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Cody snapped awake to the tweet of a whistle. A shot of air blew through his nose. His eyes fell open to the sight of a light panel on the ceiling above. His body jerked atop something flat and hard. His spine and the back of his head grinded into it under the weight of his body. He blinked once, then squinted and rubbed his eyes. "Uhhhhhhhhhh..." he groaned. "What the fuck..."

He sat upright, pinching the bridge of his nose. Looking around he recognized the school locker room. Beneath him was the long wooden bench that ran between two walls of green lockers. The floor was made out of red tiles with the occasional brass drain. His thick, bare legs came down both sides of the bench like a saddle. Dark gray thighs swollen by muscle were naked to the cool, locker room air. He stretched his back, jutting out his brawny pecs. Bordering his light gray underbelly was a blue line of fur modeled into the shape of a flame. The same line separated the darker topside of his tail from the lighter bottom.

A few more blinks helped bring his surroundings into focus. Yes, this was the school locker room, a place he was familiar with. He got ready for practice here every Thursday with the rest of the football team. Question was, what the fuck was he doing here now? Matter of fact, how did he get here? He put his fingers to his temples and tried to remember. Nothing recent came to mind. The last thing he recalled concretely was going to sleep the night before. That was a Saturday. Another tweet of the whistle from outside, from a referee, no doubt. A pit of fear formed in Cody's gut. Am I late for the game!?

A much bigger issue presented itself. Looking down he saw his erection. It was a deep blue color, similar to the line that ran around his underbelly. The knot was fully swollen, taking up a good portion of his width. The shaft was appropriately long and brutishly thick. An involuntary flex made it bounce. "Ah!" It was awfully sensitive, like he hadn't nutted in ages. Running down the apex of his cock was a thin film of glassy slime, making his nostrils cringe. "What... What the fuck?"

That was not the end of it. Hanging around his waist was a short, pink skirt that came to just above his knees. It was light and airy, something he'd see a tennis player wear. A section of the front had been cut out to make room for his massive erection. Bringing his face down to look at the monstrosity brought about an odd pressure around his neck. He grabbed at it and felt a thick, heavy collar made of plastic. It wasn't on tightly, but it was snug enough to make moving his head awkward. Dangling from it was a small metal tag he couldn't see.

Panic started to rise. "Whuh... What the fuck? What the fuck?" He slid his fingers around the inside of the collar, looking for a latch or a buckle. He found something, but no amount of fidgeting or tugging would break it free. Doing so only choked himself. "Fuck!" He reached for the skirt.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-!

"Ahhhhh!" There was a great burst of sensations in his loins. It was like someone had laid a white hot poker on his cock, making the muscles in his legs and trunk jerk. He fell backwards, catching himself on the bench with his paws. Teeth clenched, he looked at his cock and noticed something around the hilt, just beneath the knot. It was a metal cock ring that wound around the flesh snugly. A tiny red light was flashing rapidly. It hummed angrily and made Cody shiver.

"Ah! Ah! Ah shit! Huhhhh!" His toes curled. His grip on the bench tightened, scraping his claws into the underside. His pleasure was spiking towards an orgasm, but did not quite reach it. It fell just short of the summit, clawing at a sheer face of rock, only to skid back down just as fast. He needed that extra push. After doing a quick look around to see if anyone was there, he grabbed his cock and started rapidly jerking it. His jaw fell slack and his face twisted. More precum bled from his cock tip. The friction built between his paw and the sensitive cockskin. He felt his pleasure making the final ascent towards a climax. "Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhhh-!"

STOP!

Cody's paw was ripped from his dick. It swung out behind his head like a man ready to pound someone on the ground beneath them. Immediately his ecstasy began to wane, throbbing closely towards an orgasm only to fall into a chasm. His penis pulsed angrily, spitting a weak load of watery jizzum, not quite the product it should've been. A weight had fallen on his balls, suddenly turning them into lead. Even through the dark gray fur on his face a serious blush could be seen. "Ahhhhh~!" He looked back at his paw above his head, still balled as if gripping his pecker. Trying to pull it down proved fruitless. "What the fuck?"

"Uhhhhhh~!"

