David and the Dawg Pack

Authors note: I am striving to deliver a vivid story and appreciate any feedback after you’ve read. I hope you enjoy!

Boyishly attractive David Prusa was preoccupied while he navigated the quiet, late night streets of the small town. He had one thought on his brain. Who was the mysterious teammate that fooled around with him inside the locker room. The young athlete had been tied down, gagged, and blindfolded as a stranger fondled his dick and nearly brought him to orgasm. Instead of focusing on his first day of hockey practice tomorrow, this was his mind’s obsession.

He still had the worst case of blue balls, too. He felt guilty for it, wondering if being stimulated by the situation meant he was gay. He obviously enjoyed the torment on some level.

After a few more minutes of walking, he came upon the Schmitzel Boarding House, a large Victorian era home on Maple Street. He found a note on the front door addressed to him that invited him inside where he’d find his room key, room #4, with directions to head upstairs. Once inside the hallway, he saw a square board on the wall with a grid of hooks that held room keys. Only his key and room #6 were still on the hooks. He grabbed his key and went upstairs.

His room was small and sparse with a basic cot bed in the corner. On top of the mattress were fresh sheets and a towel. He found the bathroom right away so he could take a piss and was surprised to see a smattering of pubic hair collected on the tile floor. It was a shared bathroom so he figured it was his suitemate. It certainly reminded him of his previous ordeal at the hands of his new teammates. It was an odd coincidence.

It was late and time for bed but David had to rub one out. Like any healthy, male teenager that wasn’t uncommon for him. This time, though, he was desperate. He had to relieve those blue balls. As he laid down in his cot, he pulled down his underwear and started to masturbate. He found himself, oddly, racing through images of his teammates as he jacked off, trying to land on which one took advantage of him while he was tied down to the sports table. He couldn’t help himself. The teenager’s newly found homoerotic, kinky urges were stronger than the guilt he felt for fantasizing about other boys. When he ejaculated, he shot his semen so high it almost hit the wood paneled ceiling. With that, David fell fast asleep.

The next morning, the boarding house was a madhouse of young players stomping around in various states of dress, mostly in their underwear. He headed downstairs for the breakfast table, sleepy eyed with a severe case of bed head, his thick bush of brown hair mopped over his face as he flung it back. 

He met the owners of the boarding house, Harry and Gayle Schmitzel, in their sixties, who seemed kind enough but somewhat indifferent to all the commotion from the young, male athletes running about the home. He learned that Harry was a former hockey player himself and a retired carpenter while Gayle was a retired teacher. They’d been housing members of the Port Duncan Bulldogs hockey team for years. They must have been used to the rowdy atmosphere, even so early in the morning such as this.

Carson, aka Chucky Cheese, and David’s nemesis, Carl, aka Stink Boy, were already at the table slurping down cereal, and seated shirtless in their boxers. They were in the middle of a burping contest and calling each other faggots. They cracked jokes about David’s “late night date” with Spence and wondered how it went as they laughed it up. The implication struck David curiously.  He wondered if one of them was putting on an act, playing innocent, to deflect from the truth of what really happened. Could one of them be the assailant? They also told him to mention when he got a case of “swamp crotch” as they laughed some more, high fiving each other. David wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but ‘whatever’ he thought.

Finally, a kinder face came downstairs, Kenneth, who sat next to David, full of energy. “Surprised you’re so perky, ‘Pug,’ you got in kind of late,” Carson said. Kenneth ignored him and began conversation with David.

“Hey man, I’m sorry about last night but the guys wouldn’t let me out of their sight. I came later and you were gone. Did Spencer untie you?” Kenneth asked David in a quiet voice.

David looked at his face and wondered if it was a sincere question. Circumstantially, he should be suspect #1 but he gave the friendly teammate the benefit of the doubt because he was the only nice boy thus far, outside of Spencer.

“Yea, he untied me,” David smiled, eating his waffles and a banana.

Two of the other new rookies showed up next to the breakfast table. They were Jake Wiebe and Jimmy Jensen. Both of them were 18, fresh out of high school, like David, but cocky, arrogant chumps. They happened to be best friends, both played defense, and were inseparable. The young men were modestly framed but all muscle and tough kids. Jake was strikingly handsome with a boyishly masculine face and dreamy, big blue eyes. Jimmy was blonde with dimples and had a broey swagger about him. They trotted down the stairs like they were hot shit. 

