I was ten jumping jacks in when I started getting another sensation creeping in the back of my head. It was the feeling of discomfort and disgust. I felt the sensation of a penis bouncing up and down against my face. I realised I wasn't just accessing Ryan's memories and knowledge but his feelings too. After I finished the required thirty I opened my mind. Ryan was absolutely disgusted at the taste of my sweaty balls (How he could taste without a tongue was beyond me) but was glad the cock was no longer bouncing. Knowing the discomfort I was causing him slowly made my semi plump penis into a full erection. I felt Ryan scream silently as my penis slowly poked into his pouch. Luckily it was Sit-Ups next which made it easier to hide my awkward boner.
PE was pretty strenuous so I wasn't able to keep an erection throughout the entire period. I could feel Ryan having a glimmer of hope that he'd get some space away from my penis when I was flaccid. His hopes were soon dashed when as soon as I went soft his face/pouch contracted comfortably snug against my dick and balls. Whats worse was when I went from hard to flaccid I released a few droplets of precum soaking into the silently protesting cotton.
I really worked up a major thirst during the PE session. The Coach always stressed the importance of hydration, I must've drank about a half a gallon of water. By the time the class was told to hit the showers, I was busting to piss and about to rush to the bathroom before Coach held me back. He told me how impressed he was by the improvement I had shown during the lesson and if I kept this until the end of the year he could probably give me decent grade rather than just scraping a pass which would put me well in the lead for valedictorian. Meanwhile I was bouncing my leg up and down trying not to piss myself. I know Ryan noticed the excess jiggling and deduced my desperation. By this point he was ignoring the flaccid penis rubbing up and down against his face and instead begging me to do anything I could to hold it in.
Coach finally dismissed me and I made a mad dash for the locker room. Everyone had already finished changing and showering. As I rounded the corner and saw the urinals in sight, I felt myself suddenly lifted off my feet and carried into the showers.
"You won't get away that easily!" Grunted Carter as he pulled his arm out from under my left shoulder.
"Yea you're not going anywhere!" Followed Horst, he replaced Carter so his arms were locked under both my armpits and holding me in place.
The surprise caused me to dribble a little piss into my jock, moistening the pouch's fibers. Ryan was screaming in the back of my head calling his mates idiots. I managed to hold back the dam but the pressure only kept building in my bladder. Carter pulled down my gym shorts and threw them aside revealing the slightly wet jockstrap clinging to my cock.
"You're going to tell us how to turn him back right now," ordered Carter, "or else!"
"Okay fine" I conceded "But before that I really need to-"
"I said NOW" interrupted Carter as he delivered a punch directly into my gut. This time I completely lost control of my bladder and a torrent of urine gushed from my cock. I expected it to immediately start dribbling down my leg but to my surprise Ryan was extremely absorbent and soaked up all my pee. I could feel him trying to spit and gag in my head but he had no mouth or throat. He couldn't even call Carter a dumbass. The urine completely drenched the fabric of the pouch and a large damp yellow spot began to appear.
"You need to let me go!" I insisted "So I can take him off!"
"Don't let him go!" Carter yelled as he took a step back "Tricky bastard is trying to escape!"
"But he's pissing himself!" complained Horst. "At least take the jock off for him, he's pissing right into Ryan!"
"What and get his piss all over me?" exclaimed Carter "No fucking way!"
As Ryan's each and every deepest crevice was drowned in my urine I could feel him shrieking (or gurgling) in impotent rage, cursing his moronic football buddies and insulting them with every fiber (no pun intended) of his being. By now the cloth was completely saturated in piss and my bladder was only half empty. I figured there was no point in stopping now and continued to relieve myself.
"Now are you going to tell us how to change him back?" Carter demanded "Or you want another punch in the gut?"
"Ok but you're not going to like it" I sighed as the pressure continued to ease up "The only way to break the curse is a kiss"
"You wish faggot" insulted Carter "We ain't kissing you"
"Not me blockhead" I clarified "You gotta kiss Ryan"
"Fucking gross!" Horst grimaced "He's soaked in your piss!"
"Hey I tried to warn you guys!" I exasperated "But you wouldn't listen."
"We can get his girlfriend to do it" Carter mused
"Like she's going to kiss some pissy jockstrap" doubted Horst "She wont even suck Ryan's dick!"
"Then we'll let him dry off and put him through the wash!" Carter suggested.
"No can do guys" I informed them, still draining my bladder into Ryan's quietly wailing fibers as he was now resigned to his fate "The curse needs to be lifted within one hour since it was placed or it becomes permanent!"
"Then we'll find some dweeb-" Horst started.
"Nope" I interjected "You need the power of love or friendship. Can't be some random guy you forced into doing it. And it can't just be a peck either, you have to really mean it, with tounge and everything"
"Fuck, no fucking way am I doing it!" Carter protested "It was your idea to grab this guy Horst, you kiss Ryan"
"What? No way!" Horst refused, finally releasing me "You fucking punched him and made him piss himself, you do it!"
While they were arguing felt I felt the last few ounces of urine drain out of my bladder as it pushed the limits of how much liquid the fabric could hold. Ryan now felt completely defeated. I got the distinct feeling he was sobbing tears of piss as a few droplets trickled down my leg. I slowly pulled him down peeling him off my moist cock and balls and hung the soggy jockstrap on a nearby towel hook by the elastic band. While all the jock knowledge remained in my head the last feeling of despair vanished when I let go of him and the mental link broke.
"Well what ever you two decide you better do it in the next five minutes," I estimated "I'm going to take a shower"