A Cure for White Boys

Chapter 2: A Friend in Need

A week into his treatment, Nick stood before the full-length mirror in Littleton High's workout room, observing undeniable changes. Flexing for his reflection, Nick could see more prominent veins on beefier biceps than he had had a week ago. Turning sideways, he examined his profile: a new definition in the deltoids, a slight bulge in his traps, and a plumpness to his pecs that hadn't been there before. Any pair of eyes could confirm that Doctor Carter's experimental treatment was delivering the cocky quarterback what he'd been promised.

More importantly, Nick felt unstoppable during practice since starting the treatment. His reactions were quicker, his throws were more precise, and his sprints were faster. The coaches had started commenting on his improvements, wondering aloud how one of their best players could be getting even better.

However, these physical enhancements came with a tradeoff that was becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. Every morning, when the newly-locked white boy awoke, the rigid bars of the chastity cage would dig into the sensitive flesh of his swollen member as it painfully throbbed and pathetically begged to be released from its confines. Only one thing was worse than the constant ache Nick now felt in his backed-up balls: the blow to his ego he experienced every time he reached down in a desperate attempt to find some relief, only to be reminded yet again that he was no longer in control of his own manhood.

It was with all these thoughts swirling in his head that Nick had entered the school's workout room for a morning session, hoping a rigorous workout would distract him. The room was quiet, the early hour granting him solitude. Pushing through a set of bench presses, Nick tried to redirect his focus from the worries in his mind and the ache in his backed-up balls and onto the weight in his hands.

However, as Nick racked the weights and sat up -- his luscious locks of thick, dark hair slick with sweat -- he sensed a sudden presence at the door. Whipping his head in that direction, Nick spotted the tall, Nordic figure of Adrian leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching Nick with his clear blue eyes.

"Hey, Adrian. You're up early," Nick called out, trying to sound nonchalant despite his uneasiness.

"Couldn't sleep," Adrian began in a casual tone, walking over to join his teammate. "You know, Nick, you've been looking a lot sharper on the field lately. What's your secret?"

Nick stiffened, the question hitting too close to home. Just as Adrian had withheld the information about Doctor Carter's performance enhancement treatment from him, he had no intention of letting Adrian know he now had his own secret weapon -- especially considering it came with a secret shame between his legs.

"Just trying to keep up with you, bro!" Nick replied, trying to laugh it off. "Nothing special, just putting in the work."

Adrian nodded, but his expression remained skeptical. "Sure, sure. It's just... you seem different lately. Not just stronger, but like you're... on edge," he said, giving Nick a knowing smirk as he spoke those last couple of words.

Nick forced another laugh, brushing off the concern with a shake of his head. "Just focused on the game. Gotta keep up if I want to make it in college, right?"

Adrian held his gaze for a moment longer before giving Nick a nod and finally backing off. "Yeah, definitely. Keep it up, bro," he said, giving Nick a pat on the back and turning to start his own workout.

Nick watched Adrian head to the weight racks, thinking it was time to call his own workout a day. The exchange with Adrian, brief as it was, had unsettled the normally confident quarterback. He grabbed his towel and headed to the locker room, his mind replaying Adrian's probing questions.

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The hot water in the locker room shower felt soothing against Nick's well-worked muscles, but the sense of relief was fleeting. No sooner had the water started to cascade down his fit, fair-skinned body than had his little white dick started to stiffen and strain against the confines of its tiny steel prison once more.

Instinctively, Nick's hands went down to his desperate dick. He gave the base ring a futile tug with one hand, again confirming that the Black doctor had gotten it on so tight that it barely moved at all. With his other hand, his fingers traced up and down the contours of the cage, trying to give some kind of sensation to the flesh that swelled in between each bar.

Nick bucked his hips as he let out a frustrated groan. As an 18-year-old high school senior, Nick had scarcely gone a single day without getting off at least once before Doctor Carter had locked the "penile-restrictive device" in place. Now, every attempt to stroke himself only seemed to put the horny white boy more and more on edge as release was once again denied to him.

