The bus bounced down a dirt road. Twelve year old Harry sat watching out the window when suddenly, the bus lurched to a stop. There in the road was a herd of about fifteen jocks. They were naked as can be and they didn't care. They behaved like animals, not like humans. One jock even beat his chest.
After a pause, Mr. Landry, the camp director, spoke up. "Well since we won't be going anywhere for a while, we might as well use this time to learn about jock season disease. No one knows how it started but only young adult males, around sixteen to twenty-four, get the disease. The disease doesn't attack all males that age but it attacks those males who are athletic. It's called jock season disease because it only attacks in June through August and then the jocks are ordinary humans the rest of the year."
Mr. Landry continued, "Every June, all the jocks start becoming super athletic. Their muscles bulge to three times their normal size and their fat goes away. But while their bodies improve, their minds deteriorate to being like the minds of animals. They strip off their clothes, wander into the woods and form herds with hierarchies. Since there are no female jocks, the lower ranking males serve as females for the higher ranking males."
One kid asked, "Are they aware of what they are doing?" Mr. Landry answered, "Yes, they are aware and remember everything they did but they have no control. The disease makes all jocks behave like animals."
Harry ignored Mr. Landry as he was too busy watching his older brother, Larry, one of the jocks, getting fucked by another jock. Then the alpha jock got everyone's attention as he charged at the bus. He stopped. He was just trying to threaten the bus to go away. The bus driver honked back to threaten the alpha jock.
Harry noticed that the alpha jock had a very tiny penis. Their hierarchy was based on strength, not on penis size. The alpha jock was all muscle.
Finally, the jocks began to move away from the road and the bus proceeded to camp. Harry got one last glimpse at his brother's ass before he disappeared into the forest.
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A few days later, Harry caught Larry lurking near their camp. Harry grabbed a little of his leftover cheeseburger and used it to try to entice Larry. Larry approached but then heard a sound and skittered off back into the woods.
After a few days, Harry was able to finally get Larry close enough that he could touch his brother. Harry noticed the identification tag stuck to his brother's balls. Someone had tagged him.
Hunters were allowed to hunt jocks but not to kill. They could capture using tranquilizer darts and then either keep the jock as a pet or release the jock with an identification tag identifying which hunter got that jock.
Larry's tag read c137. Harry wondered who c137 was and what kinds of photos and other activities had c137 done with Larry before releasing him back into the wild where another hunter might get him.