Tales from the Jockpocalypse

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Oct 28th 2022

 

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Three years ago the world ended.

20XX

“Can you believe Franny? She thinks her family is so much better than ours just because they have money. Sure, her husband has a nice job, but everyone knows it’s mostly her parents’ money.” Mrs. Callow sat down in the stands next to her husband as they looked out on the field of their son’s little league game. 

“That’s nice honey.” Mr. Calloway responded.His face was stoic as he watched his son, little Johnny, prepare to step up at bat.  He heard his wife scoff and then couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. She playfully punched him in the shoulder.  

“You actually had me going.” she leaned on his shoulder, holding his arm.

Mr. Calloway kissed her head. “You know I always listen to you. Besides Franny’s an asshole and so’s Greg. Don’t think I’ve ever seen him show up to any of his son’s games. She probably needs to inflate her family’s financial accolades so that she doesn’t have to examine her own family.” 

Mrs. Calloway laughed, “God, I’m glad I married you. See, we get each other.” Mr. Calloway enjoyed his wife’s smile as the two looked out to their pride and joy coming up at bat. Johnny was small even for his age. His baseball helmet didn’t fit quite right and the uniform was several sizes too big but Mrs.Calloway’s hand stitching had made it manageable.

The 13 year old stopped at homebase and got into position. He was ready to swing. Then just as soon as he seemed to mentally prepare himself, Johnny dropped the bat. It clanged against home base as Johnny collapsed to his knees hunched over.

Mrs. Calloway separated from her husband, “Donald what’s wrong with–”  He never heard the end of the statement because at that moment Johnny changed.

For Johnny it had been a normal day right up until that last second. Then all at once something rose inside of him. Next thing he knew he was on hands and knees body pulsing. Due to his point of view the first thing he noticed was his hands expanding as his arms pushed out. Not only that but Johnny could hear his bones groaning and creaking as they sought expansion.

Back in the stands Mr. Calloway couldn’t look away. He didn’t think anyone could. His wife certainly hadn’t said anything. But Johnny, little Johnny was growing on the field. His legs were stretching away from him. And everyone heard the sounds of fabric reaching its limit. Johnny’s body was ripping its way out. But it was his shoes, his cleats, that were the real show stopper. Johnny tried to wriggle them off however his socked feet tore right through them, bursting out the front. The shoes became nothing more than flaps as the socks tried to continue on the losing fight.

Johnny knew his body was getting heavier with every passing second.  His muscles were taking up more space and demanded size. Johnny’s team shirt ripped straight down the middle as his latissimus and deltoids increased. Then, his sleeve’s burst open as raging biceps and triceps formed along with ripped forearms. As if not to be forgotten, Johnny’s pants, which only went up to his newly enhanced calf muscles by now, split as his thighs formed strong enough to pop watermelons. STILL he grew. The next change came for his face as his jaw popped then snapped back into place. There was a shift as his facial features redefined themselves. The boy, now a teenager, or rather a burgeoning young adult man, threw his helmet off to the side. “AAAAHHH!” he let out a roar so deep, everyone knew he wasn’t a kid anymore. The seams in his uniform pants ripping up his things. And as if the universe had a sense of humor, the final nail in the coffin was, Johnny’s adult muscular ass being introduced to the word popping out the seat of his pants. Whatever underwear he had put on that morning did nothing; it contained his new caboose. 

No longer a victim to growing pains, Johnny stood up, a dopey, grin on his face.  NO everyone in the stands had a clear view that the font of Johnnys’ underwear was having just as hard a time as his back, whatever the transformation had done to it.

“Babe I think we should take Johnny and…” Mr. Calloway looked to his side. His wife was gone. Turning around he checked the stands not there. Then he looked out on the field expecting to see her running to Johnny. But she was gone. Mr. Calloway stopped doing another take. He didn’t see Franny in the stands either. His wife had just spoken to her no way they both took off at this time. On a second check. Mr. Calloway realized he hadn’t spotted any women in the stands. There were definitely mothers and sisters here a few moments ago.

Between his missing wife and his changed son, Mr. Calloway didn’t know what to freak out about first. However the men watching the game answered that for him. The pitcher of the opposing team had collapsed. And after Johnny’s little display, the father of this young man had run onto the field only to be held back by the umpire. Soon there was a hot Puerto Rican man in scraps of clothing standing where a preteen had been.  He also stood up with the same grin Johnny was wearing. He picked up the baseball he had dropped before he changed. Meanwhile, Johnny picked up his now tiny bat. The two locked eyes with each other. THe pitcher wound up the ball and launched it.  The man in the remains of Johnny’s clothing knocked it up and to the air a home run.

“What the shit!” A voice cried out. One that Mr. Calloway was recognized as his son’s coach. Over in the dugout more of the team’s players had suddenly aged, while everyone’s attention was on the field. Then Mr. Calloway heard grunting from the stands.  Other fathers, brothers and relatives of the boys started to groan in the stands, hunching over. “This is ridiculous; absurd. It has to be a bad dream” Mr. Calloway, thought. Then someone bowled over to him.

“Ya gotta help me.” Some college aged kid had grabbed Mr. Calloway’s shirt and held on to it for dear life. Mr. Calloway was taken aback by the sudden request by the stranger. The young man was dressed to the nines. Navy blue pants, classic brown belt, silver Rolex watch, and a striped pink shirt with a tie. The suit jacket lay tossed off and ripped at the sides. Once spotting that Mr. Calloway took another look at the male. His arms were bulging under his dress shirt, straining and pushing it to its limit. The tie around his neck was pulled down, and the top of his shirt was unfastened. However these were not by choice of a person trying to relax. It was obvious his chest, sitting out on display, had rendered the top buttons of the shirt useless. The guy’s hair also began to gain a more lustrous sheen, turning into a warm honey brown.

Something in Mr. Calloway’s mind clicked as the young man’s face reshaped in front of him to a stronger visage. “Holy shit…GREG!”

