Betwixt: The Athletic Cup Curse

This story is a cross-over with the characters of Epic Roshambo and A Woman Scorned so you may want to re-read those stories before continuing but not necessary.

Jennifer had absentmindedly read the same passage three times before deciding to close her textbook and venturing to her apartment's tiny kitchen to fix a cocktail. The end of her first full year of graduate school was approaching and despite having done quite well throughout, she was still feeling nervous about her upcoming exams. However, it was clearly time for a well-deserved study break she determined as she lounged on the couch.

It was an unseasonably warm late spring day so the chilled cocktail was especially refreshing as she lazily scrolled through her social media feeds on her phone. Most of the posts were innocuous musings but someone had posted a link to an article the headline of which made Jennifer laugh out loud.

"Fraternity Sued After Multiple Students Injured In Horrific Prank"

Even with the phrase 'horrific prank' the headline's sterile matter-of-fact language barely conveyed the full scope of what had actually happened nearly a year ago to the day. Jennifer had unleashed a hex on ten members of the Tau Omega Chi that had resulted in twenty totally destroyed testicles. She and her friend Heather had laughed as the damage they inflicted on a bag of cursed ping pong balls was magically transferred to the young men's sacks. When one of the ping pong balls exploded under Jennifer's heel, an unfortunate testicle burst in sync. When a toy ball was crushed flat, another testicle bit the dust and so on until there wasn't a single whole testicle left. The best was when cocky senior James Monroe's last gonad instantly turned into pulp after the ping pong ball entangled with it was run over by the girls' car. Since James' nut was literally pulverized as if it had been physically under the wheel, there was absolutely nothing doctors could do but suction out the mess and sew up his empty bean bag.

She and Heather had planted a listening devise in the room before the chaos and Jennifer nearly spilled her drink as she convulsed in laughter remembering how the frat boys had screamed and howled like drunken animals, totally confused as their young spuds were mashed seemingly with no explanation. Jennifer wished she had invested in a spy cam so that she could have seen the looks of terror and confusion etched across all ten of their goofy yet handsome faces as they watched each others' junk being utterly trashed. Of course, no one believed the story about 'ghosts' and 'magic'; the media and police assumed it was some kind of fraternity prank that had gone horribly wrong, and rather than fess up, the boys had concocted an outrageous explanation. Jennifer wiped tears of laughter from her face as she skimmed the news story.

A week went by and Jennifer took, and passed, her final exam of the year. Relieved that the term was over, Jennifer was preparing to settle in and unwind with a Netflix marathon when there was an unexpected knocking at the door.

Jennifer opened the door and burst into a broad smile to see Heather standing next to a tall, slim young man with a wild mop of blonde hair. Jennifer didn't recognize him, but he slightly resembled Heather.

"Heather! Girl! Why didn't you call?" 

Jennifer ushered Heather and the blonde young man into her apartment and within minutes Jennifer and Heather were toasting a glass of chianti. Heather introduced her brother Alex, a freshman at nearby Charn Academy a small, pretentious junior college Jennifer had heard of but knew nothing about. Heather had come to visit him and was going to surprise her old friend Jennifer in the process but Alex had confided something in her that made her immediately want to enlist Jennifer's help.

Alex was a handsome, scrawny lad who exuded politeness and class, like his sister. After downing a glass of wine and being reassured by his sister that Jennifer was a trusted friend, Alex clenched his fists and rattled off a story so fast he barely stopped to take a breath. The last term, Alex had become smitten with a fellow student named Ken, a straight athletic Korean athlete, and star of the Academy rugby team, and after misreading cues after a night of studying, had attempted to lean in for a kiss. Ken reacted as if Alex had tried dousing him with acid and instead of just accepting Alex's embarrassed apology, proceeded to shove Alex away before packing up his bag and leaving.

Alex was actually understanding. If Ken had tried to steal an unsolicited kiss from a woman and she reacted the same, Alex would have found it fair. But that isn't where it ended. Ken proceeded to spread a vicious rumor that the meek freshman was a depraved sexual predator, wildly exaggerating the story to make it seem like Alex had drugged and nearly raped the passed out stud. Ken and five other particularly repugnant rugby players followed Ken like a god, went on to make Alex's life at Charn Academy a living hell. Cruel pranks, homophobic slurs and physically shoving into him became the norm any time Alex ran into any of them on the school's small campus. Jennifer was mortified, but so far the story just sounded like college-aged men acting like, well, typical college-aged men.

"Tell Jennifer what happened last weekend," Heather urged.

