wet-n-sticky with his semen. I could tell Jack was still overwhelmed with his accident filled pants. His pants had dried a bit, but his man cheese now had the consistency of bull snot. It was really apparent when he walked with me from the truck to the barn. Watching his awkward bowlegged walk kept my dick pumped. I could almost swear he was exaggerating his walk to get me riled up.
"Let's go into the barn. I want to show you what I work on outside of the locker room. Just try to stay awake because it's important." As we entered the barn the odor of the bulls was really obvious. Oddly enough, I'd gotten to the point where it was comforting. "I call these bulls my main juicers." I gave a slight smile. "The main product of my farm is bull semen. It's like I having a dairy farm, but I'm not harvesting milk here."
Jack did a double take at the bull balls. Jack had seen bulls before, but these bull sacks looked like they were loaded with grapefruits. One of the hairy bull sacks was even dragging the ground. All of the bulls had their ball sacks supported by a stretch fabric pouch secured with straps. "Dude, the balls on those bulls are huge." Jack kneaded his ripe crotch. "Wow, I getting a huge case of package envy. Coach, how can you stand it here?"
I laughed and countered, "Well, once I get a good genetic line, it's important to produce more product. In my case, my product is semen, so that explains the huge baby makers. I have actually developed hormones that enlarge a male’s testicles to enormous proportions. Unfortunately, I've had to fit my bulls with bull sized jockstraps. Otherwise, they'd rub their ball sacks raw when they walked."
I could see the wheels turning in Jack's head, but before he could speak, I ushered him into the next barn. Bringing Jack into the adjoining barn was my objective.
The second barn had bulls housed in stalls too, but these bulls looked freakishly muscled, fat or even had bloated udders. Unlike the other barn, this bar had a network of hoses leading to each of the Bull's butt holes and cylinders that encased the bull's cocks. While Jack was absorbing all of this, I explained it all.
"See, these bulls have been injected with hormones that make their balls produced additional hormones. These internally produced hormones can make a bull muscular, fat, or even produce milk. The nutrients I feed these bulls are very delicate and must be absorbed directly into the intestines. That's the purpose of the feeding tubes in their butts. Also, I have to keep milking the bulls of their semen. Otherwise, their balls would bloat to ridiculous sizes."
After being quiet for a few seconds Jack finally spoke. "So wait, you want to pump me up like one of your prize bulls? Is this what this whole thing is about?"
I feigned my best look of confusion and replied, "This isn't about the male enhancement experiments. I just wanted you to try out a new prototype football uniform. No one in their right mind would subject themselves to these male hormones. Sure, they'd pump you up in no time. But the side effects... well... You can see for yourself. Let me show you the new football uniform we’ve been working on. It has a lot of new..."
Jack started to turn red in the face. Also, I noticed that his erection had returned with a vengence. "Fuck the new football uniform! Stop playing with me. I want to be the first to get pumped up. Gawd! I sound like one of those kids from visiting Willy Wonka's factory, but what's happening in this barn is awesome. I don't care if I look like a bodybuilder freak with a swollen nutsack."
I scratched my head and acted as though I were considering this for the first time. In reality, I was surprised how easy it was to win over Jack. I spoke in a pondering manner. "Really, this new uniform is like a suit that goes under your current football uniform. I could modify this suit to supply your body with the growth protein and hormones just like with these bulls, but Jack I'm not so sure. This is a life changing experience. Tell you what, think it over this weekend and then we'll talk about it again this Monday." In reality, I knew this kid would get blue balls. Just thinking about getting jacked beyond all hell was driving Jack ape shit.
Jack looked me right in the eyes. "Just get the suit ready. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
"Look Jack, you'll need to be fed through a butt plug, and you'll need to be milked several times a day. Also, there might be several other side effects such as excessive body hair, extreme gas and an accelerated sexual drive. I'd have to keep you under strict observation and milk you myself. You couldn't possibly subject yourself to that."
With no blinking, Jack repeated "Just get the suit ready. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Besides, I'm not the only one with a hard on in this room. Just to prove my conviction, I want you to jack me off here and now in full uniform."