They huddled around David for a moment while they fixed their meal and chatted about last night. They said they heard about what happened to David. Since they weren’t “nut jacked” like him, they probably felt they were immune to the team’s abuse. Not wanting to take any chances, though, the duo proudly admitted to David they voluntarily shaved their own genitals last night. Remembering the pubes on the tile floor, David now knew which boys he shared a bathroom with. They must have roomed together? The thuggish, young pair laughed about dodging a bullet and teased David about taking one for the rookie squad.  

Later that morning…

Once they were back in their musty locker room, as the boys suited up for the day, David journeyed over to his nemesis, Carl, and did something that surprised him and the others that watched. David returned his dirty jockstrap. It was a token of respect, really, and a way to show that David was unphased by the hazing. Carl looked somewhat impressed but didn’t really want to show it. He grabbed the foul, odor infested jock-strap in a nonchalant manner while the rest of the Dawg Pack took note and nodded with smiles, approving of the move. Carl snapped back at them, “He’s still a pip squeak rookie. He’s got more coming to him.”

The last rookie to make the cut, Jaxsen Beamin, 17, appeared in the locker room with this hockey bag in tow, having just been dropped off by his mom. The kid was even scrawnier and smaller than David, an innocent looking youth. He happened to be a town local so he lived at home with his parents. David could see that the boy, similar to him, wasn’t the brash loud type and looked intimidated to be in the new environment. David made a point of saying hello and introducing himself.

At the opening of practice, David’s first performance as a team member wasn’t too impressive on the ice. He was still wrestling with the big question, who was the perpetrator? Which teammate, skating with him, was the one who basically gay raped him the night before? It was such a preoccupation that Coach Zarco chastised him for having his head in the clouds when it should be on the ice. The rest of the team, particularly the members of the Dawg Pack clique, laughed.

“Sorry Coach,” David apologized to Zarco.

What really pissed David off was the sight of fellow rookies Jake and Jimmy joining in on the laughter. They were so damn cocky. They even tried to get Jaxsen to join in but he wasn’t participating and focused on the drills.

The young man quickly found his concentration and got back in the game. Ultimately, David played like the young hotshot he was, showing his skills as a flawless, speedy right wing. Over the remainder of the practice, Captain Nick and the Dawg Pack seemed to throw praises his way and acted friendlier. While Carson was up to his usual antics, playfully “cup checking” the other rookies, he even left David alone in the cruel hazing.

In fact, the crew invited David to join them for pizza and beers that night at Captain Nick’s pad. He was being accepted into the circle. David felt more confident.

After the grueling first practice, he stripped down from his bulky hockey gear. When he slipped out of his hockey girdle the young man suddenly realized what Carson and Carl meant by “swamp crotch.” His groin was unusually warm and soaked. Having a hairless scrotum baking between your legs after a workout made your nuts sweat even more.

The team’s assistant and sports trainer, the nerdish cute Spencer, walked by David as he collected dirty towels from the lockers and benches. He noticed that the young player had the embarrassing, sweating problem down there. He handed him a fresh towel with a sheepish gesture. The two boys exchanged awkward glances, recalling the predicament of last night perhaps.

Jaxsen eagerly came over to David and told him that he and the other rookies had been invited to the Captain’s apartment for beers. Suddenly, David didn’t feel as special anymore, but nonetheless he liked Jaxsen so he was happy at least for his invite. He wasn’t looking forward to Jake and Jimmy, however, who would likely engage in more asshole behavior, joining in with the older boys.

Later that evening…

The Dawg Pack crew was gathered at Captain Nick’s home. He had an apartment that was situated above a recently shut down tractor repair shop. It was the quintessential bachelor pad. Cans of empty beer and pizza boxes were spread across the coffee table centered between two old, trashed out couches.

The players sat on them with their socked feet propped up, guzzling more cold brew. David was shoved in-between Carson and Carl who were once again engaged in a burping contest, scratching their nuts, legs sprawled on the couch. David looked and felt out of place with the two Neanderthal studs flanking him.  Aiden and Denny sat with Kenneth on the other couch who all just shook their heads at the ridiculous vulgar braggadocio invested over who burped the loudest.

Nick was holding court, telling stories and encouraging the bros to drink up, the night was young. David noticed the other rookies still weren’t there and finally asked if they were coming.

“Oh, they’re already here,” Aiden and Denny laughed.

“What do you mean, where?” David asked.