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NOW - Trey

“Alright,” Trey looked at his cell phone. 8:00 am sharp. He looked out onto the empty streets he needed to make this quick, his little brother, Caleb was waiting for him back home. Trey shoved his phone back into his pocket, and made sure his book bag was secure.  He began his trek into the heart of the city. It was a straight forward journey, but he knew the more abandoned cars clogged up the road the more he’d have to sneak around. 

There was a time when Trey used to love looking at the morning sky. A beautiful orange-blue hue signaling the start of the day. It was mostly just a secondary timer for Trey to use for safety. He didn’t want to be caught by one of them. Well, maybe one he could out smart but a group of three or four was dangerous.

Once he was in the heart of Downtown, Trey dove behind a gray SUV. The back door was still left open from the incident. He thought, “just maybe.”  Going into the car and looking around. The first thing he spotted was a destroyed car seat in the back. Judging by how the car was positioned it didn’t take much to imagine what happened. Whoever was driving probably got the shit scared out of them and swerved.

There was nothing of use there. Trey hopped out and went back to his original route towards the drug store. He lived on the border of the city and county, but the county stores were empty by this point. These days there was no option but to go into the city. The most dangerous place of all because that’s where the Jocks lived.

As Trey got close to the drug store, he saw three Jocks lounging about on a blue hatchback car. One was laying on the top, while the other two were on the ground. Trey tipped toed closer. He saw their chest moving up and down. Their clearly developed chests. But thankfully, their mouths were closed as well as their eyes. They were asleep. Alot of people knew most Jocks had a habit of not being able to shut the fuck up unless they were asleep. And sure one of them may have been the strong silent type, but all three? No way.

This was good. It was great actually. It meant Trey’s intel was correct. The Jocks in the city had partied all night long and now had to take a morning to recover. Their hangovers were just as legendary as their parties. Effectively it was just one big nap time, giving people like Trey to get what they need and get out. The only problem was figuring out when the Jocks partied. As Jocks they always loved to party, but that was different than these huge bashes they’d hold, tuckering themselves out. Trey was so grateful for the text message that came yesterday he almost kissed his phone.

 He was still on a mission though and got past the sleeping Jocks to sneak into the store. Once inside, he did a little victory dance, then got to finding what he needed. This drugstore had canned food full stocked but scattered on shelves. It was clear the Jocks had moved some things around scavenging and being nosey but in the end found no interest in anything. He shoved a few cans of food into his book bag. Not what he came for but extras never hurt.  The Jocks wouldn’t notice. After all, Jocks didn’t really get hungry the same way humans did. Oh sure they understood the idea of it, and could eat. But whatever transformation had warped their bodies saw it unnecessary for them to consume food. So what kept them sustained? Trey had no idea. Meanwhile  a few random knick knacks were broken, and cleaning supplies were spilled on the floor.  Walking by the aisle he spotted the feminine care section. Tampons and pads abandoned, frozen in time. Not even the slightest hints the Jocks had gone anywhere near the section.

Three years ago an event occurred that rocked the world to its core. All the women on the planet simply vanished. Gone in an instance. That would have been bad enough on its own, but it didn’t stop there. Men across the globe began to change into hotter, fitter, more attractive versions of themselves. It didn’t matter age or race it came indiscriminately. Kids, shot up into men and old people devolved into their younger selves albeit sexier. Of course the ending age for each individual could vary greatly. Some were college age, others were full blown adults. Due to their superior physique, love for parties, and general rowdy nature the men changed by the phenomena ended up with the term Jocks, capital J. After all that was the social group they reminded everyone of. Still the universe had one more cruel joke to play: The Jocks could turn those unaffected into more Jocks. 

How? Well he’d heard there were a multitude of ways, but the only ones Trey had witnessed for himself were probably the worst.  On one of his scavanges into the city, he watched from an apartment while shirtless Jocks chased down two people, probably brothers. They had backpacks and more than likely had been looking for supplies as well. Though upon getting captured, the jocks pulled down their shorts a bit and began stroking their cocks. When they brought themselves to climax all over the duo, the Jock sperm kept coming. The poor boys below were covered. It was insane. A white batter completely coated the two unfortunates and hid them away from the world. By the time the Jock’s stepped back and Trey got a better view. He saw two cum white eggs, each thrashing about as lumps appeared. One slightly larger than the other, due to the height difference of the victims. However that didn’t matter as the eggs began to grow in size. Already the changes were taking effect. The two were no doubt growing, maturing, gaining senses beyond that of a human as everything else was left behind. When the two eggs stopped thrashing the shells hardened. Then a fist burst out of the first one, then the second. Eventually two naked buff jocks stepped out newly birthed into the world. The group of Jocks led them away as the duo left their former bookbags on the ground.  Trey had fallen back on his ass watching that play out.

Before that, regardless of how they came to be. Trey honestly couldn’t think of them as anything other than human. Even if they knew they didn’t eat or drink like regular people he didn’t witness it so it was hard to conceptualize. But that was the moment he knew they were monsters. 

The time before that Trey and Caleb had been living with a few other people inside a former group home in the county. Every so often different people would be tasked to go and retrieve items. This was just as supplies in the county started to dwindle. Trey had been tasked to go with Jonah, the only other person who had been his age. Jonah was a skinny white redhead with glasses too large for his head. There was no doubt Jonah was a nerd in the world before. Not that it mattered to Trey, Jonah was surprisingly fun to talk to even if he went on tangents sometimes.

“All I’m saying is the world isn’t actually over you know. I mean maybe in a few years when no new babies are born but…”  Jonah would say with a shrug. It was a conversation he’d have with Trey again and again.

“Uh huh,” Trey would say trying to get the good non perishables. 

“Think about it, electricity still works. Our cellphones aren’t down. Although only an idiot would keep it on anything other than vibrate. Then there’s those text messages someone sends with the info about what the Jocks are doing.” Jonah would lean on the aisle counter, not helping.

“Your point?” Although by then Trey already knew. 

“It’s got to be real. It’s got to be. Sanctuaries, where everyone is still normal, Or even places where jocks and normal dudes are living together. You know that last message said not all the Jocks went crazy that day.” Jonah stated.