With that, Jack put his hands on his hips and stood with his legs far apart and said, "Coach, please milk me." As Jack’s cock went iron hard, it slipped out of his athletic cup and started to stretch the front of his football pants. A perfect impression of Jacks dick head was now being made in his football pants. I almost lost it when a few drops of precum dribbling through his football pants. With the helmet of Jack’s cock pressed against the crotch of his football uniform, the precum had no choice. It just flowed through his fabric bulge as thick cream squirts through cheese cloth.
With that, I stepped behind Jack and started to grind my crotch into the butt of his football uniform. I hugged Jack's chest and gently nibbled his left ear lobe. Next, I whispered to him. "Son, I'm going to need you to run in place for me."
Jack immediately started to pump his legs up and down. With Jack's ass cheeks in motion, the movement really started to rub my own dick the right way. I just hugged him tighter and realized that Jack was in fact milking me.
Of course I could I could have grabbed his fuck tool and had him cumming in seconds, but that was too easy. I wanted Jack to do it to himself, so I started to talk to him. "Tell me son. What are you going to do out there on the football field when you're running around with bull balls? Are you gonna be cumm’n all the time boy?"
"No coach. I'm going to focus on the game."
"Are you sure boy? Your football suit is already pumped full of man juice. This shit is only going to make you more hairy and horny as a goat. Even now you're dick is stretching out the front of your football pants. You might start to break the laces soon."
"No coach. I'm going to focus on the game."
I loved seeing Jacks dedication. He had a great game face that was both inspiring and convincing. But, I had to end it though. I stepped around to look at Jack face to face. Like a true trooper he was still running in place and getting all sweaty. I took a stop closer and got in his face like a drill sergeant. Our dick heads started to rub and grind at this point. “Son, I’m going to have to find a way to strap that dick of yours down. We can’t have you disrespecting the colors with that fuck tool of yours. As punishment, you’re going to have to wear your uniform all weekend unwashed.”
"No coa..."
I opened up my mouth to yell at Jack again, but it was too late for both of us.
We both simultaneously blew our leads in our jocks. Jack gave me a big bear hug and planted a kiss on my mustached lips. He was so damn hot with his beard, but the full kiss just set off another thick rope of cum in my jock. I felt as though I had pissed a large hot banana slug in my jack.
After a few seconds, Jack stepped back with his legs spread apart. There was definitely a shared wet spot of spooge between our crotches. The strong smell of male cum was in the air.
Once again, Jack looked me in the eye and repeated, "Just get the suit ready. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
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Jack Strom part 3
That last comment left me with a half smirk on my face that didn't leave me for hours. Jack really wanted this more than I did. "The liquid protein we'll be pumping up your butt hole is based on bull semen. You okay with that?", I asked Jack.
Jack arrogantly cocked his head, grabbed his crotch with one hand and said, "If I get as muscular as those bulls in the second barn, I'll blow them myself." To reinforce his point Jack squeezed his crotch of some excess cum, licked it off his hand. "So, what's next coach?"
"It's time to get a bit scientific and muddy. Let's get to the horse barn.", I replied with a nodding motion. We both walked into the horse barn. Jack looked around and finally said, "Uh, I give up. I sort of got over my horsey fetish when I was nine. What's going on here?" Something about Jack's stupid arrogance really got me off. This kid had just milked me, and now he was starting to press my buttons again.
I walked over to a rack of equipment and threw a pair of oversized brown leather cowboy chaps at jack. "Put theses on Einstein. They might be a bit long on you. We're going to ride out and take some timings. This is where we get scientific." I donned a pair of chaps myself and snugged them up until my jock pouch of my coaching pants bulged obscenely. With only Jack here, there was no need for modesty. Jack quickly put on his pair of chaps too. It looked like Jack had done this before. Although Chaps weren't meant to go over football pants, Jack filled them out like a champ. The ass panels of his football pants really popped out from the back of his chaps.
I saddled up two horses, and we mounted up. Jack needed some help getting up, so I put a hand on the space between his ball sack and butthole and pushed him up on the horse. Jack gave an approving "Whoa" in response to the intimate push.