Completely absorbed in another pitiful attempt to pleasure himself, the football jock tuned out his surroundings and called up some of his "go-to" memories for getting off: his ex-girlfriend, Felicity, giving him a handjob beneath the bleachers... Felicity going down on him in her parents' hot tub last Christmas... Felicity's sister spreading her legs for him in that same hot tub New Year's Eve...

He was close this time, he had to be...

Just another few minutes...

Bucking his hips...

Tugging at the ring...

Rubbing at the bars --

The curtain to Nick's shower stall was suddenly thrown wide open, snapping the pathetically cage-tugging jock back to reality. There stood Adrian, towel cinched carefully around his waist, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes immediately zeroed in on Nick's crotch.

"I fucking knew it!" Adrian exclaimed.

"What the fuck, Adrian?!" Nick barked, frantically grasping at the towel he'd hung just outside the shower stall, his fair skin turning beet red as he felt Adrian's gaze taking in his private shame. Trying to regain some control as he got the towel wrapped around the waist, Nick added, "It's not what it looks like!"

The blond jock chuckled. He took a step back and -- glancing around to make sure they were still alone in the showers -- casually dropped his own towel. "I think I know what it looks like, bro."

The body Adrian had on display provided a testament to the effectiveness of Doctor Carter's treatment. With bulging biceps, meaty pecs, and thick muscular thighs, the blond and blue-eyed stud looked almost like a Norse god. Yet, rather than "Thor's hammer" hanging impressively between his legs, Adrian had exactly the same thing as Nick: nothing but a sad white worm in a tiny steel prison.

"You should have just told me you were also one of Doctor Carter's boys," Adrian said with a chuckle, his tone light but carrying a hint of reproach.

"Just get out of my goddamn way," Nick snapped back, pushing past his teammate.

Adrian turned to watch Nick go, a devious idea forming as he caught sight of the gorgeous globes of the handsome hunk's beautiful butt. "Nick, wait," Adrian said, trying to sound sympathetic as he spoke. "Has Doctor Carter recommended anything yet to help with the, uh, 'side effects' you were just trying to deal with?"

Nick stopped his retreat from the showers, cautiously turning back to his teammate. Did Adrian actually know how he could get the release his locked cock was craving?

Too proud to admit to any kind of weakness, the headstrong stud shook his head. "Hasn't really been an issue," he lied, his steady gaze meeting Adrian's own, as if daring him to say anything else about the "side effect" he'd just seen Nick trying to deal with.

"Well, if it does become an issue, maybe I can help you out?" Adrian said, his voice carrying a tone of camaraderie Nick had never heard from him before. "My folks are out of town for a few days," he added. "Swing by my place and I'll show you some tips."

Nick eyed Adrian warily, suspicion brewing. The idea that Adrian could help him with this particular "side effect" was appealing, but Nick had never known his teammate to be someone to lend a helping hand. This had to be a ploy for Adrian to discover his vulnerabilities, right?

"I'll think about it," Nick replied noncommittally.

"Come on, Nick. We're in this together now, right?" Adrian said, his caged cock still hanging out freely in the open as he stepped into his own shower stall and pulled the curtain closed behind him.

Nick took this as his opportunity to finally exit the showers. Adrian's words lingered in his mind as he finished up in the locker room, the cage on his cock now feeling tighter than ever. Adrian's offer to help with the side effects was compelling, but Nick didn't know if he could really trust his competition...

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Following their tense exchange in the locker room that morning, the atmosphere between Nick and Adrian during football practice after school was charged with a new layer of tension.

Nick, energized by Doctor Carter's treatment, felt a surge of power and agility that he hadn't experienced before. Each throw was sharper, each sprint was faster, and his confidence soared with every successful play.

Yet, despite his enhanced performance, Nick quickly noticed that Adrian was not just "matching" his level of play -- he was exceeding it. His blond teammate's movements were fluid and explosive, demonstrating a finesse that seemed almost effortless.

Each tackle dodged or remarkable catch made by Adrian ignited a spark of quiet rage inside Nick. Now that Nick was also taking Doctor Carter's treatment, there was no reason why he shouldn't be the best again.

Could it be because of the "side effects" he was dealing with? Nick had to admit the constant ache in his nuts, random throbs in his cock, and the overall haze of sexual frustration was not doing him any favors.

Whatever the reason for it, Adrian still outshining him on the field was something the arrogant quarterback simply could not abide.

