Pre-Game Treatment

You had spent a few days under your mom's supervision since your wet dream. She had been taking careful measurements every morning and before bed each night, consisting of soft and hard shaft lengths and the "weight to tightness ratio" she had designed. The data served to test her belief in boosted testosterone and size through limited ejaculation, as well as keeping tabs on how soon before you needed a supervised release to prevent repeat messy situations in your sleep, noted by her ratio: "light and tight" meant you were low risk, "plump and loose" was a high risk situation, and you had finally hit her target this morning. Tonight was the practice game to kick off the football season so she decided that you would stay after school with her so she could get your prepped for the game. After all, it would be dangerous to send you out to play with such a full set when the whole point of her treatment was to get rid of your little problem, and having you take a stray hit would undue the few weeks she had already spent on you so far.

The day passed pretty uneventfully, besides the kiss Ross snuck you after the Pep Rally, and in no time at all you found yourself in your mom's athletic trainer's office waiting on her to show up. She had only started working at the school after the team physicals, but she had certainly fit into her new job quite well. Coach Hester raved about her and the whole team had a great deal of respect for her. You were afraid that the guys would be teasing you, but your fellow Super Seniors had pretty much put a stop to that, even after the teasing the day of the physicals. The old PT had been kind of a grumpy old lady, so your mom had been like a ray of sunshine. The whole team seemed to be playing harder, because even if they got hurt it meant that your mom would be there to treat them!

"Oh, hi sweetie! I'm glad you remembered to come by, I thought you might get too excited about the game tonight and run off with the boys to goof around." You waved her off as she gave you a hug. "Now, you know why you're here, but I've got something else for you too. It's something I had made for you to keep you safe during games, and I think it's the best way for us to make sure no more damage occurs to your penis. If we want to turn this condition around we've got to keep that little guy safe!"

She then directed you to strip and get up on her physical therapy table on all fours with your legs spread a bit apart. You were pretty familiar with her examining you at this point, but you hadn't really thought of what this "supervised release" would end up looking like until now. She pulled some latex gloves on just like she had during your physical, but this time she also pulled out a bottle of lube as she positioned herself beside the table in line with your hips.

"Okay Chris, I know you may find this odd, but think of me as just a medical professional performing a treatment, not as your mother. Believe me when I say that you're in good hands, and that I won't judge you for any sounds or movements you make, I would just ask you to not **** yourself to hold back. This is an important step in your treatment and I need to collect accurate samples to set a baseline. I may need to employ a few different strategies, so try to just relax and enjoy it!"

"Yes mom" was about all you could utter as your situation set it. It almost made you laugh, but the feel of your mother's hands on your body made you moan instead.

"See? It's not so bad, now is it? I want you to let it all out, and when we're done I think you'll feel a whole lot better. You may even play like a star tonight!"

Her hands were like magic gliding over your dick. She was being deliberate with every caress of your shaft, with every gentle squeeze of your balls, and each swirl of your tip that she did with her finger made you catch your breath! As you became erect she applied some lube to her right hand and began stroking you, her other hand continuing to massage your sack as she quietly hummed a tune. Whenever you moaned or shivered from her touch she would whisper compliments and take a chance to switch up her approach, alternating between fast strokes and firm squeezes. After about 5 minutes of bliss, you warned her that you were going to cum.

"Good job Chris! Let it go!"

As if you could do anything else but "let it go" you came as soon as she said "job." You thought you knew was it was like to blow a big load from your years of chronic masturbation, but this felt like an awakening. It felt as if you were shooting rope after rope into whatever container your mom had set on the table beneath you, and you weren't even able to understand what she was saying to you as she kept working on your penis, wrangling all she could out of you.

"Now I understand why the stain on your sheets was so big when you had your accident Chris... I'm surprised we got such a good result! I think it proves, without a doubt, that we're on the right track. I didn't even have to stimulate your prostate for you to empty yourself. Now just take a moment to collect yourself while I get this sample squared away..."

As she busied herself by washing up and stowing your sample in her fridge to send off to her lab friends you simply lay on the table in a haze. You found yourself staring at your mom as she went around the room. She really was great and you couldn't not tell her.... "Love you mom!"

"Ah, baby I love you too! And I'm so proud of you. Now if you're ready for the next part of our prep for tonight, I think it's the perfect time to get you locked in."

She presented what looked like a pretty normal football cup and what you recognized as a heavily modified chastity cage from your time on the internet. Seeing the concern in your eyes, she quickly explained that it had been custom built to pair with your cup and serve as super protection against injury while you played. The cage was like a whole sleeve designed to encompass your package, and your mom explained that being "light and tight" was really the only way to fit in.

"Now, until I feel like you can be trusted to perform your own release before games, if needed, this will be our scheduled routine on game days. I'm glad we were able to get it in one go, as you're definitely in the "light and tight" phase after that orgasm, otherwise I'd have to get a bit more inventive."

With your mom's help, you easily fit the ring around your cock and balls before she locked the cage in place with a push pin and pulled the black sheath modification over your testicles, keeping everything in one neat little package that slotted in perfectly to your new cup and jockstrap.

"Now, this is not a permanent cage nor one with a key, so you don't need to worry about removing it in the locker room after the game. If you do it right, there's a way to take the whole thing off in one inconspicuous latch press, so none of the boys will notice anything's out of the ordinary while you're getting dressed, just like how I showed you how to get away with wearing panties too. Tell me, how does it feel to wear?"

It honestly felt like nothing at all and you told your mom as much by demonstrating a few lunges and squat jumps, to her delight!

"Excellent! I knew the measurements were spot on! Let me go ahead and wrap your ankles so you can get your game pants on and head over for the team meal. I have to clean up in here then take care of the other guys after the meal so I'll see you at game time."