Jacked looked amazing in his saddle in his full football gear. Jack's crotch was already bulging out the front of his chaps and being is saddle made it even prominent. The huge shoulder pads just capped it off.
We rode out to our destination. Along the way, I peppered Jack with questions. "Okay Jack, all of these hormones have different side effects. There ain't no such thing as a free lunch. But, we can let you pick and choose.
Here's the side effects you can choose from:
* Bloated balls with excessive precum
* Extreme sexual appetite
* Excessive body hair including the back
* Constant Flatulence
* Uniform body fat (over the muscles mostly)
* Beer belly gut
* Excessive sweating
* Pectoral Lactation
There's some other side effects too, but these are the ones I can currently control. So tell me Jack. Which side effects could you live with?"
Jack appeared to be oblivious. "Gawd Coach, this horse ride is getting me horny. Are you getting horny Coach? I sure wouldn't want to blow a load on these nice chaps. Shit! Is this horse doing this on purpose? I think he just did it again." Jack groped his athletic cup through his football pants. Jack was playing dumb, but I could tell that he was getting aroused from the horse.
"Did you hear anything I said?"
"Uh yeah..." Jack groped some more. "I don't want any fat on my abs dude. I worked too hard for this 6 pack." Jack pulled out the front of his football jersey from the belt of his football pants exposing his rock hard abs. Even with the shoulder pad girdle on top, his abs were beautifully highlighted and made his waist looked armored with beefy jock muscle. He rubbed them for a second. "Oh yeah, if I was limber enough, I'd be kissing and licking them right here Coach. I don't want to give up these babies unless I have to."
I just shook my head and said, "Okay abs boy, we can try to keep your abs all defined and cobbled. We might have to resort to pectoral lactation for that. That means we'll need to milk your tits so they don't get all bloated."
Jack winked and said, "Sweet, hairy muscle boobs will just make my abs pop even more. I don't want to disappoint the photographers. All of those other side effects are okay. Just whip something up coach. Balance it all out. I trust your judgment."
We arrived at the pond. Recently, the well pump for the pond had broken. Instead of a nice pond, it was a big mud hole. It was pretty much perfect for testing out Jack.
"So Coach, I was sort of expecting the lab from the Bat Cave - not a big muddy pond."
I dismounted and gestured for Jack to do the same. I waited a moment and said, "Well, it's definitely not a scientific gym, but it's going to be more than adequate." Where we stood, the pond was about 100 yards across or the length of a football field. On the other side was a tree stump.
"Okay Jack, I want you to run across that pond, touch that stump and run back to me." I opened up my saddle back and tossed Jack two rolls of athletic tape. "You're gonna need to tape up those purdy cleats of yours. I wouldn't want the mud to suck them off your feet." Jack just looked at me confused.
After a moment, I gave out a groan of disgust and said, "Okay you dumb jock. Just sit on your ass, and I'll tape up your cleats. Is the tape confusing you?"
Jack sat on the ground. As his meaty butt pounded the ground, it made a small cloud of dust. "Well, it's just that that pond might..."
"Oh, I get it.", I interrupted. "Princess Jack doesn't want to get her purdy uniform dirty. Well, you're going to have to get past that now." After a few minutes I had Jack's cleats nicely taped. Those cleats weren't coming off until I cut the tape off. "Now take off those chaps and get ready for sprints." Jack carefully took off his leather cowboy chaps and folded them. One thing for sure, Jack loved his equipment and took good care of it.
"Okay son, the purpose of this test is to measure your strength and endurance. That mud is going to slow you down and tire you out. I want you to run to that stump and back five times." I got out my stop watch and set it to zero. I next got out my whistle and blew it. Jack took off like a rocket.
Hitting the mud was a totally different matter. At first chunks of mud were being thrown down behind Jack's cleats, but as he got deeper into the pond, Jack's speed diminished. As Jack reached the center of the pond, he was crotch deep in warm slimy mud. Finally he reached the stump and headed back. When he reached me, I yelled out "One". Jack turned and started round two. Jack's ass was no longer white. Half covered in mud, Jack's football ass resembled a baker's black-n-white cookie. I wondered to myself if his jock had gotten muddy.
