David and the Dawg Pack

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David and Kenneth laid closely together in the small bed of Kenneth’s room. The lean teenagers’ naked bodies were still glistening in a shiny film of sweat after their first sexual experience.

Amongst their pillow talk was a pervasive topic: Who fondled David when he was left tied up after the hazing scene? Who was the mystery hockey player?

David was shocked by the revelation that Kenneth wasn’t the mysterious one. Kenneth, in fact, eagerly had his own theory to solve the puzzle. He suspected Aiden. Aiden had left their pool game early the night David was bound and gagged in the treatment room awaiting Kenneth to rescue him.  

Besides, Kenneth added, most of the team believed Aiden and Denny were gay or at least bisexual, and secretly dating. Aiden, after all, he joked, was a real pretty boy.

It was hard for David to believe, though, recalling how grossed out the two were when they had to touch his private parts during the hazing incident.

David filed through the rest of the suspects – Denny, Carson, Nick, Carl, even Coach Zarco – but there were seemed to be so many reasons why none were as likely as Aiden. Maybe Aiden was deflecting when he acted disgusted?

Kenneth promised to help David get to the bottom of this and had the idea of spying on Aiden. He said he’d work out the details and to trust him.

The boys heard commotion downstairs and recognized the voices of Carson and Carl, who were entering the living room of the boarding house. It was time for David to scurry out of Kenneth’s bedroom. As they heard Carson saying “nite, bro” to Carl, who roomed downstairs, Carson would assuredly be heading up the stairs. David stole a quick kiss from Kenneth and darted out of his room. As he heard the footsteps of Carson coming up and rounding the corner of the upstairs hallway, David made it into his bedroom just in time!

As the two boys laid in their separate beds that night, with the noise of the rookies, Jake and Jimmy, playing video games in the room between theirs, they texted each other silly affections like teenage girls. They eventually fell asleep, content.

The next day…

The ice rink was active with a small group of players practicing. Every other Saturday was an off day for the team so workouts weren’t required. Assistant Coach Zarco, however, was always there that particular day doing his morning workout routine. Some of the players, including all of the rookies, showed up for practice drills. It was mostly goofing off on the ice with some of them not even in full hockey gear. None of the Dawg Pack were present, either.

David was there, suited up in his uniform, diligently practicing. Kenneth later showed up, dressed plainly in a t-shirt and grey sweats, and called him over to the sidelines.

“Hey,” Kenneth said with a big glowing smile he couldn’t hide.

David took off his helmet, his sweaty thick hair matted down around his face, and smiled back even bigger, returning another simple, “Hey.”

Kenneth jokingly said he was there to get his wrists checked out – because of being retrained last night – by Trainer Spence but realized he and the other facility staff weren’t on duty that day. Spencer looked at his friend’s wrists and said they were just fine, no marks from the belt.

“Maybe I just wanted to check on you,” Kenneth beamed.

While making sure no one was looking, David took Kenneth’s hands and placed them at his nose and took a sniff. He was turned on by Kenneth’s “hockey glove” smell that all players had.

“I was thinking, can I call you ‘Pug?’” David asked.

“It’s my nickname, why not?” Kenneth grinned.

“Yea, I know, but still, just wanted to ask,” David said smiling.

“We look like grinning idiots!” Kenneth laughed. He and David snapped out of their swooning manner.

“By the way, I won’t lie. Coach Zarco is kind of… ah,” David started to say, then hesitated.

“Hot,” Kenneth said finishing the sentence. “Yea, oh man. You know it!”

David speculated Zarco could be “the mystery man” given the fact that he worked out in hockey gear. This meant he could have the raunchy “hockey smell” David remembered from that fateful night. Kenneth doubted it but he dared him to go sniffing around his locker anyway. “I know you get off on that kind of thing, you should!” Kenneth added. David liked the idea.

Kenneth said he had to run to the local hardware store to get some things in preparation for tonight. It struck David’s curiosity but he didn’t’ ask for the details.

“We’ll leave from the boarding house at 9pm. We’ll head to Denny and Aiden’s house. Be ready!” Kenneth said as he playfully punched David in the chest and left the ice skate rink.

As David turned around to return to the ice, Coach Zarco skated by and told him he was hitting the showers. The young assistant coach’s face was dripping in sweat underneath his helmet. He’d been practicing since 7am and had a long workout.

Young David decided that was his perfect opportunity to ruffle through his sweaty gear, while he showered. He was going to follow him a few minutes later into the locker room.