Alex looked away and blushed, his entire demeanor shrinking as if he was trying to disappear into the couch. Alex told her how Ken and his goons had baited him to meet a guy from an online hookup site using a fake account. When the door opened, Alex was shocked to see Paul Jenson, one of the rugby players and before he knew what was happening, Paul had pulled him inside. Jennifer listened in abject horror as Alex described how Ken and his five lackeys forced the frightened blonde to his knees and took turns ramming their cocks down his throat. Despite being petrified, Alex's own massive cock autonomically sprang to life in his jeans, and the sight prompted the jeering crowd to skull fuck him even harder, eventually showering him with sperm before literally throwing him onto the street to walk home a violated gooey mess.

Alex took a long sip from his wine glass, more as an excuse to stop talking than anything else, as Jennifer sat dumbstruck.

"I was hoping you might have something... special in mind," Heather said casually to Jennifer.

Alex looked up confused as the two seemed to be having a conversation using only facial expressions and half sentences. Finally, Jennifer gathered up a pen and notepad and seemed to mumble something to herself before she bluntly asked:

"So what are these losers names,"

"Ken Park, Paul Jenson, Sam Haley, Eric Pruit..." Alex started to rattle off.

Jennifer shook her head and told Alex to start again, slowly and - to his bewilderment - give as much physical detail about each of them as he could. 

"I want to almost see these assholes in my mind," Jennifer explained, though it wasn't much an explanation to Alex.

Alex shrugged and began to describe his five attackers. There was Ken Park, the charismatic, stunningly attractive star of the team. The Jenson brothers, Paul and Matt, two arrogant jocks whose fit bodies made up for their otherwise unimpressive faces. Sam Haley was somewhat short Black jock who seemed to take particularly cruel pleasure in forcing his enormous cock down Alex's throat. Eric Conn was the next player Alex described, a womanizing tattooed tough guy with huge nuts Alex remembered slamming into his chin and finally was Marcus Cairns, a ridiculously good looking senior with big brown puppy dog eyes and a disarming smile that perfectly occluded his dark side. Alex remembered Marcus having absolutely enormous, comically large nuts that actually made his ten-inch cock seem proportionately small in comparison. He had also cum the most, pumping out rope after rope from his busy, over-sized nuts.

Jennifer jotted down the names along strange glyphs scribbled along with the page. She tore the page out of the notebook and excused herself and Alex and Heather sat sipping wine in silence. She returned a bit later carrying a small wooden box with strange symbols etched into it and pulled out a small book which she opened to a dog-eared page. 

Alex looked on in confusion as Jennifer tore out the notebook page with the players' names and the strange glyphs, folded it over so that Alex couldn't' see the written side, and handed it to him.

The young man turned to look at his sister who nodded affirmatively toward Jennifer. Jennifer told Alex to close his eyes and think about each one of the rugby studs who had taken turns on him.

"What do you mean? Think about them how?" he asked politely.

"Just where ever your mind goes,"

Alex kept his eyes tightly closed as Jennifer mumbled passages from her odd book. Neither girl knew what Alex was thinking but it was clearly not particularly pleasant as he was shaking with anger and his fists were clenched. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the television went black before resetting itself. Alex didn't notice and everything had returned to normal by the time Jennifer closed her book and instructed him to open his eyes. Alex looked up at her with a grin.

"Wow, that wine must've been strong. I actually feel much better!"

Alex seemed to be in a daze as he handed the now-crumbled paper back to Jennifer who looked down at the blank back of the page and smiled. Heather looked on unsure of exactly what was happening but confident that things were not quite as they appeared. 

Jennifer nodded as she proceeded to write six words on the back of the paper on the underside where the players' names were written: Vibration, Attractor, Attracted, Ice, Heat, and Enclosed. Jennifer proceeded to frantically jot down notes in her glyph script as if she was trying to jot something down before forgetting it. Almost as soon as she was done writing, Alex seemed to snap out of his fog and Jennifer set down her pen. She looked at Heather and nodded tellingly.

"Well, it's getting late, we should probably head home,"

Heather and Alex stood to leave and after saying their goodbyes headed toward the door.

"Heather, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second,"

Alex headed to the car as Jennifer and Heather went toward the kitchen.

"Did you put a spell on him?" Heather whispered.

"One minute he's red with rage just at the memory and the next he's grinning and complementing cheap-ass wine,"

Jennifer smiled.

"Not exactly, I used an emotion siphon charm when he was thinking about those six douchebags. Don't worry, he got everything back."

"And what's this?" Heather asked pointing to the random six words on the list Jennifer was holding.