After a few more minutes, Jack had completed three trips and was on his fourth. A line of sweat now stained the back of his jersey wet and armpit stains were forming too. "Don't slow down now Jack. Put some hustle in it!"
Jack was out of breath, but he managed a "Yes sir". One thing about Jack is that he never showed attitude on the field. He was a true professional. As he finished the fourth round and started the fifth, Jack cheesed me his winning smile. I just had to smirk and say, "There's no reporters here Hollywood Jack. Now hustle!"
On the way back from the fifth sprint, Jack almost fell down in the mud. His lungs were pumping hard, but he finally made it back to me. I hit the timer on my watch and read it out loud. "Ten minutes and sixteen seconds. Not bad, but this now gives us a base line. When we pump your butt up with bull juice, we can now measure the improvements."
Jack was still puffing but he finally managed to say between breaths, "So you... ...can measure things... ...and use numbers... ...and stuff? Like math... coach?" Jack wasn't that stupid, but he definitely knew he could horndog me by playing the stupid jock.
"Okay Jack, let's get back. Uhm... we should probably walk back. I don't want you to dirty up a perfectly good horse with your dirty jock ass."
Jack turned his head to look at his own muddy butt hole, but his shoulder pads blocked his view. He started reaching back, but I grabbed his gloved hand before he could grab a handful of linebacker ass. "Hey there Jack, just let the mud dry and it'll mostly flake off. If you rub your own ass, the mud will go in deeper."
Flustered, Jack said, "Yeah, yeah... I'll just walk ahead so you can get a good look at my muddy man haunch." Jack took that opportunity to primp his hair until it resembled a flattop again.
It took us nearly 40 minutes, but we lead the horses back to the barn. I stabled the horses and hung the chaps up while Jack just stood there.
I goaded Jack by saying in a patronizing tone, "Hey, it's okay princess. The mud's dry now." We both spent the next few minutes slapping dry mud off of Jack's pants and socks. I must admit that I took my time to make sure his butt was clean. Now his pants were a tea color instead of white, but at least they weren't muddy. On the other hand, I wish I had a camera, because Jack now looked like a football player after a long game. He stank of sweat, mud and dried cum, but his hair was perfect.
After one last slap on Jack's ass I ordered, "Okay Jack, strip down."
Jack started to take off his jersey as said, "Some help?" One thing about football players, they need help talking off their shoulder pads. Jack liked to keep his jersey tight so that just made removing his pads by himself an impossibility.
Both of us got Jack stripped down to his jock strap. I looked Jack in the eye and said, "And the jock goes too. You won't be wearing these tiny marble pouches anymore."
Jack just smiled and said, "Cool". He faced his butt towards me and teased me by slowly tugging his jock down by the ass straps.
"Dude, don't be breaking any stripper moves on me. Now get that jock off." With that, Jack just pulled off the jack and threw it on the top of the pile of soiled equipment.
"Okay, let’s get you inside to shower up. While you're doing that, I'll be preparing your first injection." I led Jack into the house and into one of the showers. "I want you to get cleaned up. By the time you get out, I'll have your new uniform ready. Okay?"
Jack mock saluted and said, "Yes coach. I'll be squeaky clean."
Jack finished showering and I led him buck naked in the lab. I gave jack what looked like a pair of long johns. "Now these may look like simple long underwear but they're nothing of the sort." Jack donned the under suit and filled it out quite nicely. "This under suit is made of a material similar to spandex, but it stretches quite a bit more." Next, let's insert your butt plug. I gave jack a little harness made of white leather. "Okay Jack, there's a hole in front for your junk, but the back has a small plug that will go in your bum. The plug can get larger to ensure you don't leak any protein solution. I watched as Jack correctly slipped the plug strap under his suit, inserted the plug and snapped the butt plug harness in place.
I took another piece of hardware off the nearby table. "This will go over your cock. This tube will bring you to a state of erection and milk you when necessary. If your balls aren't milked occasionally, you'll have balls the size of Volkswagens."