“So? Have you seen one Jock in this town who acts normally?” Of course Trey had seen that message. It had given him hope that one day Caleb and he would see their dad again. On the day it happened their mom had been driving home from work, dad had been making dinner. Trey came from his room to find a stranger in their kitchen wearing his dad’s things. The Jock ran out the backdoor into the madness outside. Trey spent hours trying to call his mom after that.

“No, I guess. I haven’t.” Jonah admitted. “But hey once we blow this joint maybe we’ll see some.”

With so many abandoned cars one would think, why not just drive around to one of those sanctuaries? Trey couldn’t speak for others but the said truth was, he never got his learner’s permit. The world ended a month before he was going to start driving school. However Jonah had graciously offered to teach him. They tended to sneak off to get some lessons. The others in the house thought they were making out or dating. In truth, Jonah refused to be the only one able to drive if he went on the road.  

“Ah what’s this, Sun screen? 5%  off don’t mind if I do” Jonah snatched up the bottle.

“Really?” Trey asked.

“Hey look, we can’t all be blessed with your easily tanned skin and dark hair.  Some of us need a little extra help.” Jonah stuffed the bottle into his bag, “Though you should worry about the cancer.”

It wasn’t until later when Jonah got back to the house that he tried some of the stuff. “Guys, I don’t feel good.” Jonah had wandered down into their shared living room in nothing but his boxers holding his stomach. His body was covered in sunscreen, which was quickly sinking into his skin. “I think… I think the Jocks put something in the sunscreen.” Jonah’s body began to change and grow. Everyone scattered and abandoned the house. Trey might have stayed if he hadn’t needed to watch Caleb. Since everyone was always on edge about Jocks showing up they were always packed for a quick getaway.

Today, it just made Trey sigh when he walked past the body lotion section. After he saw the incident with the circle jerk it wasn’t hard to decide that some Jock added their own ‘cream’ to the lotion as some sort of prank. Eventually Trey reached his actual goal and began stuffing his bag with pain reliever, disinfectant ointment, and allergy pills. Some of the stuff was no doubt expired, but something had to be better than nothing, right? Once Trey thought he had an ample amount, he zipped up his book bag and decided to do a quick search around the store to make sure he didn’t miss anything. 

Unfortunately, that led him right into the path of a Jock. The dude was standing in the aisle, left  hand down his pants, head slumped forward, blond hair hanging down, as if he was asleep. He had to be in his mid twenties at least. Trey stepped back, had this dude been here the entire time? Trey walked back onto a stand. The Jock’s eyes immediately opened and locked on him. Trey knew that it was pointless to run, but how could he outsmart the dude here?

“Hey, nice to meet you.“ The Jock took his hands out of his pants. “My name is,”

Trey got into a position like he was ready to fight.  This jock was definitely on the leaner side so Trey thought he might have had a chance taking him. The jock put his hands up defensively.

“Woah, woah I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk.” The jock said.

“Talk, why?” Trey asked eyes darting around for the best route for escape.

“Believe it or not, Jocks in this town don’t exactly produce the most stimulating conversation. That and I haven’t seen a human in ages.”

Trey felt a shiver go up his spine when the Jock referred to him as a human. It felt so othering in that the Jock didn’t see himself as one. More disturbing than that this Jock seemed to have an actual sense of self. Unlike the party boys outside.

“I’m guessing you’re from Mulberry?” The Jock went on talking, but his arms were back down. “Me, I’m From Hopewell myself. I heard there was going to be a big party here so of course I had to come.  Took me a good two hours to run here, especially with all the cars blocking the way.“ He rested a hand on a shelf, shaking his head.

“It would take 3 to 4 hours to get here from Hopewell by foot.” Trey said.

“Yeah, I guess if i was just a regular person but come on we both know that’s not true,” he lifted his shirt and displayed his abs.  Another thing that made Trey pause.

“You’re…you’re wearing clothes. Why?”

“Oh yeah,” the Jock scratched the back of his head. “I noticed most of the Jocks in this town barely had anything on at last night’s rager. Even those three outside only had shorts on.”

“So it’s true. There are Jocks out there who’ve turned back into themselves?” Trey thought about his father.

“Well, turned back isn’t the right term. I personally can’t remember who I was before. And just because some Jocks aren’t acting like roided monsters doesn’t mean they’re sane. But I can’t discriminate too much because this body needs to party.”

“Wait, are you from one of those Sanctuaries?” Trey’s voice heightened.

“Sanctuaries, no but If you’re looking for other humans I wouldn’t…” The Jock stopped talking. “The others are awake and one coming here. Hide.” 

Trey did as told while his new companion went to greet the Jock entering the store. He heard them mutter something that ended with Trey’s new acquaintance saying, “Yeah yeah  I know what you need.” After that Trey heard the sounds that sounded like a fight. He cautiously walked his way to the front. There instead of finding two studs fighting, he found the friendly Jock fucking the ass of the other. Their hips slapping echoed through the entire store. His friendly Jock also had his hands over the eyes and mouth of the other. He nodded towards the door, signaling Trey to escape.  Trey took off, not wasting a moment. When he got outside he didn’t see the other two but he certainly heard the similar sounds inside. He took the opportunity to trek back to his safety spot with his brother waiting for him.

Today had been too close for his liking. If It came to it, he’d just have to risk driving and take him and his brother far away.

A text came in on his phone. Another one of those nugget’s of intel he’d been getting:

TONIGHT. ESCAPE.

“What the fuck?” Trey stared at his phone.

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Two Months Ago - Bradley

Bradley was led through the streets with a chain around his neck, hands tied behind his back with rope. He was dressed only in his blue boxer briefs and tennis shoes. This was it. He had been captured by the Jocks. He couldn’t believe he’d gone three years surviving only to be captured at nineteen. A small grace was that the chain around his neck wasn’t tied hard. It was more for show than actual torture. The two Jocks that captured him  today were getting a kick out of parading him around. They’d pass by other Jocks on the street who’d hoot and holler congratulating them. 