He joined the team on the rink for a bit and was approached by Jaxsen, the other young rookie. The younger kid thanked David for saving his ass the other night when he had been tied up alongside Jake and Jimmy.

“Me and Spencer are going to the movie theatre tonight. Wanna hang with us?” Jaxsen eagerly invited him. He and the sports trainer, Spencer, grew up together in that small town and were friends.

“Oh, man. I would but got plans. Def another time!” David smiled. “So… are you ok?” he then asked with a sincere tone, referring to the humiliation Jaxsen endured that night.

“Yea, it’s fleek,” Jaxsen smiled. “I know the drill. We’ve heard about it in this town. Like you, I can tough it out.”

David found the younger kid’s remarks endearing. He was looking at him like a younger brother he wanted to support.

“By the way, you’re ‘off wing,’ right?” David said. He made this remark because Jaxsen was a left wing but shot with his right hand.

“Yea, you noticed,” Jaxsen beamed.

“So maybe try holding your second hand a little higher up at the benchmark,” David said positioning his hands on his hockey stick.

David leaned in to Jaxsen, grabbed his hands and guided them along his own hockey stick to a more neutral position.

“Just a slight adjustment. You already have a powerful strike,” David flattered the other rookie.

“Thanks, I really mean it,” Jaxsen said with a wholesome reply.

David tapped him on his helmet and smiled. He watched Jaxsen return to the ice and practice the tip he just gave him.

Nearby, the other rookies, Jake and Jimmy – the menacing pair – were watching with jealously. They didn’t like David’s respectable status with the Dawg Pack, or the others, one bit. They were pissed off from the hazing night. They sought revenge.

A few minutes later…

While Anthony Zarco, the young coach, was in the shower, David snuck into the dressing room and headed for the coach’s personal locker. He found his mound of recently discarded hockey gear piled up in an open space slip. The dirty gear was soaked in sweat. He took in the smells, pressing some of the stuff like his shoulder pads and girdle to his face. The warm, sweet aroma of his body odor was everywhere. David became erect. He saw his jockstrap next and took the moist undergarment into his hands and placed the pouch with the protective cup over his nose. As he inhaled, he could smell the musk of a man. The handsome, young coach had a distinct scent that David definitely liked. While he couldn’t determine if it was the same scent he encountered that fateful night, he didn’t care. He was enjoying this too much. He wished that Kenneth shared his new found fetish and was with him, indulging in the coach’s man scent.

Meanwhile, Jake and Jimmy had quietly journeyed back to the locker room. The boys had determined to catch him while no one else was around so they could rough him up. To David’s great misfortunate though, the pair walked in on the sight of David sniffing the used gear.

David was still fully suited up in his hockey uniform and skates but the visual of him sniffing another guy’s sweaty uniform and pads as he rubbed himself was very compromising.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jake pulled out his mobile phone, which he had conveniently kept with him, and started secretly shooting video of David in the process of the dirty deed.

While David was in the middle of sniffing the coach’s dirty hockey socks, Jake and Jimmy decided to announce their presence.

“Well now! Hotshot is kinky freak!” Jake exclaimed as he and Jimmy walked into the locker room.

David looked mortified, putting down the sweaty socks and trying to explain it was not how it looked. This made the boys laugh.

The thuggish, young duo – still in their hockey garb and ice skates – clamored over to the embarrassed teammate. They had cornered him.

The hapless rookie was subdued; wrestled down to the floor by the other two. They grabbed some bungie cables and wrapped it around his neck and one of the metal posts supporting the wooden benches. Using some athletic tape, they tied his hands behind his back. David, suited up in his bulky hockey uniform, fumbled awkwardly underneath the locker room bench.

“See this?” Jake growled as he played back the video of David sniffing hockey gear. “We own you! Don’t piss us off or this video goes viral!”

They could hear the coach still in the showers and felt safe to torture their victim some more.

The young bullies unlaced their hockey skates, sat down on the bench above David, and began taunting him with their sweaty socked feet. They shoved them into his face and told him to sniff “like a good sock boy faggot.”

David squirmed about but couldn’t escape as the bungie cord painfully kept him in one place, noosing him to the metal posting.

The boys continued assaulting their fellow rookie with the smelly cotton fabric of the socks between their toes pressing against David’s nostrils. It wasn’t the foot odor that bothered him, so much. It was the painful pressure and the relentless taunting.