“That’s right, fellas, we’ve been neglecting our other special guests. Young Prusa is entitled to see them, don’t you think?” Nick laughed.

The rest of the Dawg Pack chuckled, even Kenneth a little.

The six boys walked downstairs and entered the abandoned repair shop through a rusty metal door. Nick had free roam of the place and it was basically like an extension of his home. The greasy shop was all his. The smell of dirt, oil, and oddly, body odor, hovered in the air.

When David and the Dawg Pack rounded a corner, standing before them were the three young rookies; Jake, Jimmy, and Jaxsen. The trio had been stripped naked. They were bound and gagged.

All three of the teens were forced to stand in a degrading predicament; their hands bound over their heads, tied with ropes to a heavy metal beam running across the ceiling which stretched out their arms and torsos. They were roughly three feet apart from each other with their legs tightly spread apart; their ankles tied with rope to various machinery bolted into the concrete floor.

They almost looked like kidnapped sex slaves embarrassingly on display at an auction. “Mmmphhhh!” all three of the rookies whimpered in their gags, totally humiliated, looking at the Dawg Pack with their helpless eyes. Their mouths were duct taped shut.

To the left was young Jaxsen, who was clearly treated to the same fate David endured the night before. His genitals were freshly shaven as evidenced by the carved razor trails of shaving cream on his smooth pubic skin.  A big bowl of water smattered with shaving cream residue and removed bits of pubic hair was on the ground between his legs. It must have been a humiliating experience for the boy as his whole body was still beet red with shame.

In the middle was Jake and to the right was Jimmy. Since they had already shaved themselves, they had received different treatment and it wasn’t pleasant to witness. Hot water bottles, filled to the max, had been tied to their scrotums and dangled like heavy pendulums between their legs, pulling down their nuts. They looked like they were in agony, their faces sweating bullets. Their bodies quivered. Jake’s intense, beautiful eyes were as wide as sand dollars.

David also noticed that Jake and Jimmy had been treated to the infamous “gas mask.” Carl “Stink Boy’s” rancid jockstrap was masked over Jake’s face. His smelly protective cup had been removed and was taped over Jimmy’s nose. 

David’s teammates huddled around him, their hands on his shoulders, stating how lucky he was to have been through the wringer already. Now he could enjoy the view from the VIP section. He realized he enjoyed it, too. Perhaps David discovered he had a bondage fetish.

Carson picked up a balled up smelly sock that had been lying on the floor, he soaked it with beer from his can so it weighed down more.

“Pitcher on the mound, eyes on the plate,” Carson narrated as he adjusted his ballcap backwards, looked side to side, nodded, and raised his leg. He was imitating a baseball pitcher on the mound about to throw the ball.

Carson then threw the soaked sock ball towards Jake’s direction. The ball traveled fast and straight, hitting solidly the hot water bottle dangling from Jake’s nuts.

POP!!

“MMMMPPHHHH!” Jake cried out in pain as the hot water bottle swung back from the force of the sock ball slamming against it. It began to sway back and forth. The rookie jerked, and throttled about like crazy.

Nick, Aiden, Denny, and Carl loudly hollered in admiration for Carson, slapping him on the ass for a job well done.

Aiden was next “on the mound” taking another socked ball, soaking it with beer, and aiming for Jimmy this time. He missed the first time but on a second shot, hit the hot water bottle sending poor Jimmy similarly into a flight of pain as he wailed loudly though his gag.

Each of the Dawg Pack, even Kenneth, got their turns throwing balled up socks at Jake and Jimmy, as they drank more beer and passed the time with great laughter. The cocky rookies were being reduced to whimpering, teary eyed messes.

Young Jaxsen was being spared the cruel game but was forced to watch the action, tied up next to the fellow newbies.

Nick handed one of the retrieved sock balls to David and invited him to participate in the game. He was one of them now. David tried to pass on it, opting instead to just drink more beer and watch. He didn’t have the heart to haze his fellow rookies, although it happened to be Jake and Jimmy the arrogant shitheads. Kenneth, who was pretty drunk at this point, egged him on as well, not taking no for an answer.

Finally, Carl was the most convincing. He half joked, “Which team are you on, bro? You’re either pitching, or your ‘catching’. I’m happy to tie you next to your buddies and we’ll take our turn on you, ha hah.”

With that, young David succumbed to the peer pressure and took his position, holding the sock. He threw it, aiming for Jake, naturally. He was successful in hitting him on the first “pitch” sending Jake into more fits of pain, groaning through his gag. The teammates patted him on the back and encouraged him to get Jimmy next, and so he did.

Aiden and Denny took some video of the moment with their cell phones.

David and the boys drank more beer down in the repair garage, leaving the rookies trussed up and helpless. An hour or so later, though, Kenneth was sloshed. He was a lightweight the others laughed. They said he should call it a night since practice comes early.

David offered to make sure Kenneth got back home safely. Before he left, though, he asked the teammates to take pity on young Jaxsen. After all, he was the one rookie who didn’t try to cheat his shaving initiation.

“Yea, good point. And local boy probably has to get home before mommy and daddy wonder what happened to junior,” Carson agreed with a laugh.

Nick and Carson helped David untie Jaxsen from the ceiling and released his ankles from the ropes. The kid was exhausted, almost falling to the floor, but managed to stay tough. David peeled off the duct tape from his mouth and Jaxsen spit out a disgustingly saliva soaked sock.

While Jake and Jimmy remained tied up, they helplessly watched as Jaxsen was restored his dignity and put on his clothes. As he pulled the underwear over his crotch, looking down at his shaved groin, David remarked with a smile to him, “Don’t worry. It grows back!” The others roared with laughter at the irony of young David repeating the phrase from last night.

“Wait up, let’s make sure you’re not injured, sport,” Carson said, expressing concern as he wanted to check out Jaxsen.

Instead, he did a sneak attack “cup check,” racking the rookie in the scrotum. Jaxsen yelped, “Oww!” and keeled over.

“Yup! We didn’t severe any nerves down there!” Carson chuckled as he playfully ruffled young Jaxsen’s hair and slapped him on the ass. He handed him a beer and told him to down it on the way home, doctors’ orders.

Jaxsen helped David bring Kenneth to his feet who was so drunk that he couldn’t stand easily himself. As they left Nick’s building, Jaxsen offered to lend a hand back to the boarding house even though it was the opposite direction from his parent’s house. David insisted he was fine. He had ulterior motives, though, in being alone with Kenneth. Having him drunk, he wanted to interrogate subversively about last night and find out if he was “the one”.

Jaxsen and David fist bumped and parted ways. David threw Kenneth’s arm around his shoulder and helped him with the walk back to the boarding house.

Kenneth was rather ridiculous, even sloppy, as he rambled with slurred speech about random things. Mostly it was praise and admiration he was giving David, such as how tough a kid he was for putting up with the bullshit.

“I’ll admit, it was kind of fun playing the game, having to be brave I guess. What was it like for you?” David asked.

“Oh, hella fun, ya ya,” Kenneth said slurring his speech. “Especially tormenting you with you know,” he continued but caught himself and stopped.

“Tormenting me how, ha hah,” David wanted to know, provoking him on for a truthful answer.

“Ya, razor. The razor,” Kenneth mumbled. “And if want, man. Shave me. Shave my nuts!!” he suddenly yelled in a drunken slur.

Back at the boarding house, David helped him grab his key. Room #6. Room #6? As they walked up to Kenneth’s room, he remembered that the only other key on the grid last night was #6. Kenneth was the only one not home when David returned!

As far as he was concerned, David just discovered who the mysterious teammate was. Kenneth was “the one” who fondled him!

David laid Kenneth down on to his bed. He pulled off his beat up pair of Vans sneakers, getting a whiff of the warm, pungent foot smell that radiated from Kenneth’s sweaty socks. Knowing now that Kenneth was indeed the one who got sexual with him, he didn’t hesitate to strip him out of his clothes. He unbuttoned the drunken boy’s blue jeans and slid them off his nice legs. David was taken aback by the slight chubby that had formed inside Kenneth’s boxer briefs. He was aroused. He went further, pulling off his t-shirt so he could admire Kenneth dressed down to his underwear. The young man was fit and smooth with a hint of washboard abs.

He was so tempted to reach for his erection, wanting to give in to his raging teenage hormones. In fact, David was getting a boner himself. Turnabout was fair play, right? But he restrained himself considering how drunk Kenneth was, feeling more honorable perhaps than Kenneth was to him in his feeble state last night. Still, though, he wasn’t angry with Kenneth. He was filled with curiosity and attraction.

