Chance and the Knights of West Tyler
Disclaimer: This is a story request written for a friend based on him and guys he knew in high school on the football team. It is mostly fictional however and features theses themes: bondage, hazing, sock and smell fetish, sports gear worship, gay encounters.
CHANCE – The Rookie. 16
NICK – Chance’s friend and teammate, 17
DAVID – Team captain, 18
ANTHONY – Part of David’s click, 16
NATE – Part of David’s click, 17
Crazier things could happen. Chance was a skinny, shy kid who fantasized about being a football jock. As far as he knew, he was no athlete. His only connection to football was an unusual friendship with another boy, Nick, who lived down the street. The two of them would engage in innocent bondage roleplay games growing up. When Nick late joined the football team, Chance was fascinated by the look and feel of the football uniform on his handsome friend. He would beg Nick to let him suit up in his gear and get tied up. He loved the sheer, stretchy compression shirts, the padded football pants, and the armor of shoulder pads gloved by a tight jersey. There was something about the synthetic material with strong waft of body odor baked in to Nick’s well-used gear that Nick wore that made it all the sweeter.
So. On something of a dare at Nick’s behest, Chance committed to football tryouts. He wasn’t backing down.
On the big day, the coaches had Chance and the other boys running combines. He held his own. In fact, as it turned out, Chance had some untapped skills! He was fast and nimble. He got a spot on the offensive team for junior varsity. One of the assistant coaches remarked to the rest of the players the surprising potential he had. Chance caught the leers and eyerolls from some of the other players. Nick however beamed with a smile and patted him on the ass, congratulating him.
After practice, entering the locker room was intimidating. Thanks to the collection of sweaty young men crowding the old chamber, a heavy mixed aroma of body odor and mildew dominated the air. That smell turned Chance on and he knew he had to bury it deep inside. It was a battle in his rain to keep from springing wood inside his football pants.
Nick was corralling with his posse, the alpha circle of boys on the team, as they undressed from their sweaty, sticky football gear. David, the team captain, was one. He seemed to rule the roost. Flanking him and Nick were Nate and Anthony. Like Nick, the other three boys were the picture of All American young men.
Maybe he was being paranoid but Chance was sure that they were talking about him too. Perhaps the others were jealous at how surprisingly well a skinny nerd like him did on the field. Being friends though with Nick seemed to give him some cover. Nonetheless the whole situation this first day in the locker room was a bit much for Chance. He decided to skip the showers.
Chance was still excited as hell to be in possession of his very own football gear. He stuffed his football pants, jersey, socks, cleats, and sweat-soaked half-shirt in to his gym bag. He threw on street clothes and made an unceremonious exit from the locker room. On the way out, however, Nick sensed the unease and briefly interceded. “Chill, lil bro. You’re on the team. See ya, ok?” he smiled. Chance smiled back.
Later that night, as Chance was watching Netflix in bed when he got a text message from Nick. He said he was stopping by and wanted to see him suited up again in his football uniform. Chance lit up! Nick’s mind raced with the possibilities. Maybe he and Nick would play with some of the ropes he kept in his closet while tied up in gear! Chance didn’t question the random text at the late hour. He yanked off his boxer briefs, slid in to his jockstrap, and suited up in his sweaty football uniform. He didn’t have shoulder pads with him but he donned his practice jersey over a snug Under Armour compression shirt.
A few minutes later, he got another text message from Nick, with an extravenaget request. “Let’s role play, dude. Keep your window open, the rope out, and pretend to be asleep in your gear.”
The thought made Chance even more excited. He did as instructed. He sprang wood inside his tight football pants with his boner trying to pop out of the protective cup underneath his jock.
Several minutes passed. Chance pretended to be asleep, enjoying the feeling of the gear snugging his thin build while he imagined Nick having his fun with him that night. Finally he heard commotion coming through his window. Very quickly, however, he heard what sounded like whispers.
Nick apparently was not alone!
Chance started to sit up in his bed, to investigate. But it was too late!
Standing over him, now piling on top of Chance, was Nick with one of the other boys from the team, Anthony.
Chance tried to speak up but immediately something was shoved in his mouth. It didn’t taste too good either. Then Anthony quickly, fiercley wrapped duct tape around the lower half of his face to hold the gag in place. Meanwhile, Nick was skillfully hogtying Chance with the coils of white rope left out on the floor. Meanwhile, he was happily chocking on the pungent item gagging his mouth.
“Mmpphhh!” Chance groaned as the other two boys picked him up from the bed and stuffed him inside a large worn out laundry bag. They laced the end of it shut with Chance inside and carried him out the window!
“Let’s get him to the cage, ha hah,” Nick said to Anthony as Chance could tell he was deposited in the back of a pickup truck. The cage was the nick name for the team’s locker room because of all the metal cage partitions and lockers surrounding it.
During the bumpy drive on the way to the locker room, Chance struggled with the ropes and started to break out in to a hot sweat inside the bag as the taste of that gag became more familiar. It was a jockstrap, but not the usual flavor or Nick’s nutsack or his own. So he assumed the jock belonged to Anthony!
He heard partial conversation as he was being driven, something about the team captain David and the other player Nate awaiting them. The alpha gang of misfits were obviously going to have some fun with the poor rooky Chance.
Nick had tricked Chance into thinking it was going to be a private evening with his friend. Instead he was being carted off to the cage to be become his teammates’ latest bitch.
And there was nothing he could do about it, expect enjoy the moment.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Some pictures of me tied up and gagged are here: