The familiar snugness of his cup and jockstrap turned into a personal hell. The ginger oil his teammates had generously applied began its fiery assault, a deep, penetrating burn that radiated from his taint to his balls. He tried to stand still, to focus on the game, but an insatiable itching joined the inferno. His face flushed with agony, adjusting his cup as the shame of having his cock and balls publicly tormented for three hours of the game sank in.