His captors didn’t appear to be much older than him. On looks alone they had to be seniors in college–Well, if college still existed–or somewhere in their early 20’s. Looks meant nothing however, Bradley knew that. The two Jocks could have been formerly 6 and 60, wouldn’t have changed anything. One was a hot Korean man and the other was Native American. The two joked to themselves, but didn’t antagonize Bradely that much, rather they seemed disinterested in him. They had his clothes and book bags but didn’t even attempt to go through it.

Bradley had no idea what their motive was. He had thought, perhaps foolishly, the Jocks had moved on. Two years into the world ending the jocks were always about, then when the third year came. They all stopped. Then came another countless ‘tip’ text message sent to his cell phone that he’d been receiving for the past two years. It made Bradley careless. He thought he could sneak into another section of town, for some new clothes. No dice. Jocks were already there, bare chested  in jeans with black streaks under their eyes looking akin to war paint.  Remains of what used to be shirts tied on their biceps. Bradley was sure he’d be turned then and there, but it was not so. 

Eventually Bradley was brought to a tall gray building. As tall as it was it felt like they’d rise to the top to meet the CEO. The elevator however descended into the basement.  They came out into a long dark hallway. Pitch black only illuminated by the elevator and the opposite end, His Jock captors walked forward as Bradely could make out a sound. Was it screaming? Shouting? No, it was cheering. The three came into a giant arena surrounded by Jock. Bradley’s knees went weak. This was a colosseum. An amateurish underground one but, the concept was so clear. He understood immediately.

However, for the first time today no one was focused on him. In the giant ring there was a fight happening. There was a man with salt and pepper hair, tan skin and nothing on but boxers battling it out with a young man black man in briefs. The two struggled for 10 mins more and Bradley could assume the two had been going on for quite some time. Eventually the older gentleman faltered in his step and the young black man clipped his leg and pinned him to the ground. All the boys in the stands shouted out as the older man was held “Three, two, one! He’s pinned.” The young black man got off the older fellow and led him to the northern part of the ring. 

In the stands there was a chair that stood out occupied by a Middle eastern young man. Dressed up in a toga and flower crown. Two his right There was another Jock standing at his side wearing a silver helm with his hands behind his back. Again even this Jock’s matched Bradley captors with the exception his body was painted blue with gold flecks. If he hadn’t been in chains, Bradley would have believed he was watching community theater.

All the Jock’s voices died out as the older man was dragged towards the would-be emperor and his guard. The Jock in the toga smiled, “You have put on quite the show for us tonight.I shall consider your fate a bit longer” He stuck his thumb out of his fist and left it there, while the boys around beat on their chests. All except the boy in the helm who stood silently and at attention. They watched as the older man was taken away through an exit on the opposite end.

Finally eyes fell onto Bradley and his captors, as the crowd went silent. “My king, we have brought another human. We found him scurrying around our territory like a sewer rat.” His Korean captor spoke. Suddenly Bradley was thrusted forward and onto his knees. There was no place he felt worse than under all the strangers imposing stairs.

“Hear my decree Human. I am the king,” The Jock spoke in an obvious put upon regal voice. “Just as you have seen today. You will have the right to fight.” There were snickers from the crowd. The jock in the toga paused, catching the look on Bradley’s face. “You seem to have questions. Speak! We will hear you out.”

“What is this place?”

“It’s a place where we gather humans who have trespassed into our land. We have them fight to see if they earned the right to be a member, rather than being transformed into a member  of our court.”

“But you guys are Jocks?” Bradley questioned.

“Your point?”

“I mean since when do Jocks care who they transform?”

“So we should just share miraculous gifts with anybody. Well that may have once been the way we acted or other Jocks act, but I have seen the light. I convinced the other Jocks in town that we shouldn’t be sharing our gifs with just any regular person. You must all prove yourselves.”

 Bradley looked around this place the Jocks. This was all a set. One big joke where they could gather around and  pretend to be gladiators or something. Though were Jocks capable of doing something so elaborate? Bradley never thought so, especially not the younger one’s.

“But don’t worry. You’ll have your day in the ring.” The would-be king clapped his hands and Bradley was dragged away from the arena by his captors. They threw him into an empty cell, with a cement floor. Bradley had zoned out and hadn’t paid attention to the direction he had been taken. He had no sense of where he was in relation to the arena.

As his captors left Bradley came to realize while his cell was empty he certainly wasn’t alone in the Dungeon the jocks had crafted. Across from him, on the other side of the room sat the man from earlier. The stranger had one leg close to his body and the other stretched out. His curious gaze was fixed upon Bradley, who tried to cover himself up with his hands and turned away.

“It’s no use,” the older man chuckled, “These Jocks like men with as little clothing as possible. When they bring you back your clothes, here’s a bit of advice: Don’t put them back on. It’ll make you slower in the arena. “

“Uh thanks,” Bradley said, unsure whether to actually take the man at his word. Other males could be dicks if they believe it’d keep them from being transformed into Jocks themselves. 

“You don’t believe me,” The man shook his head.”That’s fine but if you want to win you’ll need all the advantages you can get. Then you can be a Jock.”

“Wait, you want to be a Jock?!” Bradley turned back around taking his hands off his underwear. He crawled to the bars that held his cell shut, “Are you crazy?”

“Look around. We’re the only two people here. What do you think happened to the others? I tell you one thing the Jocks certainly didn’t kill them. That’s not how Jocks operate. They transformed every single person they captured.” 

“But the kid out there said that we have to prove ourselves.”

“Ah, you mean ‘the emperor.’ Yeah that brat certainly subscribes to his own hype, but he’s really harmless,” The stranger bobbed his head to the side, “You know, besides the whole kidnapping and forcing people to fight in an arena.”

“But he told me we have to be worthy.” Bradley ended up sitting down on the cement floor. 

“Yeah as in they will make you worthy of being Jocks. Basically they’ll make you fight until you can actually put up a fight.”

“But we’re humans, how are we supposed to fight?”

“You saw me out there didn’t you? It’s tough, but It’s not impossible to fight Jocks. They may be superhuman but they’re still human. At least that’s what I’ve learned.”

