For a big, strapping athlete like Ryan Standish, fear proved an unexpected emotion. On the field, he had faced off with big bruisers intent on doing him serious bodily harm without ever breaking a sweat or batting an eye.
He felt fear, nevertheless, when he got tossed into the garbage by Cy's mom who had no idea of the true identity of the soiled jockstrap she had discovered awaiting its time in the laundry. For hygienic reasons, being a concerned mom, she felt it would be much easier to simply buy her son a brand-new jockstrap and dispose of the protective gear that had been adulterated with sweat and worse substances.
The strange rustling noise began around two in the morning, although Ryan the jockstrap didn't have any indication of the passage of time in the darkness. The noise grew louder, and he heard a strange chittering accompany the sound of something rasping against the plastic exterior of the garbage can.
Ryan "listened" and worried. Why had Cy left him alone for so long? They had connected, hadn't they? They were Cy and Ry. "Please, come get me," Ry implored.
Suddenly, Ryan felt a lurching sensation as something changed.
Although he had no way to know that a family of raccoons had worked together to topple the tall plastic trash can, Ryan reacted to the glare of a street light, especially when several dark shadows passed between the toppled open can and the light.
The chittering noise resumed and a furry animal with a long tail and a facial mask moved into the light. The raccoon grabbed a burger wrapper, no doubt attracted by the remnants of fat and grease.
Fear was fast becoming a familiar emotion for the teen-turned-jockstrap as he watched more raccoons rush forward to grab with their tiny hands the best tidbits from the Jones family garbage. "Cy! Cy! Where are you?"
One of the raccoons pushed aside Ryan's jockstrap body to get to some discarded grapes.
"They won't have any interest in me," Ryan thought with more hope than confidence.
As it turned out, the cum-soaked cotton fabric did attract the attention of the garbage can raiders. Interesting fact... although trivia was the last thing on Ryan's mind at the moment — human cum is rich in both proteins and fructose, making the jockstrap soaked in Cy's cum a tasty prize up for grabs.
One of the larger animals pushed its snout deep into Ryan's cotton pouch causing the former jock to cry out in alarm. "Cy! Where are you?"
One of the other raccoons, less satisfied than its compatriots with the pickings from the garbage, managed to grab one of Ryan's plastic straps. A tug-of-war ensued with the first raccoon sinking its sharp teeth into the pouch as the other pulled strongly on the strap.
Ryan felt the tug and the teeth. The strap stretched dangerously as the other raccoon refused to let go. The first raccoon, its teeth sunk firmly into Ryan's cotton fabric form, chittered and growled.
Ryan felt real pain as the raccoon with his strap continued to pull. Finally, the elastic reached a breaking point and the strap snapped. Ryan, as an athlete, had experienced muscle and tendon injuries, but nothing approached the level of sheer pain as the snapped strap. The resulting momentum sent the two animals tumbling into each other, causing a serious fight as they began to grapple with each other on the ground.
Ryan knew, on some level, he was probably having a psychosomatic reaction fueled by his terror at finding himself in such an unreal situation. He gritted non-existent teeth to endure the pain.
Suddenly one of the other raccoons, taking advantage of its distracted compatriots, grabbed the appetizing jockstrap in two tiny hands, its fingers curled tightly on Ryan's frayed form.