[sebbie]

Sebbie is a “mean” writer. He doesn’t intentionally set out to twist his readers’ heads in all sorts of different ways, but sometimes he ends up doing that, inadvertently. Well, maybe not so inadvertently.

Bill has gone to a lot of hero-and-villain movies. In some of these movies, the hero is captured by the villain. The villain then attempts to gain control over the hero, and then to help the villain in his wrongdoing.

An interesting way of accomplishing this involves having the villain inject the hero with a brain-controlling microchip, something that looks halfway between a little insect and a mechanical beast containing a microchip. This mechanical insect then goes in and migrates to the hero’s brain, and starts to force the hero to do the villain’s biding.

Bill is starting to think that Sebbie’s papers seem to work on him much like a mechanical insect microchip would. On first reading, these seem innocuous enough, and hardly even that sexy. Certainly they contain no descriptions or videos of raw partner sex like so many of the Internet porno sites do. The stuff Sebbie seems to like to write about seems pretty harmless and even a little boring at times.

When Bill read “Spending the night in a Cup”, something must have clicked in his head. Bill was not even aware of what was happening to him. But then he went to bed, and the funchball dream almost immediately started up.

The funchball dream plot by no means followed the plot of the “Spending the Night in a Cup” paper, not anything close. But some of the ideas contained in Sebbie’s Cup paper showed up in different contexts in the dream. It was almost as if Sebbie had inserted an insect-like microchip into Bill that then traveled into Bill’s brain and took over during sleep to then write the dream script. And here Sebbie was just having fun writing about his experiences in wearing a strap, cup and compression shorts to bed. Interestingly, a combination much like the funchball uniform in the dream, the storyline that got Bill so hot and bothered.

Bill did not quite know how to deal with all of this. He was suddenly in a strange place. He loved the funchball uniforms, all the slinky Spandex, the tight straps, the look and probable feel of a snug hard cup bearing firmly down on his penis. He was struggling to not keep thinking about all of this. Bill was in a different place now, psychologically and sexually. Sebbie had crawled into Bill’s head.

Bill knew well what he wanted to do. He wanted to go out to a real sporting goods store, a store that had a wide selection of snug-fitting compression tees and shorts all in bright-and-sexy colors. He knew maybe he couldn’t find exactly what was in the dream costumes, the triple vertical stripes in a contrasting color. Old Gold compression wear was going to be tricky to find too, but probably not Navy Blue or Steel Gray. Those would be easy.

Another issue would be to find the right strap and cup to wear underneath. Sebbie provided some guidance on that, but some of what Sebbie said is clearly out of date. This will take some serious research for sure.

Bill decided that what he really wanted to do is find the pieces he needed to look as close as possible to the male funchball players he thought were so sexy in the dream. So he decided that as soon as classes were done for the day he would take a quick trip out to the big-box sporting goods store in an effort to come as close as he could to what the guys in the funchball game were wearing.

Bill still has a potentially big problem. At some point Joe is going to see some of what he is up to, and will start asking questions about what is going on with him, which even Bill thinks has gotten bizarre. Intensely aroused guys sometimes do bizarre things. What is Bill going to say? Is Bill going to reveal to Joe why he is behaving in such an awkward way? What details does Bill tell Joe and what does he leave out? Does Bill tell anything to joe about his seemingly sudden infatuation with solo sex methods? What will Joe think once he sees the costume Bill bought? Will Joe react by angrily putting in for a different roommate concluding that Bill has suddenly gone completely “off the ranch” so to speak?

There is a lot more going on here than Bill merely needing to get his cum-stained wet dream sheets picked up in the Friday laundry pickup for sure!

These are all interesting questions and questions that surely deserve an answer. How does the shopping trip go? Does Bill find any clothing remotely similar to what he saw the funchball players wearing in the dream? My readers surely deserve answers to all of this.

But, quite frankly, I do not know the answers to any of these questions right now. I am as confused about what is happening with Bill as Joe is. Well, almost as confused. I can relate to Bill and know what Bill must be feeling right now. Sexually, Bill is being tugged in all sorts of different directions at once.

I am hoping to figure out where this is all going from here by tomorrow morning, and in the meantime you will just have to wait. At this point you think that what is about to happen is that Bill gets his funchball uniform purchased and then crawls into bed wearing it, with Joe wondering what in the world is up with his roommate.

For now, that is a good place for my readers to be. If you want to jerk off while reading all of this, that is quite OK with Sebbie and approved too, but you might need your own funchball uniform to make that work for you.

As I said at the start, Sebbie can be a “mean” writer in messing with his readers. I dare you to try keeping from reading the next episode with Bill, Joe and the new funchball uniform. I think you are having trouble staying away. Something is calling for you to read on as Sebbie is setting you up.

…….To be continued.