Cody jolted. The sound of another man moaning made his heart plummet. It came from the opposite side of the locker wall to his left. Shit! Someone's here! There wasn't any time to jerk off or wonder why he had stopped. He had to get out of there ASAP. He stood up off the bench, bouncing his fat wolf cock. His leg came up and stepped onto the other side of the bench with its twin. He ducked his head and carefully tip-toed forward.

STOP!

Cody was mid-stride when he felt his body being tugged into a standstill. He wobbled and swayed on one foot, unable to continue the rest of his step or even bring his foot back down. When he tried it felt like an invisible harpoon had been shot into the top of his foot, holding him on a line. In fact, the same thing was keeping his paws in place. No amount of jerking or thrashing could jar his way out of there. He stayed where he was, on one foot, swaying erratically, grunting and cussing in vain.

His next move was not his own. His suspended foot came down finally, but only because the unseen restraint had laxed. The potential freedom was but a ruse. He was spun around by more sharp tugs at his limbs. Stopping him from toppling over the bench was a forced march down the aisle. His arms were hung out in front of him like a zombie. They could go up, but jerking them down or to the side yielded no results. He hissed and growled all the way until he was out from between the locker walls.

His company was marching right alongside him from the aisle next to him. It was Korvin, his teammate and running back. A striped hyena, he struck an intimidating stature on par with Cody's. Across a stout body rippled with muscle were thin black stripes that ran through his gray fur. The blazing red hair on his head was styled into a mohawk. The same fiery color continued down his spine and dashed across his fluffy hyena tail. His heavy jaw was clenched. Those sharp, amber eyes were fraught with panic as his limbs pumped him forward outside of his control. Around his waist was the exact same pink skirt Cody had. He had a large, pink collar on his neck, one that dangled a tiny red heart for a tag. Most striking of all, of course, was that impressively sized cock he had the color of sky-blue. As expected, there was a metal band at the root of his knot.

The two men spotted each other at the same time. Their confusion and terror immediately solidified into rage.

"DUDE!" shouted Cody.

"HEY!" Korvin barked at the same time.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I don't know! What about you?" Korvin looked Cody up and down. "What the fuck happened?"

"I don't fucking know! Did you do this?"

"No I didn't fucking do this! Did you?"

"No!"

"OK, then who the fuck did?"

They came to a sudden stop, a few paces apart from each other. They stood in the open area of the locker room. There was a large TV on the wall in front of them where their coach liked to go over plays and plan defenses with the team. Cody and Korvin saw their blurred reflections in its onyx screen. Neither of them could move. Their arms were held to their sides, unable to so much as twitch in any direction.

Moments of heavy panting and soft cusses were broken when Cody spoke. "Man, if this is some kind of prank, I swear to fucking God it ain't funny."

"I said I didn't do this shit!" Korvin spat. "You can't move, can you?"

"No."

"Well neither can I!" He looked down at his penis. "I woke up like this. Somebody put this dumbass shit on me. I got a fucking boner and I'm leaking like a faucet but I can't cum." The first hint of misery contorted his face and whined his voice. "I didn't do this. I swear."

The pang of empathy Cody felt would've been more significant if not for his boiling rage. "Well whoever did's gonna fucking pay. I've got the same thing going on here. Shit fucking sucks. Goddammit."

Korvin wheezed as he made another attempt at moving his arms, this time to grab his skirt and tear it off. He got far enough to grab it, but could go no further. "Fuck! It's like I'm paralyzed. I can't take this shit off. Might as well be fucking glued."

Cody made a similar attempt. His results were similar. "Fuck, you're right. Dammit. Shit." He stared at the cockring. He saw a tiny, bent reflection of himself in the metal. "If only my dick would go down; I'd get this fucking thing off. Fuck this fucking knot, man."

"Did yours vibrate too?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did you cum?"

Cody shook his head. "Nah. Did you?"

"Fuck no. Came close, real close. Didn't do it though."

"Fuck... Same here."

Korvin sighed. His nuts felt like cannonballs in their purse, not merely because of their handsome size but because of the growing ache that had fallen on them like an anvil. With every flex of his cock and loose drip of precum the weight would grow. He scrunched his eyes and gasped. "I gotta nut dude, so fucking bad."

"I know, dude."

"Goddammit. It fucking hurts."

"I know."

"God, it's like I haven't came in fucking centuries-"

"Dude! I know!" Cody snapped. "Look at me! I'm going through it over here too!"

