When I entered college as a freshman, I prepared myself for the occasional hazing that would occur; especially when I found out I would be one of the gophers for the college baseball team. You know go for this and that pick up the balls and bats, and make sure we had plenty of liquid refreshments at the games and practices. Basically I would be helping the coaches. I figured the jocks would try to have a little fun humiliating the batboy. Little did they know, I always had a thing for baseball players. I mean, look at those tight bulging uniforms, reeking of sweat and masculinity, and how could a guy who is turned on by men, not get sexually aroused? I especially enjoyed watching some of those studs walk up to bat. Every time they would perform the same ritual of spitting and grabbing their crotch to adjust their cups, or scratch their balls. After many a game when the players would leave, I would pick up after them, gathering dirty clothes left behind, and there were always plenty of jock straps lying around reeking of man-sweat. I indulged myself taking in the scents, and getting myself off. But little did I know that some of the guys suspected that I was playing around with their "equipment" so to speak and thus, this college team planned some major league hazing to have some fun of their own, and give me my just desserts.


That night, after the game, the guys seemed to skip the usual shower and gradually filed out of the gym. I was putting the equipment up in the locker rooms, and planned on leaving myself. However, as I finished up and headed for the door, someone grabbed me from behind. Immediately, someone blindfolded me, and stuffed something in my mouth to keep me quiet. I began to struggle, but someone shoved a knee into my groin, not with terrible force, but just enough to quiet me down. I groaned and bent over, but strong arms lifted me back to my feet, and shoved me down the corridor. I could tell by the scent of soap and sweat mixed, that I had been taken to the shower room. A few feet into the room, I was shoved into a seat. Something wet and gooey oozed up between my legs, so I knew something was up. My hands were tied behind me, and then someone finally took the blindfold off, and I looked around in horror!


About fifteen or so players from the baseball team were present. The room was full of pies, canisters of whip cream and pudding and buckets of some sort of green and blue looking slime. One of the players, named Rich, walked up and pulled my gag out and revealed it was one of the teammate s jockstraps stuffed into my mouth. I knew I smelled something familiar. I looked down and saw that I had been forced to sit into a huge custard pie. Brian, one of the larger players, stepped up with an evil grin on his face.


Hey, Eric, I ve heard you have a thing for jock straps. Someone mentioned you ve been having a little too much fun after our games. So, what about it?
Uh I don t know what you are talking about
Sure you do. Hey, let s roll that beautiful jock footage!
Jason strolled in with a TV and VCR on a metal cart. He popped in a tape, and to my surprise it was ME on the screen, playing around the locker room after a game, doing my worst. The guys laughed themselves sick as they watched me stealing into the lockers of some of the star players on the team and plant my face into their jocks. Taking a huge sniff, I would rub my crotch, enjoying the scent. I felt my face flush red as I looked at the guys laughing at my expense. I struggled to get free, but it was no use. The tape was turned off and several players walked up to my chair and glared at me with evil grins. Several were adjusting their groins in anticipation.


Brian chuckled one more time and said, Well, me and the boys decided to help ya out tonight Eric. He slowly unzipped his own pants still clinging to his legs with sweat. He stood over me as he removed his sweaty, stained jock strap, letting his cock and ball sack hang free before me. I was shocked as he did this, but then I remembered these guys see each other in the buff every day, so to them it s no big deal. Examining his trophy closely he noted that it had quite a few pubic hairs clinging to the inside. You ll love that I m sure, and with those words he placed the straps around the back of my head and pulled the pouch tightly into my face, rubbing it in for good measure. He was right it did have quite a few hairs, and it was soaked with sweat. The intense smell of jock scent being rubbed in my face made me reel backwards in the chair and the guys erupted into laughter.


Let the hazing begin!! shouted Zack, the cocky, star shortstop, and with that everyone grabbed a pie or a can of whip cream. Donnie, the outfielder with the habit of adjusting himself during a game, walked up and forced my face into his sweaty crotch. You like that?? he mocked, rubbing my face deep into his groin. He finally pulled me away, removed the jockstrap from over my face, and planted a huge custard pie in it s place, rubbing it in until cream was forced into my mouth and nose. Suddenly pies from every direction where plastering me. The team was really working themselves up, hollering, shouting for more. Someone I couldn t see stood me up and then pies were shoved hard into my crotch until I bent over groaning in pain, mixed with pleasure. My shirt was ripped off and I felt something like slime being poured over my head. It ran down all over my body, and then another ball player unsnapped the front of my pants and poured some more glop down into my underwear. I shivered as the cold goo oozed down over my now hardening cock, and dripped off my nuts into my shorts. Then I felt my pants being ripped off of me, leaving me standing in front of whole baseball team with nothing more than underwear sagging down to my knees, full of slime, cream, and custard.