Young David took off his own t-shirt and lied next to Kenneth, edging up close to his body, their bare chests pressing against one another. He could smell the beer hops on Kenneth’s breath as he kind of lied there, half passed out. He looked down at his underwear and raised the waistband a few inches to have a peek. Kenneth seemed to grow even harder, perhaps a reflexive response since he wasn’t totally coherent? The boy’s dick was beautiful with a nice nest of pubic hair surrounding it and his balls. David licked his lips, placing his fingers over them so the tips of his fingers were coated with his saliva. He reached down with that hand and lightly closed the tips of the fingers over the very top of Kenneth’s shaft, right at the flesh head. Kenneth quietly moaned, still lying half unconscious, and pre-cum got on David’s fingers.

As he was about to go further, however, a commotion was heard outside the door in the hallway. He carefully cracked Kenneth’s door and peeked inside the hallway. He saw Carson and Carl carrying up the two rookies, hoisted over their shoulders. Jake and Jimmy’s hands and feet were tied up. They quietly groveled into socks tied as cleave gags around their mouths. The older boys carried the rookies inside their room, next door to Kenneth’s. After a few minutes of whispers and fussing about in there, he saw Carson and Carl leave the room.

“Nite! Nite! Boys!” Carson sarcastically called out as he and Carl high fived and disappeared into their separate bedrooms, Carson going down the hall and Carl down the stairs.

David decided it was too risky to stay there so he covered up Kenneth with a blanket and snuck out. As he passed by the rookie’s door, though, his curiosity got the best of him and decided to peek inside. He cracked the door. Thanks to a night light in the room, he could make out that Jake and Jimmy, still butt naked, had been hogtied and left on the floor, next to each other, as they struggled with their ropes. They grunted and groaned through their gags.

Would he let the bastards go and spare them further humiliation? Nope. He closed the door and retired to his bedroom. As he laid in his bed, he jerked off thinking about Kenneth as he listened to the helpless rookies next door trying to call out to him for help. Again, he ignored Jake and Jimmy.

The next day at practice, the once cocky rookies were now perfect, little lads who didn’t smarten off with their mouths. They must had learned a lesson thanks to the Dawg Pack. They were also visibly exhausted.

As they sat on the benches, David noticed the heavy rope burn on their wrists after Jake and Jimmy removed their gloves. Jaxsen had marks as well but David only card to point out the ones on Jake and Jimmy as he deviously smiled.

“How’s it hangin’?” David asked wittily.

Jake and Jimmy kept their mouths shut at first but Jake couldn’t help but shoot a glare of animosity towards David.

“We were left tied up all night in our room. We didn’t get out till breakfast. No fucking sleep! You didn’t hear us calling out for help?” Jake stared at David.

“Nope,” David nonchalantly shrugged, pretending he didn’t hear the poor guys when in fact he reveled in their sounds of misery last night.

As David got up and returned to the ice, Jake said under his breath to Jimmy, “We’ll get him back.”

Meanwhile, Kenneth was really hurting out there on the ice as he tried to net mind the goal. He was hungover and it showed. Shot after shot was getting past him. The coaches told him to take a break because he was white as a ghost and in a cold sweat. Captain Nick, flanked by Aiden and Denny, assessed their friend probably needed to fix himself up in the locker room and come back.

“Hey, Prusa, can you take care of ‘Pug’?” Nick asked David.

“Sure thing,” David eagerly responded. He would have done it anyway but was particularly moved by the fact that the leader of the Dawg Pack saw him as valued.

In the bathroom adjacent to the locker room, Kenneth was bending over the toilet ready to blow chunks. David held him by the jersey and shoulder pads so he didn’t slip. Kenneth stuck his finger down his throat and made himself throw up. After a while, he felt better though he still had a headache he complained. David laughed and returned shortly with a hot water bottle filled with ice.

“Put this on your forehead,” David offered him the rubber bladder.

“Thanks, bro,” Kenneth smiled as he held the cold press over his brow. Lowering it down briefly to his nose, he joked, “Actually, it smells like a rookies nut sack, ha hah!”

The two boys shared a laugh and David helped Kenneth return to practice.

That night…

It was going to be another drunken blowout at Nick’s apartment and David was invited once more. When he learned, however, that Kenneth was going to sit that one out he decided to hang with him instead. As a matter of fact, he was ecstatic to have some alone time with him.