"I'm not sure yet. Alex manifested them, I just captured them, but it was taking too long to try to write them in English so I switched scripts before I lost it,"

Jennifer pointed to the mess of glyphs on the bottom of the page. Heather had seen Jennifer in action twice now and even though the symbols and talk about charms and siphons didn't make any sense to her, she knew from experience that Jennifer's powers were not to be trifled with.

Jennifer worked over the next week to decipher the intended meaning of the six random words she had managed to pull from Alex's subconscious and when she finally figured it out she nearly peed herself laughing. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed Heather.

"Girl, your brother is cute and shy but inside he's kind of a badass. Whatever plans you have next weekend, cancel them and fly out here. We have work to do."

--

It was a balmy late spring evening and the Charn Academy rugby team was playing a friendly match with their cross-town rivals. The stands were mostly empty except for the girlfriends and boyfriends of a few of the players and a smattering of other students and college-aged townspeople who were there more to have an excuse to drink cheap beer and cheer than any desire to actually watch the game. Among the sparse crowd were Heather and Alex. Heather had been fully briefed on the calamity Jennifer was about to unleash on the unsuspecting jocks and had managed to talk her younger brother into joining her to watch the game, promising a special surprise was in store.

Before the game, Jennifer had sneaked into the locker room and sought out the six lockers belonging to Ken and his squad. The first locker was Ken Parker's and he had scrawled his name in marker across the face of it as if trying to claim this little piece of college forever. She placed a hand on the locker door and spoke a spooky incantation ending with the word 'vibration'. She could hear a slight rattling coming from inside as Ken's athletic cup shook inside his gym bag.  

Next up was Paul and Matt's lockers. The name tags both said 'Jenson' without a first initial so she couldn't tell exactly which locker was which, but that really didn't matter. She performed a similar incantation for both only ending each wit the word 'attractor' and 'attracted'. Again, the two plastic athletic cups rattled inside the lockers before going silent.  The locker marked Haley was next and the cup noisily bounced around the inside of the locker as she concluded the spell with the word 'hot'.  Conn was next and his cup was betwixt with the word 'ice' and finally, Cairn's protective cup was enchanted with the word 'enclosed'.  The massive, custom-made cup rocked from its perch on the top shelf of the locker.

Jennifer casually walked up to Heather and Alex and greeted them both with a hug as she took her seat in the stands before the game began. Jennifer recited a long, strange-sounding incantation as the players took the field. She was speaking at a normal volume but it was completely drowned out by the cheer of the crowd; the only indication that anything was afoot were a few car alarms that began to blare in unison before just as quickly going silent.

The first half of the game went on like normal and by then all of the players were dripping with sweat. Ken's uniform clung to his hot, muscular frame showing it off like a supermodel and Jennifer could tell the copy jock was enjoying being at the receiving end of dozens of girls' stares. All of them were showing off their impressive bodies and between their legs was the large outline of their athletic cups bulging for everyone to see.

"Yay! Go team! Incipere!" 

Jennifer cheered with the crowd, only Heather noticed that the last word didn't quite fit into her obviously fake, generic cheer.

That's when it started.

As Eric bounded down the field, dripping sweat in the afternoon sun, he felt a strange sensation between his legs. The tattooed stud's balls and cock started to feel a bit cooler than the rest of his body and the sensation felt quite refreshing. He assumed it was a breeze caused by running and thought nothing of it. 

Meanwhile, Sam's nuts started to sweat profusely in his cup and he flagrantly adjusted himself to try to relieve the heat. Ken was running toward the ball when he suddenly felt an odd but pleasant sensation rattling his nuts like a vibrator was inside his cup.  The vibrations increased in frequency causing the confused jock to moan slightly as his running gradually came to a pause and he stood crouched on the field ostensibly playing defense but actually, he was starting to enjoy the odd feeling in his crotch.

Elsewhere, Paul and Matt were running toward each other on opposite ends of the pitch. Matt pivoted to change directions toward one of the opposing players but his direction barely changed. It was as if an invisible force was keeping him on rails. He dismissed it as sloppy play and was able to eventually force his legs in the right direction. At the same time, his brother Pual had also tried to change directions but his feet were ignoring his brain and they continued forward at an ever-increasing speed. No one on the field or in the stands immediately noticed anything was wrong, from their perspective they were just two players running toward each other on the field. The brothers were able to eventually regain control, dismissing the strange occurrence as sloppy play or possible fatigue. 

Ken was continuing to enjoy the odd but pleasurable sensation from inside his cup and his cock started to swell inside the cramped confines. Further down the field, Marcus' stride slowed a bit as he felt an uncomfortable fullness inside his own athletic cup. Marcus had been endowed with bull nuts so massive that he had to resort o wearing a custom-sized protective cup with ventilation holes to keep his boys comfortable. The cup was usually snug yet comfortable but now it was starting to feel tight. Maybe it had shifted during a tackle, he thought, as he slowed to adjust it.