Hey, let s have our ace throw some of these at em!! I braced myself. Greg, the star pitcher, could really hurl a baseball. CRACK! An egg smashed into my forehead, and oozed down slowly over my face. Another plastered my chest, and then he got me good in the groin!! An egg smacked right into my nuts, and I doubled over, groaning loudly.



The laughter was deafening. I was down on my knees now, so some of the players decided to take advantage of the situation. Several of the guys surrounded me and took turns shoving my face into their jock-covered crotch, making me smell, and even lick their packages. I noticed that some of them had raging hard-ons and I knew the sexual energy was on the rise. Finally someone couldn t contain it any longer and I felt a warm, hard cock shoved into my mouth, being thrust hard and deep. The hoots and hollering grew louder as some horny jock I couldn t see through the cream covering my eyes, fucked my face until he almost blew his load. Someone pulled him back at the last minute, muttering something about saving that load for later.

With strong arms, Brian placed me back into the chair, now covered with layers of ooze. It seeped up between my legs, causing my semi-erection to stand at full attention. The team took notice of my enjoyment of their hazing, and mocked me further. Josh walked up, and placing a can of whip cream at his crotch level, made it appear I was sucking his dick by putting the end of the can into my mouth and thrusting his hips back and forth. He had a fellow player hold my mouth open, and with his teammates cheering him on, he forced me to almost eat the whole can!!

Look boys, this guy likes to swallow, Josh blurted as he squirted the can into my mouth making it appear it was his cock I was servicing. Josh grabbed another can of cream, and proceeded to squirt it down my throat. I began to feel sick with huge amounts of cream being dumped into my stomach , and let out a groan as I bent over in the chair.


Ok, ok I think he has learned his lesson boys, Brian intervened on my behalf. Or so I thought. I did look pretty pathetic sitting there, hardly recognizable as a person. I looked more like a huge glob of gunge, covered completely, with it dripping and oozing off of every part of my body. I think we only have one more thing to do here he looked at me with another one of his evil grins.


Hey, Greg, come on over here, Brian yelled to his teammate who had been sitting and watching with a smile from the back of the showers. Hey, would you mind us borrowing your jock? By now, most of the players were stripped down to their jocks, as they were having too much fun rubbing my face into them. Greg was a bit more shy, and had remained fully clothed. Now Greg was the team s catcher, and was the largest player by far on the team. His thighs were massive, and I would almost cream as I watched him give signals to the pitcher between those huge legs of his during a game. Now he was standing over me, his tight uniform showing off all his assets, from his well developed pecs, to his package between his legs. At first I figured he would decline, but a smile appeared on his face as I looked up at him, pleading for mercy.


Oh, what the hell and with those words he peeled of his uniform pants to the cheers of his teammates. I couldn t help but gasp as his revealed what was under his strap. The largest slab of meat I have ever seen fell down between his legs, rivaled only by the huge nuts hanging behind it!! It had to be 8 inches hanging there soft. The guys noticed my attention riveted by Greg s display of manhood, and began to poke fun at Greg because of it.
Better watch it Greg he s got his eyes on you!!


Yeah, he wants to show that package of yours a good time!
He ll be having some good, wet dreams tonight dreamin about you!
With that last statement, Greg looked down at me with a leer, shook his head to say, You d better not, grabbed the last pie, and plastered my face. Brian took the massive jock strap of Greg s and gathered everyone around him.


Ok boys, we ve got to release some of this tension so let it all hang out, and just give it a good wank!


The guys yelled and hollered and began to whip out their dicks and jack them furiously. The tension had reached a crescendo and I was sitting there the object of their good time, dripping, oozing, covered with gunge, humiliated. But the ultimate degradation was just about to happen.


Everyone was obviously about to blow their load, when Brian called for all present to shoot their wad into Greg s jockstrap. I couldn t believe my eyes, as over a dozen guys unloaded their cum into the huge strap. Brian took good care not to let a drop escape, even though the sheer amount of cream was oozing it s way though, dripping in a long string to the floor. Brian walked over to me, with that evil smile and said, Ok, buddy, since you have a thing for jocks, I think I ll let you get a good whiff of this one The guys cheered him on, as he slowly placed the straps around my head, and with a final laugh forced the pouch full of thick, white, gooey cum right square into my face. All the guys wanted in on this, and they ran up to where I was bound sitting to give it their own rubbing in. They opened my mouth, making me take a huge load of it down my throat. It dripped and oozed down my chin in strings, where some were catching it in their hands to rub it in again. From my neck up, I was totally covered with white globs of cum. The hazing was complete.


The team left me sitting there bound the chair, covered with pies, whip cream, pudding, custard, eggs, slime, and yes, their own cum. It oozed, dripped, and ran down my whole body. I eventually worked my hands free of their bonds, and finally found my own release. I learned one good lesson anyway. Gunge makes a good lubricant!!