“Take some deep breaths sock sniffing fag!” they demanded.

They subjected him to their spit, drawing big lugies that landed on his face as their smelly sock covered feet kept attacking him. Jake also knelt down and farted right into his face.

Jimmy grabbed David’s hockey pants. He unbuttoned and unlaced them, pulling them down just far enough to reveal his padded compression shorts. He yanked the padded underwear down. David’s dick, which was still erect, popped out.

“See! The fag likes it!” Jimmy mocked.

Jake grabbed an electric toothbrush he saw in the nearby locker; Coach Zarco’s locker. He turned it on and glided the vibrating bristles of the toothbrush on David’s exposed scrotum. It was torment, tickling him like crazy.  David started howling with discomfort.

Jimmy pulled off one of his socks and shoved it in David’s mouth to shut him up. “Chew on this!”

The pair of young misfits continued their degrading assault on David for a few more minutes, fondling him in merciless ways. They teased the tip of his cock with the vibrating bristles which was a particularly cruel sensation. Jimmy’s sock was replaced his sweaty toes in David’s mouth so he could “suck the toe jam” out.

They were, meanwhile, still carefully listening to the sounds of Coach Zarco still in the showers so they wouldn’t be caught.

But when they could tell coach was wrapping up, they smartly stopped their hazing attack. Jake quickly took a pair of the coaches socks, the ones David had been smelling, and tied them together. He cleave gagged David with them, tightly knotting them off around his head.

“Mmmphh!” David gasped, as his cheeks pushed back and his lips caved in around the dirty socks.

The demented duo grabbed their skates and darted out of the locker room. On their way out, they warned David not to tell on them, or that video would go to the whole team, including Coach Zarco.

David was abandoned, with his hands bound with tape behind his back, and neck fastened to the leg of the locker room bench. He struggled awkwardly about on the floor, grunting into the sock gag.

Coach Anthony Zarco soon appeared in the locker room from the showers. The young assistant coach was wrapped in a towel. His lean, muscular body was dripping wet.

He quickly discovered David underneath the bench near his locker and ran over, kneeling down to him. He untied the long socks from his mouth.

“Mmmmhh, mmph.. mmhh, thanks,” David shyly said as he was freed from the gag.

“You hurt?” Zarco asked.

“Yea. Well, maybe my ego, but yea I’m fine,” David said, trying to shrug it off. He was embarrassed to be caught like that.

Zarco freed him from his restraints and pressed him for who did this but David wouldn’t give up the perpetrators.

As the handsome assistant coach was squatting down, David noticed his groin through the opening of his towel. His nice set of balls dangled between his thighs and a beautiful flaccid penis flopping to the side.

The coach caught him staring, then noticed the erection David had which made David turn beet red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong? I’m getting you a little excited?” the slender, young coach teased, mostly trying to diffuse the situation. “Admit it, ha hah.”

 “Yea, you do,” David accidently blurted out! He immediately realized his admission and tried to cover with a rambling about how he was just joking.

The hot coach shot him a big smile, helped the rookie to his feet, and ruffled his thick mop of sweaty hair. “It’s ok kid,” he said with a sympathetic tone.

Zarco started dressing back up, putting on his underwear and sweats. David, still humiliated, quietly stripped out of his hockey gear and donned his street clothes. He skipped the showers because he was anxious to get out of there. The two exchanged casual conversation about hockey and didn’t talk further about the incident.

As David was about to leave the locker room, however, the coach surprised him.

“Here,” Zarco said as he threw David his pair of dirty hockey socks still tied together. “You can throw these out in the dumpster or whatever when you leave. They’re too trashed.”

David caught Coach Zarco’s sweaty socks, somewhat soaked in the knotted middle with his own saliva. He nodded sheepishly. He waved bye and left.

As the young man walked by the dumpster outside the sports facility, he instead stuffed the dirty stretched out socks into his pocket. As he walked home, he couldn’t help but think that Zarco probably expected that of him, to keep the socks.

Later that night…

Back at the boarding house, Kenneth and David were eating tuna fish sandwiches and leftover pasta at the kitchen table. The house was quiet. The Schmitzels were on vacation in Toronto. Carson and Carl had gone to a neighboring town with Nick to get into some trouble, no doubt.

Jake and Jimmy walked through the front door. They gave a casual “what’s up” to Kenneth and David as they made their way through the living room. They made a point of shooting an obvious snarky glare David’s way as they clamored up the stairs to their bedroom.