“Well, it’s the SUPER part that I’m more worried about.” Bradley chuckled awkwardly, “I’m not exactly built like you Sir.”

“Oh please, the name is just Stan. The world has no need to be respectful anymore.”

“Sorry,” Bradley blushed a bit, “It’s just my dad always told me to say sir and ma’am to people older than me.”

“Sounds like your father taught you well. Will he be looking for you?” Stan asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“No, My dad transformed on the day it happened. He turned young, but not as young as most of the guys in town. Probably mid to late 20’s. Haven’t seen him since."

“Shoot I’m sorry  kid,” Stan sucked his teeth, “You looking for him?”

“Definitely not. I spent a whole year trying. Lots of people did; parent’s looking for kids, kids looking for parents. You looking for someone?”

“Me? Nah, had no one before the world ended, Got no one now. I always thought I’d be better off alone. It’s funny how the universe works to disprove us sometimes."

There was a long silence. If Stan was going to continue that particular speech he never got the chance as one of Bradley’s captors, the native American came strolling.He had Bradley’s book bag in his hand. Opening up the cell he sat it down, and smiled. “My name’s Xavier. Here’s all your stuff back.“

“You’re just going to give it to me?”

Stan let out a chuckle. Bradley peered around Xavier,to see Stan shaking his head.

“Do you honestly think you can escape with anything in this bag? Besides, even if you did, we’d just catch you again.” Xavier sighed, “But you’re welcome to do as you please.” Xavier simply turned around and left leaving the cell door open.

“Is he serious?” Bradley turned to Stan.

“Look, he already told you they’re going to catch you if you leave.So you couldn’t even call it walking into a trap.  Hell, they’ll even let you charge your phone up. But I gave my stuff up a while ago. And for the record the cell was never locked to begin with. They’re that confident in their abilities. As well they should be.”

Bradley fished through his bag and pulled out his cell phone. The cause of his dilemma now. He had been receiving text messages that had often helped him out but today had let him walk straight into a trap. Why would someone help him for so long only to turn on him? What was up with that?

One Month and Two weeks ago - Bradley

Bradley got carried back into his cell by Xavier. His muscles had simply given out on him. It seemed like every other day he was forced into the ring. The Jocks were toying with him and he was their favorite one at the moment. Stan was going less and only looking better. The moment Xavier left, Stan left his cell to walk over and inspect Bradley.

“They did a number on you today huh? But don’t worry you’ll start to get used to it. Like going to the gym except twice as intensive.” He bent down and started to give the poor kid a massage.

“Don’t you think it’s time we get out of here?” Bradley struggled to say. 

“To go where? Honestly, answer me that. Even if we leave this town there are still other Jocks and those ones are mindless. At least here we get food, water, and they take us to shower. We don’t have to do anything but fight them every now and again.”  Stan moved down Bradley’s back with his massage.

“Their food tastes like shit.”

Stan waved the comment off. “That’s because they don’t eat. At least not like we do.”

“Wait? They eat. And here I thought they had sex all the time.”

Stan stopped his massage to let out a laugh “Yep, You’ve got it right. Them having sex is pretty much like food and water form them. Not sure of the specifics and I don’t know how often they NEED to do it, but I’m sure they get filled from good ol’ Jock jizz.

“WHAT?!” Bradley jumped up.

“Kid, you have got to pay attention to your surroundings if you want to actually escape this place.” 

“Make fun of me all you want but you know, they’re just going to turn you into a Jock as well.”

Stan let out a loud dramatic yawn, “I’m so over being afraid of that.

Bradley sat in silence wondering if he could ever get over it. He retrieved his cell phone. It still had messages sent to it meant to help survivors, but Bradley wasn’t sure once he escaped if he could ever trust the messages again. What the hell kind of tip was it to take him to an area where the Jock only ever stayed. For all the time he’d been here Bradley had at least noticed the Jocks weren’t coming in with prisoners everyday. Which meant the Emperor was probably being truthful about sticking to their section of town. 

One Month Ago – Bradley

Bradley would never forget when it happened. It was earlier in the morning not even the sun had risen. The sounds of Jock’s footsteps echoed as they approached Stan’s cell. Bradley was just opening his eyes as he saw six jocks crowd into Stan’s room. At the same time Stan was also waking up. Took a moment for Stan and Bradley to realize the Jocks were naked.

“Today you will be reborn anew.” Xavier spoke. Bradley’s mind stops. This was when Stan’s fate was sealed. He couldn’t let that happen. He rose to his feet and ran into Bradley’s cell. 

“It’s okay,” Stan said and completely deflated Bradley’s resolve. The Jocks simply turned to Bradley with disinterest. They had already been prepared to take him out. With their superior hearing there’s no doubt they heard him coming. Bradley fell to his knees and stared at the ground. He didn’t want to see. His eyes didn’t leave the ground in front of him for a while. He heard sounds but he didn’t process any of it. 

When he looked back up. Stan was still on the ground as a white substance faded into his skin. Stan’s mouth hung open as he tried to groan but his throat was changing. It pulsed larger as his vein began to bulge, pumping fiercely down into his chest. His shoulders expanded to a size so wide a plane would be jealous. When his chest followed it was like watching an invisible sculptor begin to work as his pecs were chiseled into existence along with his abs. The ridges and crevices of each were deep and definition defining as they brought his torso to prominence. His arms were no different as they swelled inside as hard and huge as rocks.

Then Stan’s legs popped into a huge size as his underwear ripped and he was left naked. His hips grinded, sending more of the changes down into his thighs and quads. Stan had always been fit but Bradley watched as his friend grew beyond that. Stan’s weathered skin grew healthier and younger as wrinkles faded away. His hair grew more voluptuous as it poured out of his head curling up at the edges. Bradley wasn’t sure if Stan had curly hair in his youth or if it was an example of his friend regressing into a different person. The groans Stan had let out had shifted into moans as his pleasure reverberated throughout the cells. 

