The drive was long and bumpy. The trunk soon became warm and I was hardly able to move inside the equipment duffle. I was dreading what was to come. The treatment at their hands so far had been horrible and I knew that there was only more of the same to come.
I had no idea why they wanted me to suffer so much, I hadn’t done anything to them in High School and they certainly had taken out their frustrations on me then. Now I was destined to be face fucked by all of them daily and maybe other team members, as well. How long could they really keep me tied up?
My fear was that it would be a long time. Even if it was only for the remainder of the season it could be almost two months – if they made it to the playoffs. What then? How could they let me go after that – after basically kidnapping me and keeping me as a prisoner?
Whatever was to come, though, I was looking forward to getting out of this car trunk and out of this equipment bag. It was stifling. The thought of being stuffed into a locker in this uniform was actually appealing to me at this point – again, I was surprised as my dick tried to get hard in the grungy hard cup. How could this be turning me on?
Eventually the car stopped and I heard the doors slam as they got out. The trunk was opened and they roughly lifted me out and dropped the bag hard on the ground before starting to drag me along. It wasn’t long before we stopped in what I knew was probably their locker room. Soon I was proven right as they struggled to get me out of the bag – the shoulder pads made it hard for them and they were more than frustrated by the time I was out. It was a much older locker room than at the other college – it had seen years of hard use. The floor was dingy tile and the lockers were rusted. I took this all in as I lay curled up on the floor.
They pulled me to my feet and cut the tape binding my ankles and wrists. They shoved me into the room where the toilets were and told me to piss if I had to. I had so little to drink in the past day that I couldn’t go, but I lingered over the urinal just to put off the inevitable for a few minutes longer. They caught on before long and manhandled me back out into the locker room where the pulled the helmet off and removed the mouth guard. I was told firmly to speak only if spoken to and to do exactly as I was told – they made it clear that it would be far worse for me if I didn’t.
They allowed me to sit on one of the benches and drink some water and eat a bag of chips before they taped the mouth guard back in place, pulled the helmet on and bound my wrists and ankles. Although I knew what was coming, I still struggled against them as they led me to a locker. They forced me inside and pushed the door closed against my shoulder pads. I cringed when I heard the lock snap shut. “Fag boy, it’s almost 5 in the morning on Sunday. We don’t have practice until Monday afternoon so get comfortable. Make a sound in there and you will regret it.” It was the team captain – the biggest asshole of them all. I hated him in High School and now my fate was in his hands completely. “We’ll put you to good use after practice, queer.”
With that I heard them leave. I was wedged tightly in the locker by the shoulder pads, but could move my arms and legs somewhat. I was in tears as I considered the fact that I would be trapped in here for over 36 hours. How the hell would I be able to survive that, let alone survive being locked up like this daily? This was more than torture it was a living hell.
I found that I was able to doze. It was uncomfortable, but not as bad as being stuffed in an equipment bag. I was startled by the sound of voices and movement in the locker room – I was hoping it was already time for their practice. At least I would be released for a while; even if it was to suck their sweaty cocks. It wasn’t them, however. It must have been a janitor because the only sounds that I heard were the sloshing of water in a bucket and the sinks running from time to time. I struggled with the thought of kicking on the locker door to get his attention and maybe get free. What could the guys do if I was released? I could go to the cops and get away from here. Why I was hesitating I don’t know, but I was glad I did. I jumped as he pounded on the locker door. “My, aren’t you a good little cocksucker all locked-up in there!” He said. “I’ll be seeing you at practice tonight, too. Had to take this job to help pay for my classes. I think you’ll be happy to see me. It’s been such a long time since the good old days in high school.”
Eventually they did come in to change for practice. They were loud and kept joking about how much they were looking forward to their “after practice stress release.” They must have all pounded on my locker door as they went out to practice. I was now anxious just to get out of this little box – I didn’t care what they were going to have me do for them anymore. In fact, by the struggle my dick was having inside the hard cup, I was eager for it.