"Well fuck me for talking about it! It's not like I can ignore it!"

"Yeah, but you could shut the fuck up about it!"

Korvin scoffed. "Fuck you."

"Yeah, suck my dick."

"Yeah, you'd like that."

"I would, you're the best at it."

"Yeah? You would think that, queer."

"Don't think that, I kn-"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-!

Both men buckled at the waist. A hissing gasp sucked through Cody's teeth. Korvin threw his head backwards and let loose a guttural "Huuuuuuhhhhh!" Their firm postures crumbled at the knees. Teeth were bared and eyes slammed shut. Cody's tail swung between his lugs while Korvin stabbed his claws into his pawpads.

Cody's voice came out as shrill squeals. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Hahhhh! Ohhhh God! Fuck!"

Korvin hid his agonized pleasure behind a menacing flare of his teeth. It felt as though the cock ring had not merely a hold on his penis, but had melted into his lap and infused the entirety of his groin with its influence. His head twitched and crunched to the side, facing Cody. Korvin opened one eye. Cody was in his place, continuing his protests and dripping more precum. Korvin was just about to close his eyes to protect himself from the pitiful sight when he noticed something.

Something was on the ceiling above Cody's head. No, was it in the ceiling? It looked like it hovered several yards above Cody's head, but the ceiling was only a few feet above. Korvin forced his eyes open and focused on it. It was a wooden cross, not like a crucifix but a plus. Korvin could see through it as if only one eye was looking at it, but he was totally focused. Though the image was in front of the ceiling as Korvin saw it, it looked high enough to be inside the ceiling itself. Looking back down at Cody he saw that it was directly over top of him. It did not move. Whatever it was, it was holding the wolf prisoner.

"Cody..." Korvin grunted. "What the fuck is that?"

"Huh?" whined Cody.

Korvin nodded at the cross. "Above you, dude. There's something there."

Cody opened his eyes and looked up. His agonized expression turned into surprise once he noticed the floating wood. "Wha-? What the fuck? What the fuck is that?"

Korvin looked up. As he expected, there was one above him too, in front of the ceiling, but somehow behind it. A fear unlike anything he had ever experienced made him shiver, harder even than what the buzzing cock ring was making him do. It was like putting his neck through a guillotine facing up, staring at the blade that would end his life. "Dude..." he whimpered. "What the fuck is going on?"

They had no more time to ponder the apparition before the TV clicked on. They looked to see a more complete image of themselves on the screen, but not a reflection. It was a live feed of the two of them standing in front of the lockers, wearing their girly skirts and jutting their huge dicks. They saw their eyes widen in horror in real time. With it was an empty bar that ran vertical on the side of the screen, next to Cody's image. It was blank for a few seconds until something popped up. There was someone's username followed by a colon and the word "first!" Several more messages appeared. They expressed excitement and laughter.

It was a livestream.

"No!" Korvin shouted. "No no no no nonononononononononono!"

"Oh fuck..." wept Cody. "Nah man... You can't..."

The chat reveled in their misery.

"lmao look at the sissys!"

"hehehehe so cute!"

"Not so tough now!"

"Lol"

Breaking the unwilling subjects' abject humiliation was a booming voice from outside. They recognized it as that of the announcer's. "Ladies and gentlemen! I hope you're enjoying tonight's game! For our halftime show, the RBC marching band will perform a special routine they have prepared for you all! We think you'll all enjoy it! It's called, Invisible Strings!"

The marching band came to life both on the field and in the locker room. Through several yards of concrete and steel Cody and Korvin heard the music as though it were being played right next to them. Their arms were torn from their sides, out into broad Y shape above their heads. Up came their feet, looking ready to goosestep. The two of them swore loudly. They were mere spectators to their own bodies. The music beat along, jaunty and proud. It breathed life into their limbs and forced them into an awkward dance. From being unable to move, they quite suddenly couldn't stop.

"What the fuck is this?" cried Korvin. He was stomping around in a circle to the beat of the song, pumping his arms merrily. "I'm not doing that!"

