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The Initiation (FICTION)

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After joining a jockstrap fetish club, adventures begin to unfold with other fetishes. (fiction)

Perusing online a short while ago, i came across a website for jockstrap fetishists. It was actually a website for belonging to a club for jockstrap fetishists. There was a $5 monthly fee to help cover costs of events like socials & gatherings they put on. Seemed like a pretty cool club to join from how the website presented it. Events that they held looked like fun. Of course these were events where guys could hang together in their jockstraps, and some even had women invited as well. Shortly after I joined, i was asked to fill out some questionnaire or survey about myself so they could know more about how to appeal to new members, & i guess cater certain things toward certain people, like events i might be interested in, etc. So i filled it out. It had some interesting questions. one was "If you could be masturbated while restrained, which respected authority figure would you like to have do the honors?" And the choices were A) a doctor B) a cop C) a priest D) none of the above. I guess that was to appeal to fetishes for certain dominants. They asked about other bodily areas that you like to have touched, etc, pretty much trying to cover everything that turns you on. They asked on a scale of 1 to 5 how much we'd consider trying giving oral, then the same scale again about giving anal They had scheduled this one event that was geared toward new members coming out & introducing themselves to other club members. I was sent an invite & given a deadline to respond. I figured I'd go because it sounded like fun. It was going to be outdoors, seemingly in public. It would give me a chance to meet other members, & it would give me a chance to lounge around with other jockstrap fetishists in just our jockstraps, and participate in whatever fun activities they'd have planned. I was sent a white sticker with a red number on it that i was supposed to stick onto my waistband, apparently to identify who i was. My number was 8. I thought of wearing it sideways to look like "infinity". I was told to "Please show up wearing only your jockstrap". Luckily the weather was conducive for that. But it seemed very edgy. We were asked to meet in a parking lot of an abandoned building. In the days leading up to the event, I chatted with a few guys on the site to see if they had any clue what was in store for us at this event, since not much was really mentioned of it. I had gathered it would be outdoors, in public, but i wasn't sure who we would be exposed to outside the club that might see us. One of the guys thought we might be jogging around town, where people could see us as a gang in our jockstraps, & it would be like a thrill for us, being that exposed to others, but in unison. Someone else suggested he got the impression they would have like a carnival atmosphere set up in the parking lot. The day of the event came. A long ride, & i wasn't quite sure where i was going, i wound up reaching the parking lot early. It was totally empty except for one car. Wasn't sure i had the right place, although I had the street right & the lot as described. I pulled up alongside the car to ask if i were in the right place. It was another new member who wanted to sit in his car, since all he had on was a jockstrap and he didn't want to be hanging out in the lot by himself wearing a jockstrap, in case people drove by, etc. Not ever having done anything like this before, i was awkward too. So we both sat in our cars waiting. After another 15 minutes or so, cars began showing up, one by one. Once there were 5 or 6 of us, we got out of our cars. A few of us were doing a lot of looking around, paranoid to see who might be around. It was a pretty quiet area. Eventually 2 of the site's moderators showed up. After coming around to each of us & introducing themselves, they began giving us an "overview" of what we were going to do. They had us line up side by side by number. There were 11 of us lined up, all in jockstraps. I lined up 8th, since i had that number. They had us count off by 3's to form 3 groups which would go to opposite corners of the lot. So i started out in a sub group with 2, 5, & 11. Both 10 & 11 got re-shuffled to the group which had 3, 6, & 9. One of the moderators was talking on a walkie talkie or a hand held radio to someone. The other moderator went from group to group, seemingly trying to psyche us up for this gathering. After about 5 minutes, a bunch of rental vans & one black van came speeding into the parking lot. The rental vans all had that "Only 19.95 per day!" ad on them. Everything just started to happen so fast. The vans pulled up really close to us & stopped. Near the group of 3 that had numbers 1,4, & 7, the doors of the 2 vans that pulled up near them opened, and out came about 8 cops in navy blue uniforms. 