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Tribal Frat- Beginning with a Jockstrap

By Mickey Bamboo

Commissioned by Eiji Otaka

"Ugh, seriously?" Gordon Williamson scrunched his nose as he entered the living area of the Eta Beta Pi fraternity. While the Junior didn't hold any leadership in the computer science and technologically inclined frat, he did like to make sure the place was kept quite clean, even with all night gaming sessions.

Cleaning his glasses, the lanky and almost underfed red headed member couldn't believe the sight before him. There, out on the coffee table seemed to be someone's greenish jock strap.

The oddest part was he was quite sure most of the members didn't even know what a jock strap was, let alone wear one.

"Disgusting." This was quite the outrage for the college student as he slowly circled the offensive item. He was wondering at this point if this was a prank, perhaps some of the other more...athletically minded frats decided to place their dirty laundry around the upscale house. They had done much worse before and now Williamson was horrified at possibly finding more of these around.

Still one issue at a time was always the way to go so the logically thinking man looked to see if there was anything he could use to grab the undergarment without resorting to touching it. It certainly looked used and there was a slight off putting smell that had begun to permeate the room.

Off Putting, yet, oddly interesting a stray thought hit Gordon who tried to put it out of his mind as he sighed. He couldn't even find a stick or a pole to grip that disgusting jock so he'd have to use his hands. At the very least he was lucky the home kept a large supply of anti bacterial soaps and sanitizers on hand.

Hesitantly he bent his short, scrawny form over and gripped the undies.

"Eww, ewww, god, it's moist." He grimaced, pulling the faded emerald tinged item up, yet keeping it as far away from his face as possible. This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon. He had advanced calculus homework to triple check.

As he quickly, with outstretched arm, moved to the kitchen's garbage can, a weird feeling overtook him.

Gordon was straight. Very straight even though obviously those jocks liked to infer otherwise but for some reason that smell was...invigorating. It was a strong, masculine, spicy musk that was mixed with what seemed to be a hearty amount of sex.

Thoughts of powerful men wearing this large jock invaded his mind as he realized that the garment was large. Extra large in fact, wondering if the guy was a linebacker...or a sumo considering the size. He moved it a bit closer to examine it further.

And then there was pouch. Licking his lips he realized whoever wore this was hung as a horse. Not like, as because the front part had to have held something at least a foot long considering his careful calculations as his own bulge began to stir.

Was the smell stronger now, he wondered. Sure the jock was closer to his face so he could get a better look at it, or so he tells himself, but as he returned with it to the living area he was sure that the masculine smell seemed much more intense.

He tried to ignore the throbbing in his own groin as he brought the jock closer. This was wrong, disgusting he told himself but the scent was just so enticing.

It wasn't hurting anyone was it? It didn't seem dirty really, just a bit sweaty and sex stained as Gordon tried to imagine the man who wore such a massive jock.

The nerd let loose a high pitched, awkward chuckle. He was blushing as the idea of his orc barbarian character dressed in the undies. While he never imagined his toon as anything more then a power fantasy, he knew the garment would fit him and his massive, sweaty bulge.

His hand moved down to his throbbing groin slightly as he bit his lower lip. He ignored hsi swollen orbs, their now greenish hue hidden underneath his clothes as his thoughts turned even more erotic.

What if he wore them? And not even changing in his room, but just taking off his clothes right then and there. He knew they would never fit but right just then, as he took a deeper sniff from the jock, he needed to at least feel them on himself.

Williamson's eyes darted back and forth, looking at the clocks. He had memorized everyone's schedules so he could make the chore charts so he knew he had some time to strip before anyone came in. Taking one more smell, relishing the spicy musk, he set the jock down and proceeded to strip, his muscles aching slightly as they seemed more toned than before, larger.

"Heh, just thinking about wearing it makes me feel more powerful. Must be a placebo effect..." His mind tried to rationalize the changes as he started to itch his face, all the while his eyes remained on the jock.

Finally free of his clothes, Gordon hesitantly, and yet excitedly slowly slid the jock on, ignoring his now large egg sized green orbs.

Of course the garment was massive on him but it felt good as he sat down. It was easier than holding it up all the time as the comfortable undies just seemed to emphasize his bulge.

The thoughts of his orc character flowed back into his mind. Massive, masculine, mountainous. A whole range of synonyms appeared in his head yet they were slowly becoming simpler as his hand moved to his crotch, feeling his still softened member.

Muscles continued to ache as if he had just worked out, growing and thickening as scrawny slowly turned to lean. The red heads smooth body soon became started to grow some hair as he closed his eyes, fantasizing about the orc.

He of course didn't notice as his thick belly began to round out , some bulk building over the small abs that were just appearing while the first strands of a treasure trail made their appearance. Itching his belly, a new thought came over Gordon.

Why was he fantasizing about the orc when he could be the orc. Or at least be like an orc. A big dominate orc. He already enjoyed being in control even though he never said anything, but imagining himself as a huge green mean machine, well, it felt good.