"Neither am I!" Cody was skipping from side to side. His balance threatened to topple over every time he landed on his feet, but the force making him dance kept him upright. The buzzing of his and Korvin's rings didn't stop. Through the humiliation of their forced jig was the continued pressure building in their cocks. They whimpered and moaned. Every moment was captured on TV. Cody watched as the chat was overloaded with insults.

"Lol look at them dance!"

"Ahhhhhh what a bunch of losers!"

"What fuckin pussies"

"Shake that ass for us, sissy!"

Cody's fury came back in full. "FUCK YOU!" he roared, hopping from one foot to the other like an inebriated leprechaun. "You sick fucks! Fucking die!"

"I swear to fucking God," growled Korvin. "If I find a single one of you... Nnnn... You're fucking DEAD."

The chat was not impressed.

"Lmao good luck"

"Ooooooo scary lol"

"Keep talking princess"

"????????????????????????????"

The feeling of powerlessness was expounded by their growing arousal. The rings wouldn't stop. Their dicks were no longer wet at just the tip, but oozing along every vein. It was hot against the skin, chafing it red. That did nothing to subtract from the punishing horniness that made their cocks throb and gush more of that seminal slime.

"Ahhhhhh, shit man!" whined Korvin. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Oh God!"

Cody's face twitched and warped like a man on the electric chair. "Ffffffffffffffffffffgghhhhh-!" Spittle squirted out from his gritted teeth. He was on the peak of his own orgasm. The need to touch himself was excruciating, but his tormentors would not let him. He was forced to ride the rest of it purely on the whim of the buzzing ring.

And then it stopped.

The song came to an abrupt end at almost the exact same moment. Cody and Korvin stopped dancing finally, only to be suspended in the position they were left in. They were both on the very cusp of climaxing, only to be slammed into a brick wall and forced to turn around.

"Hahhh... Hahhh.. Hahhh... Noooooo..." moaned Cody. He was teetering on one foot, trembling like a rat in the cold. His cock vein throbbed visibly. Another serving of precum came gurgling out, not quite the load he needed to let go of so badly.

Korvin was full-on weeping. His nuts felt like anchors in his scrotum. The precum was making his dick burn. "Fuck man. Why? WHY? WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO?"

They would receive no remorse from the chat.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah keep crying you little freaks"

"Your fucking perverts thats why"

"Lol look at how wet their dicks are"

"Awwwww poor babies I bet they wanna cum so badly. Lmao too bad."

Cody looked up at the crossbar. It had moved since he'd last seen it, remaining over him and dictating his every move. He couldn't dream of an explanation. Who, what, why, how, he simply didn't know. All he knew was that looking up at his metaphysical shackles filled him with a spite and rage he didn't know he was capable of. Looking up at the crossbar, all he thought was I hate you.

Whatever wrath he felt towards the crossbar meant nothing once the second song began. It was much slower, starting off with a swooping bassline that bounced and hiccuped. Cody saw the crossbar move for the first time, dragging his limbs over and making his feet sweep the floor. He and Korvin faced each other. The song kept its torpid pace. More instruments were added to the bassline to form a funky homophony. The two men were walked closer. They stared into each other's eyes, terrified of what the crossbars would have them do next.

They did not collide, but were made to circle each other and glance elbows in a sort of jilted do-si-do. They were shoulder to shoulder, brushing the wings of their skirts together, painfully aware of their nudities. Neither of them looked at the other. Blushing hard, it would've been too much to acknowledge the other man as their fat cocks loomed so closely. The song tapered off into a chorus and the two men peeled off from each other. They shared a sigh of relief, but they were not in the clear, not even close. On opposite ends of the locker room were two supply closets. Cody and Korvin headed to them both, briefly disappearing beyond the frame of the livestream. The music grew quiet. Each man stared at the featureless door in front of them, dreading whatever lay beyond it. Their paws were tugged towards the knob. Against their will they grabbed it, turned it, then opened the door.

What they found startled them. They both thought it was a person, ready to point and laugh at their miseries. A moment later they realized it was just a lifesize image printed on what looked like a giant pillow case. In front of Cody was a photo of Korvin lying in the nude, his enormous penis jutting from his loins proudly. He smiled saucily, both of his paws being behind his head. Cody blanched, appalled by the image but unable to look away. Looking down he noticed that it was attached to a football sled. The pillow case, or whatever it was, was pulled over a tackle dummy.

"Hey Cody?" called Korvin.

