I had started at Military College just after getting out of high school a year ago. And now I was on the soccer team. I played offense, scoring two points in my first season. Pretty good, but I wanted to be much better. Not just at soccer either, at becoming a soldier as well.

I had heard about this “jock strap” before. But no one who had it done ever talked about it. Although, guys who had it done started showering and living on a different part of the campus, and seemed to keep more to themselves. But those guys were better at athletics than the other guys, certainly. On academics, I couldn’t say.

“I am going to put the strap on you. It needs to fit extra snug to your body and to the genitals. After that we will discuss what to do next.” Skinner said.

The guy went around and started fitting out the team. The straps looked normal enough, but had a good deal of extra padding in front. I watched as Skinner fitted out the guy next to me, Rod. His name was sorta funny because Rod’s dick was enormous, a good 10 inches, and it always showed. I secretly had a thing for him but I didn’t want to compromise my secret. Rod was sitting next to me and laughed as Skinner fitted him up. I saw that inside the padding was what looked like little blue crystals behind a plasticy mesh. Skinner sealed the strap up tight on Rod’s groin using some kind of elastic cord.

Skinner did me next. I stepped into the strap, he pulled it up and tightened the cords, which seemed to tighten on my waist and around the edges of my junk. I felt that there were little crystals in there, I could feel them rubbing against my junk. But other than that it felt kinda nice to have such a tight jock strap on, the pressure of it, along with sitting next to Rod and seeing the other team members getting it done was really exciting me, but I tried to think ugly thoughts.

“Yea man, I see this thing is getting to you too man.” Rod said to me. I almost fainted, we spoke rarely.

“Yea, it feels funny.” I must have sounded ridiculous, and he laughed. Then, he reached out and squeezed my dick under the mesh, I felt the crystals hidden inside scrap against me, but it was light.

“I’m glad we are gunna get this done together, you know what is going to happen after this right? Well, I’m glad we get to get done together.” He said. It was cryptic and I didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Skinner finished the fittings and was talking again.

“Now, gentlemen, I know this sounds odd, but you need to urinate in your jock strap, a few times is helpful. If you don’t have to or can’t yet, we have hydration fluid at the back of the room. You can go about getting dressed for practice while you drink, we’ll plan on everyone being ready for practice in about 30, ok? Oh, and don’t worry, it won’t leak, I see your panic, ha.”

Everyone laughed at that, and Skinner went to the back of the room to hand out the fluid. Rod smiled at me and said “Let’s drink.” So we went to the back together to get a cup. It was a strong tasting, but sweet, syrup. It reminded me of alcohol, maybe a schnapps. We were only suppose to have one. I stood around next to Rod, hoping he’d talk to me again and not knowing what to say. Hoping he’d tell me what he knew about these things, why they mattered.

“I’m so stoked, dude, I have really been waiting for this.” Rod said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, don’t you know, man?” He could tell by the look on my face that I didn’t. “Well, man, we are going to use these to join the elite drone squad. It’s going to take away our physical needs and leave us complete soldiers. I mean dude, after this, you are just, you know, a drone man. The elite, the best of the best. A drone man. I’m so stoked, man. I can’t believe you don’t know about it yet. Like, we will only be able to orgasm when our superior officer allows us to, like at these trippy festivals they have on east campus, man. That’s the only time. The rest of the time we can totally focus on being the best soldier, totally devoted to our unit.”

“Man, I don’t know what you mean, but I have to pee bad.” I said.

“Do it, man me too, let’s piss at the same time man.”

“Dude I got to piss.” I was about to shout it, I could tell other guys were relieving themselves into their jocks, they had a guilty look to them.

“Alright man, I’m starting . . . NOW.” Rod said, so I started to piss, it felt good, I really had to go.

I was surprised that despite having peed, nothing came out of the jock and the jock didn’t expand or change shape at all. It was a little weird. Then I started to feel a light tingle. Soon enough I need to piss again.

“Rod, man, I’m going again.”

“I just went dude, yea man, it really starts to feel after the second piss man.”

The strap felt really, really tight around my crotch. I felt squeezed to the point where my junk would just burst. But it didn’t hurt really. That tingle, tickle, whatever it was, kept growing though. My face flushed. I went and got dressed for practice.

Skinner came and got us for practice. He said the tingle was normal and good, and that it should grow more intense as we practiced and ran, and that we should keep using the strap to urinate until after the practice. It would be short today, only an hour or so.

We went out to the field and did some laps. I felt the strap, it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier as my heart picked up pace, and tighter too. I really liked the constricted feeling, I just really, really did. I thought I might try to keep the strap to play with again some other time, the tightening just felt so great. I would have really loved to have gotten fucked in the ass. I felt like I was close to getting a nut.

