Aaron was a gym rat, spending almost all of his free time pumping iron and lifting weights. It was something all his frat brothers always joked about, even getting him a jockstrap with the word 'Addicted' on its back. Aaron laughed at the humor, beginning to wear it to the gym off and on. But, as he wore it more often, he began to feel something strange deep in his rear, a need that that couldn't be ignored. An itch that wouldn't go away.
While Aaron was changing one time, another man in the locker room noticed. "Addicted to what, eh?" He asked, running his hand along Aaron's exposed ass. Aaron would have pushed the man away, shocked, but something kept him there. Sparks spread from the man's touch, rooting Aaron to the ground as arousal suddenly surged through his body. Aaron pushed into it, letting the man's fingers enter his crack, letting them reach his hole and begin to toy with it. Gasps escaped Aaron's breath as shivers traveled up his spine.
"You need it, don't you?" The man whispered as he continued to tease Aaron's hole. Aaron could only nod in response, the desire for more burning inside him. Without hesitation he followed the stranger to the showers, letting himself be bent over in the stall. In a moment the stranger was in, forcing Aaron against the wall with each thrust. Each time Aaron felt his spot hit. He loved every second, moaning and writhing in pleasure until he felt a tingling sensation start to build. It grew to the point he couldn't take it anymore, and with a final grunt he shot his load, painting the wall in front of him with his cum, leaving it to drip down the side.
From then on, the jockstrap became the only thing Aaron would wear in the gym. He began spending longer in the locker room, waiting, hoping for someone to use him. He didn't care how long it took, loving each time he was dominated. It didn't take long for his brothers to realize what Aaron was really addicted to. Soon it was the only thing Aaron would wear in the Frat house, a boy meant to be fucked.