2 of them were female. They rushed at the 3 guys standing there, at least 2 or 3 cops to a guy, immediately seizing them, handcuffing them & hauling them to the vans. The rest of us thought this was some kind of bust for indecent exposure or a set up or something, so we tried to run. But the other vans had seemed to have cornered us, leaving us almost nowhere to run. I tried to run out of our corner towards the other group. i could see folks in white coats rushing out of those vans, it looked like with straight jackets for those guys in that corner. From the vans that pulled up near us, about 8 guys in all black jumped out & began to chase us. No sooner did I think I might actually make it out of there, did 2 guys grab me from behind, one grabbing each arm. They dragged me back to the black van. Facing inside the open van, my head was pushed down to the van floor, my hands were tied behind my back. I could feel rope being wrapped around my ankles, tying them together before one of them grabbed my legs & swung them up & over & into the van. The van door was closed & the van promptly drove off. I still hadn't figured out that we were divided as per our answers to the "survey", which turned out to be a feel out for our desires & fantasies. As i lay on the floor of the van, i soon noticed that these guys were wearing white collars & were priests, and that this must be a church van with the seats taken out. Before i knew it, one of them sat on my calves, gripped my jock & started shaking it in rapid motion as i lay there squirming, as if trying to shake it off. Another one tried to stabilize me on the floor by grabbing me under my arms & pinning my shoulders down with his palms. I heard someone yell, "tickle his testes ! ", as if announcing the name of a song or an event. I did answer the "what arouses you most" survey with "having my balls tickled". At the sound of the word "testes", i felt a tremendous anxiety come over me about what was to happen. Fingers of each of them alternated dancing back & forth to either side of my jock, & on my jock, making contact over my jock with my balls from every angle, as they laughed continuously. My blood was rushing through me, giving me a burning erection that the pouch served to somewhat subdue. My breaths were getting louder as i desperately need oxygen. My mouth became somewhat dry. They had me repeat after them "Oh, Father, strip me of my strap & rid me of the demon seed that possesses me." I barely whispered as my breath panted. I couldn't help but let out a moan as i said "father". Then, as i felt so out of breath, as if having run a marathon, "strip me......of my stra...". Slowly i got the rest of the words out whispering through my breath, feeling on the verge of passing out. I lie there powerless, about ready to lose consciousness. Suddenly i feel fingers against my waist and my jockstrap being pulled down to my knees in dramatic fashion. My erect penis sprung up into the air immediately upon release from the strap. I could hear them saying "Oh look at that!" "Whoa !" Suddenly i felt a hand wrap around my erect penis & begin to squeeze it. The strong hand gave a rapid tight to loose to tight grip, squeezing me as if trying to fully inflate me & make it the biggest it's ever been. It felt like 2 sets of fingers tickling each ball, as that hand began to stroke me. I started to convulse a bit as pre-cum had begun to roll out of me. I could feel the change of hands, as the next one brought with it a feel of some grease or petroleum jelly, and there was an increase in stroke pace. I began to convulse again, as the feel was becoming more intense. It wasn't going to be long before i would just explode. They switched off again. "He's ready! " "He's gonna blow it!", a few other similar remarks made among the laughter. It was only a few strokes after they made the final hand switch that i shot the first spurt. well into the air, as I heard a chorus of "Whoa !", followed by a bunch of mostly "Oh's !", "Whoa's", & "Yeah!'s" as semen seemed to gush out of me for a good 10 seconds, though it was probably 5, maybe 6. I heard someone yell to the driver "Good to go!", followed by the engine starting up. I was oblivious to the fact we actually stopped somewhere. it had felt like the van had been moving the whole time. And so the van drove back to the parking lot, & dropped us off, as eventually all the vans returned. Apparently, the purpose had been to create adventures where all the stuff we chose as preferences on the questionnaires would come true. I was oblivious to the fact another "newbie" had been in the same van with me & a total of 5 or 6 "priests" between the 2 of us. I had no idea who was real & who was just dressed as a character. Later on I learned it was mixed for the priests, one of the nurses was an actual nurse, the doctors were fake, & I think all the cops were fake. There we stood in the parking lot, clad in only our jockstraps, sharing stories about what we just experienced. Someone said our numbers on the stickers were used to identify us individually in terms of what we were going to experience. Like "Number 1 gets this, number 2 gets this", etc. It seemed there were 2 or 3 doctors/nurses, cops, or priests for each "newbie" to the jockstrap club. Some guys gave &/or received oral &/or anal during their ordeals. Some were masturbated during mock physical exams & mock police strip searches. Everything was as per their survey answers for each of us individually. We all seemed to agree that it was scary at first because we had no idea what was going on. When we all got in our cars to go home, I think everyone was thinking as I was - what was next for this jockstrap club we joined?

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