But, really, all the guys were getting a little flushed looking, a redness in the face. I could feel I wasn’t alone. I tried to keep up with Rod while we ran, but I couldn’t.

After laps, we did a match. It was to be a short one. We all already looked pretty well worked out, probably from the intense feelings of the strap. The tingle felt like a lot more than that now, after the run it felt just like a full fire lapping at my cock and balls. But I loved the feeling, I just kept smiling. I couldn’t help but like this. And I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing my erection as the jock was on so damn tight, like my nuts would pop back into my body.

The match wasn’t going anywhere but in the last few minutes Rod passed me the ball, I got to it and started pushing my way through a punishing defense. I felt really warm all over, let alone in my crotch, and I’m sure it affected everyone’s play. I got to the outer defense and just slammed the ball toward the goal. I felt as the flames in my crotch lapped at my balls, burning my nuts, that felt as though they were totally exposed inside the jock. Oh, god, I just jumped in the air to feel my nuts, they felt totally free of their sac for some reason. My dick felt rock hard, stiff and shoved into the tiniest hole, and as the ball past the goal post, I just nutted. I felt my whole crotch pounding against the jock strap, it felt so great. I looked around at the team mates, I was still wetting myself, some were coming up to congratulate me, they rubbed my back and slapped my ass. They probably didn’t know I was pumping the fatest load of my life into my strap. It felt amazing, having my orgasm surrounded by these men. I was panting. Rod came over, he pinched my check. I was sweating heavy, and so was he. I thought he’d kiss me, but he pulled back. A dazed look crossed his face. He must have just cum, I thought.

We went back to the locker rooms and were told to sit down again. My heart was still racing with the amazing feelings I had just experienced, and a numb, beautiful feeling swept back and forth across my crotch. It was like a wave of bliss.

Skinner had a big smile on his face as he looked out at us, and we all looked sweaty and red. He just stood there for a long while before he spoke.

“I want everyone to stand up.” He barked at us. We complied without hesitation. I already felt like he owned me.

“Now, untie the elastic cords around your straps.” Everyone seemed to be acting in unison. I thought how beautiful that was, how we all needed to be the same as each other, do the same things when ordered. It was so right.

I busily untied my cord. The knot was hard to work out, but it came. I hadn’t paid attention to how incredibly heavy the strap felt now compared to before.

“Loosen straps!” We pulled at our waists, loosening our straps from our hips, in unison.

“Remove straps!” He growled as he said it. I felt a tinge of fear at what was going to happen, I started to get the picture. I pulled my strap to the floor. I looked over at Rod as he pulled down his, his attention blindly focused on Skinner, his face expressionless. I saw his groin. There was nothing there! Just a tiny hole and a little flap of skin. He thrust his strap to the ground, looked down, and then smiled. His expression shocked me. He was smiling so broadly.

I didn’t look down at first, I stood at attention like the others.

“Look at yourself!”

I did, I stared down. The strap on the floor was leaking blue puss everywhere around my feet and then, right there, was a little tiny flap of skin and a hole, just like Rod, just like all the others.

“Urinate!”

I pissed so hard. I didn’t even know where it came from, but it felt excellent. I felt the piss coming out of my new hole, and I couldn’t help myself, I touched the stream, let it flow over my hand. I then started to rub my empty crotch as the stream died down. I felt like there was nothing there and yet I felt like it was the most pleasurable feeling I had ever had, knowing that I didn’t have genitals anymore. I smiled too. Rod looked over at me, we smiled at each other.

“Welcome to the Drones, ATTENTION!” I realized instantly that I loved this, this feeling of a voided crotch and membership in this important group of complete submission and conformity. I had been so chosen!

“Touch toes!” We all did. We held ourselves there as Skinner went around and inspected us, I guessed. He went up to a guy, put a probe in his ass, and the guy grunted. Skinner removed the probe, told the guy to stand and exit to the showers, and went to the next guy.

Skinner finally came up to Rod, my legs and back burning, and I could feel Rod quiver next to me as Skinner shoved the metal probe up Rod’s ass. Rod grunted loudly. I saw fluid spit out of his hole, and he was got up and he left for the showers, now it was me.

I was so excited. I wanted to do whatever it took to be a part of this group. I felt the metal pry open my ass, it felt so damn good, how I had been wanting this all day! Instantly I felt the same tight feeling in my crotch as before while my ass was getting stretched open. I thought I’d come again, but then I felt a surge of electricity come out of the probe into my ass, and I just grunted and came so powerfully. I felt like my prostate had been emptied.

I was told to get up and go to the showers. Rod saw me come in and washed me down, he paid special attention to my empty crotch and my ass, it felt so good, I felt so deeply bonded with him suddenly. I washed the next man, and felt the need to submit, and to love all the men here. We were all the same.