NOW – Bradley

“What?!” Bradley yelled at the 6’3 brunette Jock standing outside his cell staring at him. The Jock was all talk with his buddies but the moment he was left with Bradley it was the silent treatment. It was too early in the morning for such BS. To be honest Bradley didn’t know how early it was, but he had been in the arena all night so even 2 in the afternoon would have been too early. The Jocks incessant talking had already woken him up now he had to deal with this.  

“I know you.” The Jock said.

“Stanley, we’ve been over this. Of course you know me.” Bradley sighed to himself, he turned away from the Jock and tried to fall back asleep. They had done this dance way too many times and originally Bradley was just foolish enough to believe it. Stan now went by Stanley or ‘Stan the man’ to the other Jocks and it seemed its head was as empty as he was handsome. He’d stare at Bradley as if trying to put some puzzle together but behind his eyes Bradley could see there was nothing going on. Stanley didn’t seem to have the mental capacity to do anything harder than two plus too. 

Instead Stanley would just stand there staring into the cell as if waiting for a flash of inspiration.

And today it finally came. Bradley’s cell phone bleeped as the teen, moseyed on over to retrieve it.  He dragged it out of his book bag lazily. He didn’t know why he still charged the stupid thing. Perhaps in the back of his mind Bradley wanted to keep hope, even false hope alive. The was a notification for a message received.

TONIGHT. ESCAPE.

“What, Escape? No shit I need to Escape you going to tell me how?” Bradley stared at hisphoen waiting for an answer. No dice.

“Escape? You’re not… supposed to Escape.” Stanley repeated as if his mind was thinking through molasses.

“Not me the text message!” Bradley held the phone to Stan’s face. The Jocks didn’t care about human things so Bradley was sure that Stanley would turn away but the Jock Never did. Instead hsi gaze got even more intense as he looked at the phone.

“Esc…ape…? Escape…. I remember you wanted to Escape, Bradley. Why are you still here” Stanley’s attention left the phone.

Bradley’s jaw dropped not once had Stanley show any recognition or hint of knowing his name post transformation. “Stan, is that you?”

Stanley didn’t answer, instead he looked off to the walkway and entrance where the other Jocks could enter. Then Stanley stumbled away holding his head. It was his normal routine to stare at Bradley for an undisclosed amount of time so ending it so abruptly was odd to Bradley. However Stan didn’t come back until later that night.

“You want to get out of here right, kid?” Stanley asked. 

Bradley’s heart warmed for a moment, “Stan are you back?”

Stanley gave a sad frown, “Not Stan but I need to–NO, I want to help you escape. Grab your things and climb on my back.” Bradley barely got to say anything before Stanley grabbed his clothes for him. Then he grabbed Bradley’s arm as the two made their way out. Bradley thought for sure there’d have to be a stand off. Stanley fought against the other guys but the place was  empty.

“Where is–

“Jocks won’t waste their time watching people they’ve already caught.  They don;t tend to gather until another hour. Luckily for us you’ll be long out of the city before that happens.” Stan Bent down offering his back once outside. Bradley happily hopped on as Stan began sprinting out of town.

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NOW -  Mr.Stevens’ POV

I took a deep breath. An annoying ringing in my ear and a slight smile on my lips. I was actually exhausted. How long had it been since I knew what it felt like to be exhausted?  Even my morning hour jog didn’t tire me out compared to my human compatriots. They’d joke that a man my age between late 40’s and early 50’s should be more tired than them. I wasn’t physically exhausted though, my exasperation was a side effect of the mental strain I was under. Still it was a refreshing sensation. Just like that an image popped into my head. After a day of running around outside, coming into the house to be treated to blueberry pancakes by my mother. The memory was so comforting, like a blanket I had when I was six. I laughed to myself even though another memory had slipped in there.

Then I heard footsteps among the woods. My smile dropped as I let myself drift back into my current situation. That’s right it was nighttime. I listened closer to the footsteps trying to decipher what was going on. There were several. Sounded like they were out running, no the movements were a bit too frantic. Fleeing? That was true for the first set, but there were others. Those footsteps were more methodical. They weren’t stepping as hard on the forest floor, purposefully so they had less chance of being heard. Were they tracking? No, even I knew better. They were hunting.  

Even though my head was slightly pounding and there was that god awful noise still going, I took off in that same direction. It was easy to cut through the forest at my speed. Jocks were gifted that way.  Which made what happened next even more confusing. I saw a boy trip on the ground as another person pursued him. I stuck my arm out and clotheslined the would-be-attacker. He fell onto his ass, knocked out. It took me a moment to recognize Mason even with the generous moonlight. My mouth fell open. I was used to running into rowdy Jocks chasing a human even now and again but Mase? Mase was a good egg.  He lived in that sanctuary with humans. Why would he ever go after? I turned around expecting to get answers Only to be met with a hug.

“Mr. Stevens Thank you! Thank you.”  

I immediately recognized the voice, still I pulled away from the hug to check the guy’s face. It was Nolan. Now I was confused. Nolan was also from the Sanctuary. Him and Mase were close. He was practically Mase’s self decided adopted younger brother. When I first met Nolan he was a lanky 17 year old who had lost everyone. Over the years I had watched him develop into a more confident man. Hard to believe in only a few more years he’d be older than Mase’s physical appearance. However when I was looking at him in that moment, shaken and scared, he looked just like the boy I had met all those years ago. 

“What the hell are you two doing playing out here at this time of night?” I don’t know why I phrased it that way. Perhaps a part of me wanted Nolan to tell me they had been joking.  I had seen the look in Mase’s face though. His eyes were lust filled and crazed. He had every intention of turning Nolan into a Jock.

Before he could say anything there was a loud scream off in the distance. My original plan had been to save the first person, then go on to the next, but I had taken too long. Seeing Mase and Nolan made me pause.Without hesitating i picked up Nolan bride style and ran off with him we’d have to deal with Mason later. As fast as I ran I could already tell it was too late. I could smell it   in my nose. 

We arrived at the scene. The Jocks had come and gone. Literally. There was nothing left in their wake except for clothes floating in a puddle of their cum. I sat Nolan down. He looked at me shocked, not wanting to let go.