The boys decided to go to the movie house in town and watch the latest Mission Impossible movie. They ate hot dogs, drank cokes, and talked throughout most of the film about various topics. Conversation ranged from their favorite hockey teams, to favorite video games, and what kind of guns they liked to shoot. It turned out both of them were gun lovers since they grew up hunting with their dads. They also discussed getting the team together for an intense game of paintball someday soon.

As they walked back to the boarding house after the movie, Kenneth remarked about the shitty town. He said there were only three things to do there: skate, get wasted, and hook up. That last option certainly appealed to David and he knew it must to Kenneth as well. Normally he’d assume he was talking about girls but not after the last two nights they had together. Still, being stone cold sober, David was nervous about broaching the subject or making a move. Perhaps he had his best chance last night when Kenneth was half passed out and they were both drunk. David was a reserved boy. He made a little effort, though. He asked if he remembered anything from last night. Kenneth shrugged and said, not really after they left.

“What happened?” Kenneth asked.

“Nothin’,” David shrugged.

Suddenly Kenneth got an alert text on his phone from Amazon. “It’s here!” he lit up. “My hockey girdle! Man, let’s go check it out!”

The two boys raced each other back to the boarding house. Kenneth grabbed a large box from the kitchen table and the young men darted upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, Kenneth locked the door, which was an interesting gesture David thought.

From the package, Kenneth pulled out a garment packaged in plastic wrapping. After he removed it, he held up a brand new Bauer hockey goalie girdle. It was black, made of lycra and heavy padding for every possible area from the hips, to the thighs, tailbone, and of course the groin.

“I’m gonna try it on,” Kenneth beamed. He took off his shirt, shoes, and jeans. Standing in his skin tight, red Under Armour compression shorts and ankle socks, the excited boy slipped on the hockey girdle. He sealed the Velcro strap and laced it up tight.

The slender, goalie looked, in actuality kind of ridiculous in the overly bulky protective padding. It made the trim young man almost look skinny. Not being bothered by that, Kenneth bragged how he would be invincible in front of the net. He lightheartedly flexed his biceps, and his pecs, pretending to be a bodybuilder in competition. It was silly and adorable for David to watch.

As David laughed at him, Kenneth said, “Let’s see what you look like in it, ha hah.”

David was only too eager to have an excuse to undress in front of Kenneth. He took off his clothes. Standing in his tighty-whitie underwear, David donned the large hockey girdle and cinched it up tight.

He mockingly imitated his buddy Kenneth, doing the same goofy bodybuilding poses and saying, “Look at me! I’m super goalie! Ha hah!”

Kenneth shook his head, saying “Dick cheese!” and pushed him at his chest, playfully. David started to lose his balance and fall to the ground but not before he grabbed Kenneth by his wrist and took him down with him. The two boys landed on the floor on top of each other. They immediately launched into a wrestling match, fighting for dominance. Kenneth was in his underwear. David was wearing Kenneth’s new girdle. 

When they started to tickle each other, David let out a loud burst of laughter. At that same moment, they heard activity next door in the rookies’ bedroom. Jake and Jimmy could be heard carrying on, having returned home.

“Shhhhh!” Kenneth whispered as he cupped his hand over David’s mouth. “Do I have to tie you up and gag you?” he grinned.

David fought back, rolled him over, pinned him down and returned in a strong whisper, “I think YOU’RE the one who should get tied down.”

“Just try!” Kenneth whispered loudly. “And don’t fuck up my new girdle, ha hah!”

Once more the youths returned to wrestling around on the floor, getting as physical as possible. They were about the same size and similar strength so they were well matched. After ten minutes of struggle, David finally pinned Kenneth into submission. The two of them now had boners, with Kenneth’s the most prominent since he was only in underwear.

“Tap out! Tap out!” Kenneth quietly giggled, unable to handle more tickle torture.

“I own you!” David quietly roared.  

David grabbed a leather belt from his jeans on the floor and used it to tie Kenneth’s hands in front of him. Kenneth didn’t resist, accepting that he lost.  He moved him to his bed, on his back, and pulled his arms back behind his head. He found a long sock from the dresser drawer next to the bed and used it to tie Kenneth’s belted wrists to one of the metal bars of the headboard.

David pulled off Kenneth’s new hockey girdle and proudly stood in his tighty-whities displaying his erect penis underneath. The two boys quietly marveled at each other’s bulging underwear.

David sat on Kenneth’s thighs, just below his crotch and slapped him around on the stomach, playfully.

“That’s all you’re bringing?” Kenneth laughed.

