Ryan could honestly say he was numb to everything now. In retrospect he had been slowly growing numb as the days went by that he was trapped in that cupboard with all of the lost and/or forgotten items. Yet being a jockstrap, he had known that his chances of being just simply left in there were probably and even fifty-fifty. Once the Coach's assistant had come in and taken him out, he knew that he was facing a hard run. Especially when Ryan had heard the idea of having the team jerk off into him before he was sold to some pervert.
As he was taken to the team and tossed to them along with other various jockstraps, Ryan was panicking looking around everywhere. Hoping desperately that Vinnie might be there, Ryan would take the humiliation that would come with it. He just needed to be turned back to normal as soon as possible. But it was to no avail, as Ryan looked around, he did not see Vinnie anywhere in the locker room. It was a long shot as Vinnie wasn't a part of the team, but Ryan had hoped that he might try and find him here.
Ryan was tossed from one jock to another, each of his former teammates shooting their loads into his pouch making Ryan get a taste of them that he had never hoped to get. All he could hear was the laughing and moaning of his former teammates, and he was sure that he wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon. As he was tossed to the next one, Ryan couldn't help but glance up only for his heart to sink as he saw Horst was the one holding him. He was hoping to see any form of recognition from his friend, but there was nothing. Just like the others Ryan was placed over Horst's sizable cock and was jerked along with it. It wasn't long before his friend was moaning loader and loader, and then finally Ryan felt and tasted it. Horst shot rope after rope of cum into him, and with each load Ryan grew more and more dazed, tears most likely would have been rolling down if they could. And then just like the others once Horst was done, he tossed Ryan to the next jock and the cycle began again.
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It was several hours later that the assistant returned to the locker room to grab the used jockstraps. Walking in he saw the few that were in there all lying around on the benches, each one clearly drenched in cum. Smirking he picked one up, "Well these are sure to go for a hefty price." Picking each of them up, he proceeded to place each of them into separate bags and seal them. Ryan barely felt anything as he was sealed away. Only really noticing when he was placed in a box, and then trapped once again in darkness.
It was impossible for him to keep track of how long he had been in the box, feeling himself being shifted around at various points of time. Ryan's feeling of dread built up once again though when the box settled and was opened. Revealing who had purchased him.