At first, Eric had enjoyed the wafting breeze flowing between his legs, but soon realized that it was getting stronger and wasn't proportionate to his speed. Even though his muscular body was dripping sweat and the sun was baking down, his nuts were actually starting to feel cool. Almost cold.

Sam was charging toward one of the opposing players when he suddenly felt a searing heat in his balls, which were pouring sweat inside of his jock. His entire body was hot on account of the sun and running around the field, but the heat coming from his sack was on another level. He slowed down to catch his breath and even though he instantly felt cooler, his balls continued to feel hotter. And hotter.

Ken's cock was now fully hard, though folded inside his cock as his nuts continued to be tingled inside the cup, but now the vibrations were starting to become uncomfortable. He was headed to the sidelines when the gentle, erotic vibrations suddenly became pounding knocks.

"Oooh!" 

Ken fell to his knees and clutched his crotch as he could feel his nuts being knocked around inside of the cup, his sweaty, low hanging testicles literally bouncing off the walls. At first, the other players were too caught up on the game to notice but soon all play stopped in an instant by a blood-curdling scream midfield. The audience and other players looked on in confusion as Marcus's brown eyes crossed and he collapsed on his back. The tightening sensation in his cup had grown considerably and he was clawing at his waistband to reach into his pants, but the shorts seemed to be stuck to his body. Impossibly, it felt like the plastic cup was actually shrinking, which was impossible he thought. It must have just been knocked loose. If he could only get his pants off...

Paul and Matt turned to run toward their fallen teammate but realized they no longer had any control of their direction. The sensation of being dragged across the field was disturbing and they both cried out on panic and confusion. They were sprinting full speed toward each other and their legs were moving so fast they ached. It was much, much faster than either of the beefy jocks had ever been able to run naturally, and it was only increasing. As they got faster and faster their legs weren't even keeping up and it looked like they were two rag dolls being dragged across the field. The scene might have attracted more attention if it weren't for another howl coming from across the field. 

Alex couldn't help but smile as he listened to Sam screaming as he collapsed to his knees, frantically trying to pull off his shorts which, like Marcus's seemed to be stuck to his body. His balls which had been getting progressively warmer now felt like they were on fire inside his cup. Sweat was pouring off of his modest nuts as a searing pain exploded from his crotch into the pit of his stomach. It felt like someone was holding a lighter directly under his sack and the flame was getting bigger and bigger. 

The field was now a riot of confusion as Eric screamed and began pulling at his waistband in the middle of the field. The gently, cooling breeze had morphed into a brutally cold blast of wind that felt like he was standing outside on a winter's day without his pants on. But it was only affecting his crotch. He desperately tried to pull off his shorts to see what was going on but they were stuck in place. It felt like a massive air conditioner was pumping frozen air into his cup. His balls and cock started to ache and throb from the numbing pain. His hands which were cradling his cup recoiled in shock at the sudden sensation of icy cold. Water was starting to condense on the front of his shorts, perfectly outlining his cock as the temperature got cooler and cooler.

"I can't stop!" Paul screamed in terror.

The jock was now trying to dig his heels into the ground to stop himself but he continued forward faster and faster. His hair was actually being blown back by the speed and the space between him and his brother was getting smaller and smaller.

Marcus cried and sobbed as his cup shrank, his whale nuts pressed into each other inside the increasingly small confines of his cup, molding into each other like clay as they neared their breaking point. 

Ken was running around in circles, clawing at his crotch and crying out for help as it felt like someone was using his balls like a sparring bag. His balls and cock were being rocketed around inside the hard cup like someone had grabbed them and was slamming them back and forth. His nuts were starting to bruise and swell and his cock felt like it was going to snap.

"What the fuck!"  

Sam fell to his back kicking his legs in the air as smoke began to rise from his crotch. The smell of burnt flesh and seared hair stung his nostrils. His balls felt like they were on fire. He was screaming deliriously from the pain and three other players stood over him in shock as the front of his shorts started to smolder. Inside his cup, his baby makers boiled from the enchanted heat, puffing up as sperm started to boil and expand.

"Holy fuck!" 

One of the opposing players screamed and pointed at Paul and Matt as they got closer and closer. Camera phones were pulled out to record the bizarre site of two grown men racing toward each other even though their legs were desperately flaying trying to stop. They were less than ten feet apart but were moving with such speed that they could barely keep their eyes open. The two brothers howled in terror. Nine feet. Eight...