“Oh, you’re beggin’ to be gagged!” David smiled. He reached back and removed one of his dirty ankle socks from his foot. He balled it up and shoved it into Kenneth’s mouth.

Like a good prisoner, Kenneth didn’t spit out the sock.

David started to flick at Kenneth’s underwear with his fingers, right at the tip of cock, causing his friend to wince underneath.

The young rookie admired his prize, bracing his hands to the sides of Kenneth’s head and staring closely down at him with a big smile. His mopped hair fell forward into his face, the sight of which made Kenneth chuckle a little in his gag.

“Shut up, bitch,” David mocked putting on a ghetto character voice, unlike his usual, casual tone.

Without warning, David dug into Kenneth’s exposed armpits and tickled him mercilessly. He also pulled at the sweaty, fine, curly hairs in the contours of his pits. Kenneth was both laughing and whimpering. David found himself captivated by Kenneth’s distinct body odor. He sniffed his pits then plowed his face right into them. He licked the sweat and tasted the saltiness with pleasure. When he was done licking, David invaded new territory by navigating towards his pecs. He moved on to his nipples. He squeezed them and twisted his man nips like dials on a receiver.

Kenneth squirmed and bucked, but his arms remained tied to the headboard behind him.

“Consider this payback for two nights ago!” David announced.  “Sucks to be fucked with on your man tits?”

Kenneth groaned into the gag but still didn’t spit it out. They could hear the rookies Jake and Jimmy next door playing video games. They didn’t want to alert them.

The boy in control, shifted down slightly, keeping his butt on Kenneth’s thighs so the bound kid’s crotch was free for a dick rape. David dramatically wiggled his fingers and advanced them slowly to Kenneth’s waistband. He curled them underneath the edges of the elastic fabric and slowly began to pull down the boy’s tight, red compression underwear.

At once, the helpless teenager’s healthy, hard dick popped to attention, pointing straight up. David immediately grabbed the cock with his left hand, feeling the warm, hard shaft pulsating.  Pre-cum oozed out.

“Mmmmmphhh!” Kenneth moaned with ecstasy as both his eyes and his head rolled back.

David took his right hand and pulled down his own underwear. His young cock sprang out and his shaved balls.  He slowly stroked himself, feeling the light pre-cum and the sweat from his “swamp crotch” coating his fingers.

He slowly stroked his submissive teammate. The two young players were pre-cumming like mad.

They were starting to moan more and louder, briefly forgetting that the arrogant rookie pair were next door. They settled back down, staying as quiet as they could.

David liked being in control and having Kenneth tied down beneath him. It felt good to be a “master”.

He reached into Kenneth’s mouth and pulled out the sock gag. David placed his lips over Kenneth’s and the two young jocks immediately began kissing. As they kissed, David kept jerking off the two of them. They could taste hot dogs and soda on their breath.

Being so young and full of teenage testosterone, it wasn’t going to be difficult for the boys to climax. They were already close. David knew he could cum any second and he sensed that Kenneth was on the edge of shooting.

David placed his tongue into Kenneth’s mouth, which really turned David on more. He returned the move and the boys were deep in a French kiss.

They moaned as they got closer and closer to cumming.

A moment later, both boys squirted their nut juice all over each other. They let out a long, sustained, but quietened sigh of relief and joy.

David untied Kenneth’s hands and the two embraced, not caring that their sticky semen was all over each other’s chests.

Over pillow talk the athletes couldn’t believe their luck, and they just stared for long periods of time at one another. Kenneth ran his hands through David’s thick, beautiful wavy hair. David lightly explored the contours of Kenneth’s earlobes, feeling the peach fuzz on the surface. 

This was the first time for the both of them and it was magic.

The conversation moved to their favorite moment of the night but Kenneth ribbed him a little for the nipple torture and asked why he had called it “payback.”

“Funny,” David rolled his eyes, not buying his playing dumb act, pretending to ignore two night ago.

Kenneth persisted he didn’t know what he was talking about, only that he was sorry for coming too late to save him.

When David told him about being fondled and groped by the mystery player, Kenneth was genuinely shocked. When he said he’d have no reason to hide that revelation at this point, it made sense to David. He asked if he thought it was Spencer.

“Well it wasn’t Spencer. And if it wasn’t you… Then who was it??”

Kenneth thought about it with David for a moment, then his eyes got big as he said, “I think I have an idea who it is!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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