The whistle blew, signalling the end of practice. While other players clapped each other on the back and headed for the showers, Nick's mind was busy plotting. Adrian must have something else up his sleeve giving him an even greater edge. Whether that really was a way of dealing with "side effects" or something else entirely, Nick knew he deserved to have it for himself.

"Hey, about your offer," Nick started, approaching his teammate as they packed up their gear. "I think I could use your help, after all."

Adrian looked up, his pale features forming a friendly grin as the wheels of his own plan were set into motion. "Sure thing, bro," Adrian responded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Just swing by my place later tonight."

"Looking forward to it," Nick replied, flashing Adrian his trademark killer smile even as his eyes were sharp with his own ulterior motives.

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Nick tapped his foot impatiently after he rang Adrian's doorbell, his sharp glances towards the door making it clear that he believed the great Nick Townsend should never have to wait for anyone. The chill of the evening crept through the fabric of his letterman jacket, but it was the annoyance of each minute that passed that prickled the arrogant quarterback's skin more than the chill.

After the third time Nick pounded on the door in as many minutes, Adrian finally swung it open, soaking wet and clad in only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. With water droplets glistening along the chiselled contours of his alabaster skin, his increasingly buff physique looked even more impressive now than it had in the locker room earlier that day.

"What took you so long?" Nick asked, his irritation obvious until he recalled his plan to play the part of a friend in need. "This a bad time?" he added, affecting a more casual tone of voice.

Adrian shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as stepped back to let Nick come in. "Nah, you're good, bro. I was just in the hot tub out back," he explained. "A good soak really helps with the 'pressure' down there, you know?" he added, gesturing to Nick's crotch rather than his own.

As Nick stepped inside, Adrian closed the door behind him with a casual swing. The interior of his home was warm, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. "You wanna give it a go?" he asked, his tone easy and inviting.

"Didn't bring my swimsuit," Nick replied absentmindedly, distracted by his own thoughts as he filed away what Adrian had already let slip about how he was managing the side effects.

Adrian laughed good-naturedly. "Come on, bro. No need!"

Without missing a beat, Adrian dropped his towel just as nonchalantly as he had in the locker room. Once again, he stood bare-assed and cock-locked in front of his teammate without a hint of modesty about it. "This way," Adrian added, leaving the room without waiting for Nick to follow.

Quickly springing into action to follow his teammate, Nick's uneasiness grew as the hot tub became visible through the sliding doors leading onto the back patio.

"You got a pair of swim trunks I could wear?" Nick asked, forcing a light tone into the question despite the dread he felt growing in the pit of his stomach at the idea of exposing his privates as publicly as Adrian was.

Adrian glanced back over his shoulder. "It's really no big deal, Nick. Just leave your clothes by the patio door and join me for a quick dip," he replied with an easy confidence. "I mean, it's not like you have anything to be embarrassed about, right?"

Nick stiffened, sensing a challenge in his teammate's words. If he refused, he knew he'd be admitting to a weakness he dared not let Adrian in on.

"Yeah, you're right... No big deal," Nick said, rolling his shoulders back to convey his usual bravado.

Nick met Adrian's eyes with a steady gaze, letting his teammate know that he wouldn't be intimidated. He confidently took off his letterman jacket and peeled off his shirt, revealing a canvas of fair white skin stretched over a muscular frame of broad shoulders and prominent pecs tapering down to his trim waist. Even as he felt his heart hammering in his chest at the idea of exposing his private shame, Nick didn't hesitate before undoing his jeans, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, and pulling down his pants and boxers together.

Naturally, the cock-locked jock's first instinct was to cover his crotch, feeling deeply emasculated by just how pitiful his little white dick looked in its current condition. Nevertheless, he resisted the urge, straightening his stance and affecting an air of nonchalance as he forced his arms to hang loosely at his sides. Showing weakness was something that Nick Townsend simply did not do.

To Nick's relief, Adrian seemed completely unfazed. There was no hint of judgement in his eyes or teasing comment from his lips, seeming to accept Nick's bare body and caged cock as the most natural things in the world.