Eric's ass jutted into the air as he burred his head in the ground, sobbing as his nuts and cock became numb from the cold. A thin patch of ice had formed on the front of his shorts and he couldn't manage to pull off his shorts. Other players were trying to help him but their hands seemed to resist making contact with him as if being stopped by magic.

"Help! Help!" 

Marcus could feel his big balls being crushed as if inside of a vice. They were impossibly flat and the cup was continuing to collapse into them.

"My nuts!" 

Alex, stunned at the sight, let out a cheer as he say a bloody stain form over Ken's crotch.

Ken's nuts were slamming into the sides of the cup like a pendulum. His left nut burst in the sack followed immediately by the left that turned into a stain against the inside of the cup like a bug hitting a windshield. His ruined nuts continued to bounce around inside the cup. His semihard cock snapped in two and the handsome jock fell unconscious on his back. The crowd watched in horror as the mound of his cup collapsed nearly totally flat as if someone had stomped it out of existence. 

"Bro! Stop!"  

Paul screamed desperately as he and his brother collided with so much force that Matt's pelvis shattered. The two fell backward, out cold, and watching players gasped at the site.  Before colliding the two seemed to be lifted into the air and their crotches slammed into each other as their legs scissored together. The force of the impact was so violent that both of their cups instantly collapsed, utterly crushing everything inside. All four of their nuts and both cocks turned into a hamburger like goop.  One of the watching players vomited at the side of Paul's jellied manhood oozing down his leg.

Eric howled and passed out as his rock hard, frozen genitals shattered like glass inside of his cup. Suddenly the players who had gathered around to help him were no longer blocked from pulling at his shorts and what they saw was beyond description. As if the site of ice on his shorts in the middle of a hot day wasn't enough, they could see chunks of his apparently frozen junk resting on his body. Simone picked up a piece of the broken cup and instantly tossed it down. It was so cold it actually gave him instantly frost bite. The pieces of Eric's shattered boys were still frozen solid but were quickly starting to thaw in the heat.

BLOOOOSH

Marcus's eyes cross ed and he let out a pathetic falsetto scream as his right nut, which was apparently slightly denser than the left, crushed its twin into paste.  Marcus screamed as he felt his own nuts destroying each other. The right nut lasted a moment longer before it collapsed like a jock souffle.  The cup continued to shrink but now the panicked players were surrounding Marcus could finally pull down his shorts which were no longer stuck to his body.

"Dude fuck..."

The first player to lay eyes on Marcus' exposed crotch fainted straight away and the others had to look away resisting the urge to hurl. Spaghetti like strings of ruined testicular matter were now squirting out of the ventilation holes of the now child-sized cup which had finally stopped shrinking. 

"Wholly fuck!"

One of the players who were desperately trying to render first aid had to turn away to throw up as the cup instantly collapse to barely be large enough to contain a grape. That was simply too small for Marcus' massive endowment and the terrified players were showered in beefy chunks like someone had stomped on a pile of hamburger. Alex smiled wickedly at the scene and turned to his sister and Jennifer nodding in approval.

"Fuck! Get water!" someone shouted.

Unfortunately a burst of adrenaline kept Sam fully conscious as his crotch erupted into flames.  The watching players tried to pat it out but the flames roared on unabated until they gradually died down.  Another player fainted as the smoke cleared to reveal that Sam's plastic cup had melted into a misshapen mass. The cock and balls underneath it were burned to a crisp. Sam's eyes grew huge and he blacked out.

By now the stands and the field were in chaos. Except for Jennifer, Heather and Alex who made their way through the commotion to their car.

"Well, I don't think they'll be giving you any more trouble,"

Alex sat in the back seat stunned yet oddly satisfied as Heather and Jennifer chortled loudly in the front seat.

"Did you... did you see his balls explode?"  

Heather cackled.

"Yeah, that was great!" Alex chimed in.

Jennifer stared the car but before putting it in drive she nodded toward a duffel back sitting on the seat next to Alex.

"You know, I got to thinking. I know those six assholes were the main culprits, but could no one else on the team have stood up to them before it got out of hand?"  Jennifer mused.

"Take a look inside, Alex." 

Alex peeked into the bag and was confused to see it was full of ping pong balls.

"I think we should teach the rest of the team a lesson, don't you Heather?" Jennifer asked.

Heather's eyes grew wide and she smiled in realization.

"Go ahead, Alex, break one. Actually, break them all."

Alex reached in and grabbed two, crushing them flat in his grip before grabbing three more and destroying them. Anguished howls erupted from the field as they drove away.