“Don’t worry, the Jocks are long gone. At least from the woods.” I said to settle him. I walked over to the puddle. Despite the obvious smell of cum I could also detect a faint scent of detergent. In this area that only meant one thing. This dude had also been from the sanctuary as well. I had a question on my mind and the still annoying ringing in my ear., ignoring the ringing,  I backed away from the puddle and stood beside Nolan and waited.

The puddle eventually began to bubble and morph as a cum made hand shot up from the middle. then another. Finding their placing on the ground the hands pulled up a face and body that all looked like melted candle wax. As the creature continued to retrieve himself from the puddle its features started to fall into place. I’d be a liar if I say i didn’t notice his broad shoulder, juicy pecs  and washboard abs that all grew fuller as he emerged into the world, His ass was as fat as it needed to be to support the new thighs and legs he’d be sporting, and I wasn’t sure if his soft cock would ever end but it seemed 7 inches was the cut off point. By the time his feet had formed the cum puddle was completely gone. Only his former clothes  remained, which now looked comically like children’s clothing compared to him. His head snapped up in an instance and he launched himself at Nolan. However, he had completely ignored me. Jocks had a habit of doing that to other Jocks. Though it made it easier for the humans in the sanctuary to rely on Jocks for missions outside their walls. 

I grabbed the newly birthed Jock by the neck, hanging him in the air. Oh he was a real beauty to look at. He ended up handsomely in his 30’s. He did try to pull at my hand but it was useless. My body seemed to be perfectly made at handling Jocks who were my “Juniors.”  He was massive but so was I and I was in control of him. So many Jockboys wandered into my woods trying to turn into a human and I always sent them packing. Though compared to those boys this one was a bit more feral. He was acting more like an animal, than a Jock who  purposefully wanted to turn somebody.  

As he struggled, his cock grew to a hard nine inches. I let out a whistle. “Now that’s real beauty.” I held the Jock up as if showing a fish I caught to Nolan. Of  course there was that dumb ringing sound again as always. Are you folks down at the Sanctuary testing a new alarm? We get it a few Jocks started turning people, but don’t you think that’ll attract more Jocks?

Nolan shook his head fiercely, ”That’s not ours and it’s not an alarm. We’re in trouble.”

“The sanctuary? well I kind of figured but after you found up your rowdy friends–

“Not all of us are humans and jocks. This morning all the humans got a text message that said : TONIGHT. ESCAPE.”  We didn’t know what to make of it. Then around 6 this annoying sound starts blaring and most of the Jocks in the sanctuary start going crazy. And the sound wasn’t just coming from the sanctuary, it’s everywhere. There’s no place to escape the sound. Thankfully not all the jocks in town lost it and were able to help us get out.  Then  when I got to the woods I noticed Mason walking in the distance behind me. But he wasn’t acting right either. I took off and he ran after me.” Nolan shivered, “He was toying with me.”

I figured as much. Jocks had a cruel way of playing with people. With Mason’s speed he could have been on Nolan in an instant. Mr Steven’s turned back to the new Jock in his hand.

The Jock’s attention had turned back to Nolan though he still fought with my grip. Sighing I pulled him closer and stroked his twitching cock. I  aimed him at the ground in the opposite direction of Nolan. He shot once but of course I had to do more than that. If I had the time I would have simply fucked him but it seemed the sanctuary needed my help.  Holding the jock against the tree, I used my mouth to suck him off; I had been a tad hungry. It turned out to be the best choice as he passed out after I finished milking him.

With a full stomach I felt much better, my slight headache had calmed down. I carried the jock and Nolan back to my place; the Jock in my arms, Nolan holding himself on my back. We passed by where I had left Mase but the kid was long gone. I took Nolan back to my shack. 

“You’re going to leave me here?!” He shouted as I threw some of my  clothes.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking our new friend with me.”

“Bu–But you can’t just leave me!” He was scared and he had every right to be. But I couldn’t babysit him and the jock at the same time. 

“Look, I’ll need to ask this guy some questions when he wakes back up. If he goes into a frenzy you can’t be there. Besides, this is the safest place for you. This whole shack smells like me. There’s no way another Jock is going to miraculously wander here.Their mind will just blank this area out thinking there’s nothing of interest here.”

At that Nolan closed his mouth. He knew I was right. Sure, it felt like the apocalypse was coming again, but stupidly rushign off into open or unfamiliar territory was the worse thing he could do now. He slumped onto my couch and begrudgingly put on my clothes. Ater making sure he was settled I headed towards the Sanctuary.

I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t worried. The reason I didn’t live in the sanctuary wasn’t because I didn’t like humans or other Jocks. I just simply valued my space. Oftentimes I wondered If I was always like that or just who I was now. That stupid ringing in my ears. Another flash of images in my head as I carried the other Jock on my back. A teen yelling at his dad, hugging his dad. They weren’t clear at all, more like impressions. I don’t know why the teen was yelling or hugging his father, but I’m sure that teen was me.

My walking stalled. Jocks may not have been the smartest, but I could put 2 and 2 together. I had some semblance of being another person, but tonight everything was just flowing. Flowing, how adept. It was the perfect metaphor, it truly felt as if someone was fiddling with a faucet deciding when memories came into my brain and they could adjust the pressure to determine how well I could remember. 

How were the humans fairing with all the noise? Nolan seemed fine, but his attention had been justifiably centered on more pressing matters at the time. Then, I realized the other Jocks were probably the more pressing matters for all the humans. Was my morning jog crew all right, Sahid, Nash, and Jorge? Or where they are all Jocks by now? 

As I approached the Sanctuary, It was easy to spot the metal doors once all together all times of the day wide open. The sound of sex were in the air as I cautiously made my way inside. Wasn’t often I came into the Sanctuary, it was typically easier just to meet my crew outside the gate, but every now and then they’d want to invite me back to one of their homes. The inside of the Sanctuary was nothing more than a refurbished small downtown area. 

