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My name is Joey and something is wrong with me. You wouldn't get that opinion by looking at me, even if you did notice me. Nothing stands out about me physically, a black and white cat with a slight belly. Personality wise, quiet and reserved, most people don't notice a guy like me. I have sort of a blank face most of the time. I am not part of any club or team, so I just head home after school and stay there till I have to leave for school again.

But there is something a have that make me stands out; I am a pervert. I don't do anything that makes me one, I don't think I did. I become one by accident, if that is possible. It happened in P.E. we had to change into gym clothes every day, some of the people in the same period wear a jockstrap. I mostly changed in one of the stalls, but that day the stalls were full so I changed with the other students. I had no idea how, but jockstraps started to fly everywhere inside the locker room, one landing on my face. The smell on it was intoxicating; I just let it sit there till the owner removed it. Ever since then, I have been sneaking into the locker room and smelling jockstraps. My favorite is the ones with the name 'Conner' on them. Just thinking about the smell gives me a hardon. I keep imagining what he might looks like, my favorite being either an avian or another cat like me.

See what I mean when I say something is wrong with me. I told my psychologist about my feelings, minus the jockstrap, and he just dismissed it. His exact words were, "Joey nothing is wrong with you." If I told him about the jockstraps would he intervene or give me some medication to help me. Maybe if he did, I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Here is what happened.

The day started like always, breakfast, morning classes, lunch, and afternoon classes. I wanted to smell jockstraps today even with the rumors going around. There were rumors about a pervert going into the locker rooms and jacking off. I have been slipping up more often, so the rumors had to be about me. But now the need the smells are getting unbearable, so I am taking a risk.

As usual, I waited for the last bell to ring then head to the library. I hang there as I wait for the team to begin their practice. After twenty minutes, I leave to go into the locker room. The locker room was empty as always, but it was never like that for long. Just find one and just get it over with. Then I saw it, on the bench, a jockstrap. I grabbed it without thinking about it. I usually find them on the floor, so that should have raised some red flags. I placed, or shoved, my face into it. _This smell...is Connor._Another thing, I identify Connor's jockstrap by smell alone, that is worrying me.

With no hesitation, I pulled my pants down and started to jack off. As I focused on the smell, I imagined what Conner looked like. A falcon, a fox, a tiger with a phone...atiger with a phone? I finally realized I wasn't alone this time. A tiger was standing in front of me...with a phone held out.

"So the infamous pervert is a cat, huh?" I was silent. I got caught, what am I suppose to do?"What's wrong, you have a tongue?" Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. "So how do you enjoy my strap?" Holy shit, this is his. He is Sexy as Fuck. Wait...did I think of him as sexy?

I then remember my situation, "Please don't tell anyone."

"So you can talk pervert."

"Look I am sorry, Connor."

"You know my name but I don't know yours, how is that fair?

"It's Joey."

"Okay Joey, why should I not tell anyone," he walked pass me, "the way I see it, there is a reword for finding the pervert, so what do you have that can make me reconsider?"

"Money, I can give you five hundred. I can go to the bank and give it to you tomorrow."

"I meant on your person, also now. So make your offer."

"Please, I didn't mean to, something is wrong with me. I need help for this."

"So something is forcing you to sniff my strap?"

"Yes, something has to be wrong with me. Why would I sniff jockstraps like I was some sicko?"

The attitude of the tiger changed a moment, but then return to how it was. "I just thought of something you can do."

"What is it, I am desperate?"

"Suck my cock."

"What?"

"Suck. My. Cock. Is it that hard to understand?"

"No, but."

"Look, you can ether suck my dick or let me revel your dirty laundry for the school board." I panicked. What am I to do?

I need to talk him into a third option. "Look I never did this thing before."

"Then I coach you."

"What about STD's?"

"I am clean and I guess you are too." Nothing is working. "Look I know you want it."

"No I don't. I'm not like that."

"Said the pervert."

"How can I prove it?"

"Okay how about this," he pulled down his shorts and jockstrap, "we play a game. You win, I delete the photo." I heard every word, but my eyes were glued to that dick of his.

"What are the rules?"

"Think of it like chicken, in a way. You put your head close to my crotch and keep it there. If you jack off or touch my dick, you lose." He sat on the bench with his legs wide open.

"Just keep my head close, I can do it."

"Hold it," he grabbed my head and moved head close to his dick, "you must be this close and not move away for one minute."

Up close it was huge. The smell was more pungent, I can imagine the taste of it in my mouth. The smells of the jockstrap was nothing compared to this. The smell felt like it was the smell of a man. I grabbed his legs so I can refuse the need to jack off. I can feel my mind go blank. It was too much. I must suck it.

"Ding ding, congratulations Joey you won." I did? "Since you won there is no need to keep my dick out."

He got up, putting distance between me and his dick. Then I saw one of his legs return into the paints. "No!" I yelled that out without realizing it.

"What now, I thought you don't want it?" I didn't but," Since you want it so bad, come get it." he sat with his legs apart, showing me what I wanted.

I bend down to get eye level with my 'prize'. I was hesitant, but I had to do it. The smell assaulted me again, but it seemed thicker than before. I started with a few licks; I was scared to put it my mouth at first. The taste was...something. I really couldn't describe it. When I got to the head, the fear I had got replaced by some savage lust. Must suck cock. I open my mouth and stuffed the cock in my mouth. "Oh shit!" Connor said as he shoots in my mouth. I wasn't prepared for the shoot to just go down my throat like that, so I pulled back and the rest of the load hit my face. "Shit, must have been more pent up then I thought. I came immediately."

It was over, I can leave. "You are deleting the photo right?"

"Yeah, go clean your face okay."

I got to the sink and wash my face. When I reached for my glasses cloth...I realize I still was pants less, Connor handed me them. "Thanks."

"Now you're fixed, right?"

"Huh?"

"Now that you had a real cock, you would stop smelling jockstrap."

"Wait, what are you saying?"

His face got close, "simple, now that you are mine, you call me whenever you want my dick or when I want you to suck it."

"Hold on."

"Nope, you are mine. Don't worry, I take good care of things that belong to Me." the way he spoke said everything up to that point. He planned this. He planned all of this."You better hurry; the others are going to be here soon." He left with a smile on his face and a slap on my ass.

I left as well thought the other door. The memories of what happened played in my head, like I pushing the replay button on the video. Then I felt my phone buzzed. It was a text from...Connor! It had no words, just the photo he took of me, with my face close to his dick.

Our little secret. ;)

I am so fucked up now.