"Let's hop in," Adrian commented, gesturing for Nick to follow him outside as he opened the sliding door. "You'll see, the warm water really does wonders for that ache in your nuts from the constant blue-balling," he continued casually.

Nick glanced outside furtively, wanting to ensure that the high fence and dense evergreens would provide privacy from the prying eyes of Adrian's neighbors -- the thought not even crossing his mind that there might be someone else watching from inside Adrian's home.

Nevertheless, believing himself to be in a safe space, naked Nick stepped outside to follow Adrian. As he did so, the cool outside air wasted no time reminding him of his current state -- not just from its prickling touch against every inch of the well-muscled flesh he had on display, but also from how the chill instantly worked its way into the steel cage pressed against his most prized body part. Nick held his head high and followed Adrian with his usual confident strut, trying not to think about how much the shivering white worm between his legs was shrinking in response to the ice-cold touch of its prison bars.

As he slid into the steaming hot tub alongside Adrian, Nick's chastity cage seemed to hold onto the cold a moment longer, its primary purpose clearly being to keep the macho quarterback's little white dick in as much discomfort as possible. Nevertheless, submerging himself up to his shoulders, Nick felt the warm water working its magic, bringing a soothing effect to every corner of his body, vanquishing the cold in his cage, and -- just as Adrian had promised -- introducing a much-needed relief to the ache in his backed-up balls.

"So, Nick," Adrian started, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Just how did you end up as one of Doctor Carter's boys, anyway?"

Nick's eyes darted briefly as he thought up a lie to tell his teammate. "He came up to me after our last game. I thought he was a scout for a college team, but he started telling me about his treatment instead," Nick replied, flashing his winning smile and casually running his hand through his dark, luscious locks as he met Adrian's gaze.

Adrian's expression shifted subtly. "Our last game, huh? Weird that I didn't see him."

No stranger to deception, Nick's face remained serene as Adrian tried to catch him in his lie. "Don't know what to tell you, bro," Nick said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe he didn't want you to know he was checking up on your progress."

Adrian gave a slight nod. "Yeah, maybe..."

Not wanting to give Adrian a chance to scrutinize his claim more closely, Nick spoke again before silence filled the air: "How'd you get started on the treatment?"

"Oh, my brother hooked me up," the blond jock casually replied. "I guess Doctor Carter's organization wants to do a family study or something? He said me and Jack were exactly what he was looking for."

Nick's mind called up the image of Adrian's brother, a figure he remembered with both admiration and envy. Jack Thorsson was a legend at Littleton High, the undeniable star of the team when Nick and Adrian had been juniors still learning how to throw a football.

Had Jack been taking Doctor Carter's treatment when he was playing? Is that how he was so good? The idea that Adrian might reach or even surpass Jack's level of talent gnawed at Nick, intensifying his already fierce competitiveness. Whatever Adrian was doing to optimize Doctor Carter's treatment, this reminded Nick that he couldn't possibly let him have it all to himself.

"So, this is your secret to handling the side effects, huh?" Nick ventured, nodding towards the swirling water.

Adrian took a moment to consider his words. "It's part of it," he said, his tone evasive. "It really helps with that constant ache in your nuts, you know?" he added, looking away to avoid Nick's probing gaze as he spoke.

Nick could tell there was more to it than Adrian was letting on. His instincts told him that Adrian was holding back, trying to protect whatever gave him his competitive edge.

"Yeah, for sure," Nick said, keeping up a facade of friendly conversation. "But, come on, bro. This is just a hot bath. You gotta be doing something more than this, right?" he pressed.

Adrian shifted uncomfortably. His hand went down to his chastity cage, fiddling with its base ring absentmindedly before he spoke. "It's... Well, it's complicated," he said, meeting Nick's gaze with a faraway look in his eyes.

Nick's mind raced, his competitive nature flaring up. His teammate's evasion only fueled his determination to uncover every secret -- to unearth every advantage Adrian might hold and take it for himself. "Try me," he challenged, his voice firm.

Adrian sighed, a flush of embarrassment coming over his pale skin. "It's just... Well, Nick... It's --"

"Got room for one more?"

Both football jocks turned their heads, the mystery of what "complicated" secret caused even someone as confident as Adrian to blush and stutter left hanging in the air as they looked to the source of the unexpected interruption.