I don’t know how long their practice was but it seemed like five minutes before they were all back – laughing and yelling. I heard the locker doors opening and slamming as they changed out of their uniforms and took showers. The thought of all those sweat-soaked jocks, pants, and pads was driving me crazy. I wanted to smell the reek of their sweat on that gear.
It quieted down and soon the lock on my door was being removed. They pulled me out of the locker and I was surprised to see only about a dozen guys – I had been expecting more. Don’t get me wrong, a dozen was enough! They were still in their sweaty practice uniforms and I could smell their strong musk – I was in heaven.
They ripped the tape off of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back and re-taped them. The helmet and mouth guard came off and I was forced to my knees. “You know what to do cocksucker. Make your teammates happy and it will go better for you!” It was the team captain. He chose the order for the guys – he would go last.
One by one I sucked their cocks until they came. Most came in my mouth; others came on my face or uniform. Most were rough and my jaw was aching by the time it was the captain’s turn. His forcefulness was not unexpected and he held my head hard to his groin, making me deep throat him repeatedly. He could have cared less that I was choking and gagging on his cock. He came deep in my throat, giving me no choice but to swallow. Once he was done he roughly pushed me to the floor; where I laid until they were all showered and dressed.
All of them but two left. Apparently they had decided that the rookies would have the responsibility to take care of me. They gave me water and a decent meal, let me piss, and wash my face. But the cum in my hair and on the uniform was to stay. Once I was done they re-taped my ankles and wrists then dragged me to another section of the locker room. This area seemed to be even older than the rest with a few different style lockers. They had larger double doors and were deeper – it seemed they were meant to store equipment rather than a team member’s clothes. The guys pulled the helmet on and buckled it tight, but didn’t put the mouth guard in. “As long as you behave and keep everybody happy, you can enjoy these little privileges. Piss us off, though, and you’ll be gagged and locked up in that little locker in no time. Understand faggot?”
I said yes and they pushed me into the locker. They put a sports bottle of water in the locker and some snacks. They slammed the doors and I heard two heavy locks snap shut. A few moments later the light from the slats in the doors went out. The locker was actually big enough for me to sit with my knees against my chest. I could reach the water and, although it was a bit if a hassle, I was able to drink from the bottle. I slept very soundly. I only woke up when I heard the janitor cleaning the next morning. This time, though, he let me out for several minutes to piss and stretch, he gave me a breakfast bar and fresh water before locking me back in the locker. All he said the whole time was, “I liked it last night queer boy – keep it up and you’ll be fine.”
The rest of the week was the same. I tried hard to make sure that they got the release that they wanted. The captain was the one that I wanted to please – he was a prick and I could tell he was waiting for me to bite him or something so he could take it out on me. I noticed that they were more brutal when they had a bad practice or when the coach yelled at them. I resigned myself to serving them like this – I figured I better get used to it – there was no other choice, really. Every time that they slammed the door shut on my locker my dick was hard.
The first weekend was brutal. They had a short practice on Saturday morning, but they left me locked up until sometime late Sunday. I had pissed myself by then and the locker reeked of it. The janitor was mad as hell that he had to clean it up and he took great pleasure in taping the mouth guard in my mouth, taping my wrist tightly, and shoving me back into the smaller locker where I stayed until their Monday practice. This was to be my fate from now on. There was no way I could hold off pissing for an entire weekend, I had barely been given time to take a crap when they let me out.
It soon became apparent to them that it was unlikely that I could survive locked up all the time. Even if it was amusing to them and fit their worldview of how their cocksucker should be treated. So things changed a little for me. They worked it out with the athletic director for me to work in the equipment room cleaning the team’s gear and getting things ready – just like I had done before. Somehow they managed to turn one of the old store rooms into a cell-like room for sleeping. As long as I kept them happy I was not locked into one of the lockers – I was allowed to sleep on a cot in that room, which was kept locked – but at least I could move around. The room was a dumping ground for all of the old, discarded uniforms and gear. It smelled of sweat and must and I loved it. They thought that they were making me suffer with all that gear, but I loved every minute of it. I was always made to wear the uniform when I was servicing them or locked-up for the night. They had rigged up a locking strap for the helmet, so I was unable to take it off myself. The uniform reeked of sweat, cum, and the pants smelled of piss. The cup was full of dried cum and piss-stained, but I wanted to wear it. I only suffered in the locker when I displeased them.