Jack quickly raised his right hand as though he were in a classroom and said, "Uhm.. can we try not milking until later? You know, after football season?"
"Just shut up and cram your dick into that milking tube."
Jack noticed the loose hoses coming off the butt plug and the cock tube and asked, "Uhm, where do these go?"
"Great question Jack." Next I threw a set of large shoulder pads at him. Jack easily caught them and started to suit up in them. "Whoa! These are like the daddy master of all shoulder pads. Dude, you've been totally holding back on me, but they're sort of flat like they're deflated."
"These pads will hold your protein solution." Then I whispered, "They're gonna pump you up." I blew in my thump and flexed my bicep for him.
"Oh yeah?" Jack responded. "I might like that. No spikes for the shoulders?" Jack mocked an innocent face by blinking his eyes.
We finally worked our way though the whole uniform. It was quite a bit more complicated than a normal uniform due to all the hoses and connections, but Jack soaked up all the details like a sponge.
"All the hoses in your uniform allows your uniform padding to inflate and protect you. The hoses mostly go through your butt pad and the shoulder pads. Your shoulder pads will be inflated with the protein solution, so gravity pumps it up your butt. Also, your shoes are equipped with small pumps in the heels. Every step you take with your cleats pumps gives your suit excess pressure for pumping your butt full of solution or inflating your pads. Finally, the shoulder pads have a small power source to power the whole suit."
I had Jack's full attention.
"When you're wearing this suit, I can monitor your body completely. If you collide into another player, your pads will respond like automotive car bags, but more controlled."
"Dude, I totally look buff." Jack checked out himself in his new full football gear. "OH yeah, I still have it." Jack took another opportunity to milk his cock a bit by adjusting his cock tube excessively.
"Next, we first need to flush your body of waste."
Jack gave me a serious expression. "You're giving me an enema? I mean, isn't that gay dude?"
I plugged a hose in his butt pad and pressed a button on a nearby machine. "Here you go. This will empty out your bowels in a matter of minutes."
I loved watching Jack's face while his butt plug inflated to keep his butthole water tight. Next, a solution started to inflate his bowels. About 1 quart of liquid inflated the jock's guts until he sported a small beer belly. I could only imagine that his abs look more painted on instead of real, but his jersey just pooched out a bit.
I gave his bloated belly a few pats and said, "Okay big boy, just stay here for the next few minutes. I suggest some deep knee bends to help the solution blow out your ass sooner. I'll be back in 20 minutes. When it's done, just unplug the hoses from your butt pad."
"Okay coach, but I want you to know that this enema shit doesn't mean I'm a fag or somethin'." I just shook me head and walked off.
While Jack was getting his belly pumped up, I went back to the horse stable and put on his gear. Just walking up to the pile of that stanky gear gave me an instant boner. Jack and I shared the same shoes and pants sizes. I was a bit taller than Jack, but Jacks huge chest made me feel like a boy that found his daddy's stinky football gear. The gear was still heavy with sweat and cum --especially in the crotch and seat of the football pants. Once all the gear was on, my cock blew up like an over inflated party balloon. I bet a clown could have tied a few poodles using my bloated noodle. Soon, my erection became painfully rigid. I felt veins on my cock I never knew I had. Even my dick head got painfully swollen and super sensitive.
After 20 minutes of bloat, the machine started to drain Jack's belly back down to its normal size.
As I tried to walk quietly into the lab, I saw Jack with his back to me. He was checking himself out in the mirror again. "Dude, how do you stand the hard-ons from this suit. I mean, I keep touching..." Jack turned around to face me and said, "Dude!@!"
For a moment, I was started by his reaction, but then I started to mock Jack by saying, "Dude, how can you stand these hard-ons? There's so much sweaty jizz in my uniform coach. My ball sack is all coated with this shit." I started to tease Jack groping myself.
Jack just stood there for a moment. I started to get worried I had offended him. Finally, he spoke with authority, "Okay Strom, I fucking sick of your screw-ups. Get your hairy ass right here -- right now!"
I walked over to Jack. The role reversal was getting me super hot. Jack started to walk around and inspect me. "Looks like you shit your pants son. Did you crap your pant Strom?"
I yelled back, "No sir, I got in the mud."
"Strom, you still smell like shit." He breathed in the auroma of his old football uniform and said, "You smell like sweaty dick cum. You smell like a boy that can't handle being suited up in a man's football uniform. Have you been playing with your own pussy son?"
"No sir, I'm a jock. I don't have a pussy!"
"Oh really Strom? Let's see if you have a pussy." Jack got right in my face, pressed his nose against mine and stood there. Then he took great care to show me his right gloved hand with the thumb up. Jack reached around to my butt and shoved his thumb right into the rear of my football pants. The sweat soaked seat of my football pants started to slip up my butt crack. Jack didn't stop there, his thumb invaded deeper between my ass cheeks until Jack thumb was pressing my rose bud.
"What's wrong Strom? Did I find your pussy?"
"No sir, I'm a jock. I don't have a pussy!"
Jack shoved his thumb further up my butt hole until it went in all the way. Then he twisted his thumb a few times in my shit chute. "Looks like we found your puss Strom. All that gear and pads, and your kitty is just out there for anyone to touch?" Jack removed his thumb and stuck it under my nose. "What does this smell like Strom?"
"Pussy sir!"
"Who's pussy Strom?"
"My pussy sir."
Jack sat down in a nearby chair. "Over here Strom." Jack motioned me to straddle his left thigh. "Okay Strom, I want you to bend your knees for another exercise." I bent my knees and Jack shoved his left thigh between my legs until Jack's thigh pad jammed against my athletic cup. Next, he reinserted his gloved thumb up my butt hole.
In a lower voice Jack continued, "Okay Strom, it's clear you’re a pussy, but if you come again, you'll be demoted to the pussy squad. You hear me?"
"Yes sir, I won't cum." Just then, Jack started to move my ass back and forth. This forced my athletic cup to ride against Jack's left thigh pad. The ridges on Jack's thigh pads started to bump my athletic cup up and down. At the same time, Jack's thumb continued to make in roads into my violated shit hole. Jack kept egging me, "You like that pussy? You like having your man hole stretched out by coach?"
I couldn't answer because it all hit me right there and then. I was here suited up in Jack Strom's football uniform, grinding his thigh while he desecrated my butt hole, and Jack's trying to make me cum in full gear. "Nooo s..." I never made it to sir. I was a man, but Jack Strom made me yell like a 16 year old losing his virginity.
Once it was apparent that I was cumming, Jack's face turned red and he got a look of anger. Before I could pump my first load, Jack sprung up, kicked me in the jock with his left thigh and I collapsed to the floor on my back.
Once I hit the floor hard Jack turned and sat on my face. "Damn it Strom, you just had to screw up. You really are a big puss."
Jack started tearing at the laces on my pants. For 10 seconds, all I saw was Jack's ass. Jack flipped himself around, but he still had me straddled and pinned. He pulled his dick out of his football pants. My own football pant laces were now untied. "Looks like, you want to be on the pussy squad. Right son?"
I was stunned as I watched Jack shove his cock into the open slit of my soiled football pants. He was right on top of me now with his nose right on my chin fucking the hell out of my laced opening. We both rolled to one side and he shoved his thumb back into my hole. "Come on pussy. Make me cum bitch." After pumping for another 10 seconds, he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Jack's masculine aura made me lose it, but it was Jack's turn too.
After a full kiss, Jack raise his head an inch and whispered, "I'm gonna pump your pussy full of coach spunk." Jack squirted a extra large serving of man gravy over my jock covered dick and in between my legs. In all my years of football, I had never felt so violated, and it felt fucking awesome. Jack had pumped a load in my football pants like I was his clit to fuck. I must have cum too, but Jack’s body weight and his spooge flooding on my jock was too overwhelming.
Jack crushed my nose against his and said, "Now son, lace up those pants tight like a man. We have work to do."
After a moment, he gave me a smile and said, "Also, it’s time for my first injection."