Walking down the streets was eerie. A jock on my back, not a single human, in sight but rather the sound of skin hitting skin in the distance. There used to be people staring out their windows waving as I walked down. Wishing me a happy day. Living in a city of all men couldn’t have been easy but they made it work. As I got closer to the town square, nothing more than a glorified park I began to see bodies laying in the streets. Breathing, but all clearly ripped and defined some with body hair and thickness, while others fell into a more leaner body style.

Finally I was at the park, I could see my brethren dragging the sleeping Jocks to the center of the park laying them on the grass. The Awake Jocks either had ripped clothes or barely any clothing at all.However what I was more interested in was hearing them.

“Are you guys out of breath?” I asked as a few head popped up an spotted me with smiles

“Mr. Stevens!” I heard several voices shout as Jocks came running up to me. 

“What are you doing here man?!” Blake Duval wrapped me in a massive bear hug clapping my back. Or at least tried to with the jock I had with me. He had the size of a former wrestler who never quit training stocky and solid.He lived in the sanctuary with his father, who was now several years younger than him. I looked around, not spotting Duval’s father anywhere and decided to keep my mouth shut on that topic.

“I ran into Nolan, out in the woods. He was being hunted by Mase. Said the Jocks in  the Sanctuary went crazy. I decided I’d come help out and turn off the good damn alarm!” Nolan had said the sound was coming from everywhere and he was right. No matter where my head turned I couldn’t discern the source of the noise.

“Dude, don’t you think we would have done that?” Evan Morley slinked over in nothing but a jockstrap. Pesky Evan was more like an obnoxious young brother, even at 27 but today he had a look on his face that seemed out of place and way more serious than what I was used to. Although he had stated he was a veterinarian in his previous life. “We have been fucking just about every wild Jock we could get our hands on. Not including humans they turned.”

There was a rustle on my back, as the Jock I was carrying began to awaken.

“Who the hell is this, don’t tell me you’re turning people too.” Evan stated. I reached over and playfully slapped him upside the head for saying such a stupid thing. 

“This was another guy who was being hunted in my woods. I was too late to stop the changes but Maybe he can tell us who he is?’  We waited for the jock to speak but he just looked around at us before placing his head back on my shoulder. He was disinterested. “Let’s just call him Kai for now.” I stated. 

“The humans are down by the heart of the lake. “ Salim, another Jock said as he eyed Kai. Kai’s one track mind probably didn’t notice the attention of all the other awake Jocks trained on him to see if he’d head for the lake. However there was no lake,a few streams and rivers but the lake was simply a code word for the town hall. When the Jock didn’t make a move, I could see the other relax a bit. They truly were exhausted from all the sex, I couldn’t imagine how tired their asses and cocks were.

“How can I help?” I asked.

“Well Dr. Wendell is at the science center trying to figure out what the hell is going on.” Blake stated. I didn’t wait for him to finish the rest. The good damn ringing seemed louder. Kai’s cock was getting harder against my back. It was time to go.

“Do you know who you are, kid?” 

“I think,” His voice was hoarse, “My name started with a J.” He stopped talking and sunk into his own thoughts. Not exactly the intel I was hoping to get when I took him along with me.

I took Kai and walked to their science center, which was nothing more than a repurposed furniture store. Instead of chairs and dressers the show floor now held tables and beakers along with whiteboards. I had heard the sanctuary was studying the properties of Jock’s cum but didn’t seem to amount to much now. Papers were scattered on the floor, beakers broken and tables flipped over. In the middle of madness Dr. Wendell stood scribbling furiously on a white board. Imagine a Man with the body of a personal trainer, dressed in a muscle t and short wearing a lab coat 

“Uh doc?”  He turned around, gave me a quick glance then turned away, back to writing.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but this is no time to stop. My mind is on fire. I’m remembering equations I haven’t thought of since I was in my 30’s.” He brushed by me walking to another desk to grab more papers, “Unfortunately some of our Jock citizens stormed in here trashing the place, all in the name of changing our human compatriots.” He stopped for a minute and sighed. 

“Doc please don’t tell me, this is the part where you say you science guys are behind this madness?”

Dr. Wendell chuckled, “I wish. If we were responsible for this madness, then we might have had a resolution for it. But this is beyond us. Other sanctuaries have contacted us reporting similar incidents and Jocks from outside storming them.” Then he looked up at the ceiling, “And that noise that just won’t stop. But I guess it’s not a bad thing. Since this started I’ve remembered more about myself. ” he slammed the papers he had just grabbed back on the table. “Didn’t take much to deduce it’s this blaring noises fault that some of us are crazy and others are remembering more of their past selves.”

I let Kai finally get back on his own two feet. I needed to process this on my own. I found the nearest chair and sat down. I felt like the Doc was throwing a lot at me, though perhaps I should have been able to deduce the info on my own. But even with my memories coming back I doubt I was going to gain the knowledge of being a super smart scientist. To be honest the whole night was like an annoying dream that wouldn’t end. Thought for the humans  it was probably more like a nightmare

Kai wandered towards the wide windows of the store staring out. “Uh guys I don;t remember much, but that’s definitely not normal right?”  He pointed at a beam of light that came from the sky. I rushed over to the window and the light didn’t end. The clouds appeared to keep going way past the stratosphere.

“Doc, you gotta see this.” I said but he brushed me off not looking up from his work. Then the beam of light began to expand outwards. In the dark of night everything was illuminated in a white eerie glow before becoming engulfed. Kai and I stepped away from the windows. I was fully prepared to grab Kai and the Doc and go but the light had already made the front of the store vanish.

“What in the world?” The doctor said finally looking up. 

“Doc please tell me there’s a back door,” I said, backing further into the store, but the light was spreading quicker as if erasing everything it touched from view. The doctor gave Kai and me a look that said ‘’follow me”. He ran and we were right behind him. We came outside the back entrance to the store. As Jocks it wasn’t hard to get away, but we were stunned coming into the scene unfolding before us. Multiple lights poured in from the sky touching down on the earth scattered around the sanctuary and beyond all expanding. 

And then it was white all around us.

More tales to come…

                                                                                           …Eventually