One of the guys also worked in the equipment rooms, so I was never alone enough to try to get away. Honestly, I had given up on the idea anyway. Some part of me wanted to keep servicing them and I was at home with the sweat and gear.
One day after their main practice they made me strip to the cup and tossed an old pair of nylon shorts at me to wear. They pulled me outside to the practice field and decided it would be fun to make me exercise for their enjoyment. Push-ups and wind sprints up and down the field until I was too exhausted to move – which wasn’t long as I was in no physical shape at all. This began to happen every night after their practices. They became more and more brutal in their demands and then face-fucked me even harder when I was done. I started to spend more and more time locked up in the small locker overnight for not being able to please them either out on the field or when sucking their cocks. This routine must have been the team captain’s idea because he was always grinning from ear to ear as he slammed the locker door shut and drove the lock home. The sweaty exercise, the work cleaning their gear, the cock sucking – it all got me hard as hell.
The season was winding down and soon it would be over. I had no idea what was going to happen then. In many ways I didn’t want it to come to an end – I would miss the gear, the sweaty guys and their ripe jocks. I would even miss the cock sucking. I needed to serve them.
The constant exercise had brought me into pretty good shape. I could take much of what they threw at me. I spent less time in the small locker. I constantly jacked off in my little store room – reveling in the smell of the old gear and my raunchy uniform. They had started to take me out on the field to exercise in that uniform so it was almost constantly wet with sweat.
They didn’t make the playoffs. I was expecting them to blame it on me, but that didn’t happen. The equipment guys and I spent a week cleaning up and packing away the gear for next season. Practice would start again in late summer – many months away. On the last day of my work for the athletic director the team captain and one of the other players dragged me into my little store room and closed the door.
He ordered me to strip out of my uniform pants and cup, but leave the rest of the uniform on. Before I knew what was happening the other guy was holding me face down on my cot while the team captain crawled on top of me. In all the time that they had kept me, no one had ever tried to fuck me in the ass. But now was the time. I had never had anal sex and when I realized what he was going to do I struggled to get away, but it was useless. I felt his cock on my back as he stroked it to get it hard then he drove it brutally into my ass. It felt like he was ripping a new hole as he penetrated. I screamed in pain which only made him laugh. He began to pound away and it seemed to take forever for him to cum. He didn’t bother to pull out either.
He climbed off of me laughing. “Now, you little faggot, have served your real purpose! Go ahead have at it.”
With that his buddy rammed his dick in my ass. It hurt less, but was still painful and I was in tears long before he finished. He didn’t pull out either, and my ass felt like it was overflowing with cum as he climbed off of me.
“So, cocksucker, what are we going to do with you now? With the season over it’ll be hard for us to keep you locked up in here. They’ll start to get suspicious after a while. Here’s what I think could happen. You could get a job here on campus, stay in one of the dorm rooms they set aside for the low income help, and keep me and my buddies happy from time to time. Then come practice season, you can come right back here and do what you yearn to do – serve us. We’ll make sure you are used just like these past few months; we’ll keep you in line and lock you up when you disobey. I think that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes. That’s what I need,” is all I said. Part of me couldn’t believe it, but I wanted to be here, with this gear, with their sweat, with their brutality and sucking their cocks. That’s what I wanted, that’s what I needed, and that’s all that I deserved.
“Huh. I thought so, but I can’t believe it. What a fucking faggot he is!” He turned to his buddy, “Looks like we’ll have a lot more fun with this queer! Maybe we should get him a new jersey with ‘cocksucker’ on it?”
With that they left – leaving the door open and unlocked. I stayed in that room one more night. Sleeping in the dirt stained, sweat incrusted, cum stained uniform that had become like a second skin to me. I wasn’t sure I how would make it until practice started in late summer – I would miss this gear – I needed this gear and them.