Cody jolted. "Yeah?"

"Why is there a tackle dummy with you on it in here?"

"Bro, I was gonna ask you the same thing."

Korvin sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

The music regained its tempo. Cody and Korvin took a single step into the closet, coming face-to-face with their nude counterpart. They grabbed the dummy at its sides then slowly backpedaled with it, loudly scraping the sled on the tiles below.

"Ah shit," groaned Korvin. "The fuck is it gonna make us do now?"

"Nothing good, man," said Cody. "Nothing good."

They came back into the livestream in step with each other. They tilted the sled towards them and pivoted it to face the TV. A brisk sidestep uncovered the lewd dummies for the audience to see. The chat ate it up.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Yo! That's so gay!"

"Fucking sluts!"

"????????????????????????????"

Cody looked away, not wanting to withstand another one of their insults. He noticed that on the back of the dummy was another image of Korvin in the nude, this time lying on his tummy. His tail was cocked to the side, exposing a healthy amount of hunky yeen ass. Beneath that was his backsack. He was looking up at the viewer with an even more submissive gaze replete with half-hung eyelids and a blushing face.

"Korvin?" he said.

"Yeah?"

"Look at the back of your dummy."

Korvin did. "Ah, shit..."

"I'm on there too, right?"

"Yeah..."

Cody dropped his head and sighed. "Yeah, I thought I'd be."

The music transitioned into a swanky rhythm. The captors were forced to wrap an arm around their dummies and spin them around again, letting the audience see their tushies.

"Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff"

"Lmao!"

"So cute!"

"What a bunch of sluts lol"

"I wonder when they had those taken!"

They hadn't, but any and all possible explanations for what was going on would simply not parse, not when none of it was logical or possible. With an upward swell of the song the two men circled their dummies with their fingers tracing the perimeter of the pillow case. Cody was repeatedly forced to see both sides of Korvin's masculine beauty and vice versa. They came to a stop in front of the dummies.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-!

"Ahhhhh!"

"Nooooooo!"

They didn't even have time to crumple. The crossbar shoved them into their foam lover and forced a tight hug. Each of their cocks were jammed into the soft fabric, spiking their pleasures into something explosive, but predictably short of an orgasm. The locker room was noisy with the sound of their collective moans and whimpers. They swung their hips downwards, then grinded them back up. The goop bleeding out of their cocks left stains on the pillow fabrics. The combined buzz of their rings and the pressure was torture in the purest form.

Cody's face was on fire. He cringed away from the atrocity he was being forced to commit. "Come on, man! Please! Stop it!" Whenever he opened his eyes he was greeted with Korvin's seductive, unwavering smile. Though what he held was nothing but sheet and foam, it felt as though he were humping the genuine product.

Korvin was spared no more than his counterpart. His paw was on his cock, swirling it around the image of Cody's dick. The sheet swiped back and forth under the direction of his cocktip. A horizontal streak of precum cut across Cody's penis. Korvin was miming swordplay with his teammate. Like Cody, he was subjected to the sensation of genuine flesh-on-flesh contact. He felt like he was gonna puke. He would've if not for the ever-present arousal brought on by the ring's buzz and his repeated dick rubs.

The buzzing stopped along with their frotting, but the music continued. Once again they were at the apex of their pleasure, groaning and squealing through their teeth, only for it to sink down like the neck of a man collared by a noose. A similar sensation tore at their manhoods. Every part of their loins, from the tip of their dicks to the root of their balls, was a beacon of raw discomfort. The skin was chafed raw. Their testes were like lead. The smell of precum would've made their noses crinkle if not for the snot that had clogged their noses from crying.

There was no respite. The crossbars had them circling the dummies again until their ecstasies had waned completely. The very instant it had the music kicked up again, this time bringing the two men to the backside of the dummies.

"Oh God... No... Please..." begged Korvin, staring at Cody's 2D buttocks.

"I don't want this, man," wept the real Cody. "Fuck. Please, just make it stop."

No dice. Their paws were forced onto the sheets where the image of their teammate's ass lay. They stabbed their fingers into it, puncturing the sheet and the foam just beneath it to create a hole. Next they grasped their shafts, but not to masturbate. Both men took aim.

"Nooooooo..." cried Cody.

Korvin kept quiet. He just wanted to get it over with.

Each man pushed forward and penetrated the hole they had just created. Inside the dummy was nothing but coarse, heavy foam. Fortunately for them, the illusion carried over to their senses. Instead of having their dicks rubbed raw, they felt the tight squeeze of another man's tail hole. It was no better.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz-!

A great wail howled through the locker room. The feel of a nice tight ass around their cocks was suddenly gone in favor of something like a blow torch being lit on their packages. Their hips rocked back and thrusted hard, swinging out their skirts behind them. Arms hugging the dummies tightly, they fucked their teammate's effigy. Cody's eyes were bloodshot. Girlish moans bellowed from his maw. Korvin could stay quiet no longer. His resistance had finally broken. Instead he slumped his head over the dummy, praying that the coming sexual peak would not be as terrible as the last.

His onlookers were not so hopeful.

"Yeah fuck those dummies!"

"Hahahahah look at their faces!"

"They wanna cum so baaaaad but they wooooooont"

"Fucking losers lmao"

"I bet those sissies know what its like to get fucked good now!"

They knew nothing but pure anguish, something that escalated with every thrust. The buzzing came to another stop and so did the music. Korvin's hope of the next edge being more manageable came to fruition, but only because his mind was in shambles. He did not register the denial of their climax as a punishment, but as an accepted part of their lives. His hip swung backwards, pulling his dick out to perform its perfunctory release of more precum. The sleeve was sagging off his penis, it was so saturated. His enormous frame was vibrating. Eyes bloodshot, mouth hung open and slavering, he could only stare ahead blankly and pray for another easy edge.

Cody wasn't faring as well. He fought against the pullout, trying to hump back into the slot which he had rounded out with his shaft. "Ffffrrrrrrghhhhkkkhhhhhh-!" The tip of his dick was held teasingly close to the hole. He could all but feel its fleshy embrace. No longer disgusting, he wanted nothing more than to feel it milking him. "Please!" he grunted. "Just let me cum, man! JUST LET ME CUM!"

Korvin looked over at him, his face glistening with tears. He sniffled. "It's not gonna work, dude." His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. "Just deal with it. We're done for."

"No!" Cody didn't relent. "I just wanna cum man! I just wanna cum!" His arm came off the dummy to try and grab his cock. He got close, but not close enough. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!" It was like trying to plug a pool jet with his palm. The closer he got, the more resistance there was. He let loose a desperate grunt and looked up at the stream. "COME ON!" he screamed. "Just let us go!"

They were taken from the dummies finally, but not so they could be free. Another song was starting. This one was slow and melancholic. The two of them waltzed back towards one another, seeing a reflection of their miseries. They turned to face the locker aisle and strutted forward like a pair of ballerinas making an entrance on stage. In front of them was the hallway leading to some double doors. Those doors led to the field. Raw terror would've struck them both had they not been numbed by their aching loins. They did not resist. They only wept.

They both pushed through the doors and into the cold night air. There was a blast of sound coming from the crowd. The gridiron was illuminated by towering stadium lights. The marching band music was no longer magically projected through the walls, but came right at them. Cody and Korvin went into a routine of fanciful kicks and fluid twirls. The walls slanted down into the ground with the bleachers, revealing the two performers as they stepped out onto the field.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-!

They were knocked out of their stupor like a home run hit. They danced their way to the gridiron, whimpering and squealing. The first few members of the crowd noticed them with their frilly skirts and magnum cocks. First there was a murmur, then a shout, then a collective gasp as the entire stadium noticed them. Their teammates and the visitors noticed them making their way to the fields. Familiar voices laughed and cussed. Surrounding them was a collective roar of insults, whistles, and laughter. The band was shocked into silence, but the dance and the buzzing went on.

They pleaded their case. "This isn't us!" Cody screamed. "I can't control it! God, make it stop! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!"

"HEEEEEEELP!" wailed Korvin. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

Help didn't come, and neither did they. The two dancers leapt and twirled their way to the center of the field, right atop the school logo. Their legs swung and their bodies flew. The crowd cheered. Those phantom crossbars jostled and swayed their prisoners into a gleeful ballet. All the while their cock rings buzzed, drawing out their ecstasies until it would inevitably plummet into nothing like their dignities had.

THE END