His member twitched at that thought, the smaller, cut penis was thickening, though still fairly flaccid. Length and width was quickly being added to the now emerald spear as Gordon continued to rub it, the first drops of pre starting to pour out from the tip, staining the jock.

He grunted a bit. It felt good. He was making the jock his own as the student's lower canines ached, pushing outwards, sharpening in his wider jaw. Stubble started to fill his face as the testosterone from his now lemon sized orbs began to rush throughout his expanding body.

"Umm yeah..." Gordon groaned, body racked with pleasure. He even started to feel masculine now, imaging other guys worshiping his body as an orc. Stuffing them into his musky crotch, or sweaty pits. All the while he continued to grow all over. His cock almost 8 inches soft now, as the foreskin had begun to reform. The front of that jock was completely moist now from all of his leakage.

Lithe had moved to average, and then athletic. All except for that rounded belly, Gordon's now 6'2 form was closing in on body builder status. The emerald hue had completely covered his lower body now, and more body hair expanded on his beefier legs and large green feet.

His face was showing a much more bestial cast as those lower yellowing canines had gently pushed over his upper lip, and his brow had thickened, pushing slightly forward. He looked almost like some thuggish grunt.

"Ugh... fuck..." He growled, voice deeper than before, much more gravely. He also cursed, which was something he used to find only those of lesser intellect resorted to but now it felt, right. Still, he wondered why he couldn't get hard. His larger green hand looked more like a paw as he cotnined to grope himself through the jock, as the scent of sex permeated the room.

Biceps began to bulge as his other hand started to rub his belly. It felt increasingly good as he started to ignore any changes. This was right wasn't it? He was a big man as he grabbed a can of beer which seemed to appear out of nowhere. Opening his eyes, the light behind them seemed to dim a bit as he used a tusk to open the beer.

Downing it in one shot, the more orc then man let out a belch.

"Groo..." He groaned, seeing a six pack on the coffee table where he now rested his feet in clear violation of the rules he set.

Williamson started to realize what he needed.

"Fuckin' "ell." He grunted as his new power-lifter build flexed. Thick caterlope sized biceps throbbed as he wanted the other frat boys to service him. That's what he needed as his now 10 inch member hardened fully into his sticky, pre soaked jock.

He started to lick the stickiness from his free hand in between sips of the brew, relishing his own taste and smell. Grunting he imagined his brothers completely worshiping him, licking his pits, rubbing his belly, sucking him off.

Letting out a window shaking belch the mountainous man slapped his massive paunch as he passed seven feet tall. Huge muscled thighs spread wide to give way to his large bulge, now dripping tinted precum through the jock strap and making a slimy yellowish green puddle on the floor as he continued to pump his 14 hardened inches of orc cock.

All human intelligence had faded from his brutish face as he growled more, grunting as he imagined his bros servicing him.

"MM no, zug, not bros...fuckin' tribe..." A dumb grin came to his beastly, tusk filled face. Drool started to spill out over his darkened lower lip as his redish hair seemed to take a brighter tone as he jerked off faster. What if his frat boys weren't normal, but big ass orcs like him.

"Urrr, yeah Grog like big orcs..." Straining his jock, the large orc no longer had any of his human traits, except for his now haggard, brutish cast of crimson hair. He began grunting snorting as his massive pole continued to leak more and more yellowed pre as he gripped his hairy, massive belly.

"Grog wanna fuck..." Grog's baritone voice bellowed lazily as he downed another beer. He shouldn't have to jerk himself off like this. He deserved to have other big orcs serve him.. Obey him and his big muscles and large orc gut.

"Grog gonna fuck hurr hurr.." The orcs beady red eyes glazed over as the massive monster was sweating now from the growth, the changes, and the exertion. He stuck his upturned nose into his hairy pit and took a deep sniff, causing a large glob of pre to explode from his member.

"Durr Grog smell good...." He started sniffing that pitt more as his free hand started rubbing his massive chest perched upon his gut. Fat rounded what was a very muscular breast, all covered by a pelt of red hair.

Finally, giving his sweaty, spicy pit one more long sniff, the orc roared as he came. A geyser of lime yellow cum exploded outward through his soaking jock, spreading infectious spunk all over the once clean living area, now strewn with multiple empty beer cans.

"Grog...feel nice...hurrhurr..." The massive dumb orc just sprawled on the couch, letting out large burps as his cock continued to belch up more cum, going on for mintues.

That's when the lazy orc heard a commotion at the door.

"Hey Gordon, I got some snacks for tonights...what the hell, what is that smell..." A voice rang out as the orcs face turned into a dark grin.

Wandering into the living room, aghast at the mess, and yet feeling a strange allure to that musk, a chunky frat nerd walked in to see a 7 foot tall beast played across the couch, wearing nothign but a cum covered jock.

Unfortunately for the student, the time that he should have taken to run, he spent almost horrified...and aroused at the muscle gutted beast.

That's when he found himself grabbed by Grog, and his head shoved against the orc's flaccid groin.

"Service Grog..." The massive orc groaned, tongue hanging out as he imagined this tubby boy as a lard ass orc. Yeah, the tribe could use a fatty to breed... and he'd only be the first.