“What was that about?” Kenneth asked, noticing the strange glare they made towards David.

“I’ll tell you later, ha hah,” David brushed off. Changing the subject, David said, “So I can’t figure out Coach Zarco, I tried.”

“But you sniffed his shit, admit it, right?” Kenneth egged.

“A little,” David coyly responded.

“Ha ha, figured. You’re more in to that than I am, but what’s his gear smell like?” Kenneth asked.

“Pretty nice,” David replied, as he felt the bulge in his jeans pocket where the pair of coach’s knotted up used socks were stuffed.

“Anyway, dude. It’s time!” Kenneth announced.

He produced a backpack, stuffed to the hilt, and pulled out two camouflaged neoprene ski masks from it, handing one of them to David. 

An hour later…

Kenneth and David were sneaking up to an old Victorian style house in a darkened neighborhood of the town. It was the home of Aiden and Denny. As they stealthily approached the side, they donned their neoprene ski masks to cover their faces.

Kenneth, leading the way, seemed to know how to navigate the perimeter of the home. He had been there many times, naturally. They peered through the living room window which was empty. The young men made their way further beyond, going in to the backyard. The boys wound up crouched underneath a window where light emitted and noise could be heard. Kenneth told David it was one of the bedrooms.

They slowly stood up and peeked inside. What they saw, their eyes couldn’t believe. It was a scene right out of a gay porn movie. Denny was fucking Aiden!

Both of the masculine, hot hockey jocks were butt naked. Aiden was on the edge of the bed, laying on his back with his legs up in the air. Denny was on his knees, pressed up against Aiden’s ass and penetrating him with his dick. Denny was pounding him hard as Aiden moaned with pleasure.

Kenneth and David were awestruck. The boys watched with empathic curiosity as the other two had sex. They’d never seen such a thing before. It immediately turned them on, however, and the young men couldn’t help but spring boners in their pants.

Aiden and Denny, both nineteen –only a year older than Kenneth and David – were still more physically developed and athletically framed than the skinny pair.

Denny, ruggedly handsome with pale skin, a hint of freckles on his back, looked in his element as a top. His apple shaped ass was tight and muscular with a contour on the side of his buttocks that dimples as he fucked Aiden.

Aiden, the blonde, pretty boy stud, with his thick legs spread eagled in the air, took the pounding with an aching, exhilarated expression on his beautiful face.

As they kept watching, the young friends groped each other by reaching into the other’s crotch underneath the waist of their jeans.

The youths secretly wanted to try out what they were witnessing. Each one of them thought of topping the other.   

Losing themselves in all the wonder of what they’re watching, one of them slipped and hit the window with their head. The noise immediately got Denny and Aiden’s attention as they looked to the window. Before the boys can retreat down, the older boys saw two masked faces peering inside. They’ve been spotted!

“Shit!” Kenneth exclaimed.

“Who the fuck is that?” Denny yelled from inside.

Denny and Aiden hopped off the bed and went to the window. By the time they opened the window to look out, David and Kenneth were running away from the house. As they darted into the night, they could hear the older boys yelling, “Hey, get back here you two!”

The young men ran all the way back to the boarding house. They were out of breath. The two briefly collected themselves and quietly stepped through the front door and up the stairs.

They made their way to Kenneth’s room. Burning up, they removed promptly removed their jackets and shirts. The lanky boys collapsed on to the bed, exhausted. Their hearts were racing and they were perspiring.  Kenneth dropped his stuffed backpack to the ground next to the bed.  

“Do you think they made us?” David gasped loudly.

“I hope not!” Kenneth gasping as well.

Next door they could hear the sounds of Jake and Jimmy playing video games. They quietened down so as not to draw any attention they were in the bedroom on the other side of the thin wall.

“Well, I guess that means Aiden is the one,” David said, referring to the mystery man who almost raped him that night in the sports medicine room.

“Yea, that was unbelievable,” Kenneth agreed.

What they saw a few short moments ago was exhilarating. It was also making them horny. They laid out on the bed shirtless, exploring each other’s smooth bare chests. David nuzzled his head underneath Kenneth’s armpits and licked them, relishing in the warm salty sweaty puffs of hair. It tickled Kenneth a little so he returned the sensation with a playful squeezing of David’s nipples.

Their faces then met and their lips locked with each other. David and Kenneth started to make out, wrapping their arms around their backs, pressing their bare chests to one another.  They were engaged in a feverish kiss. As they did, they kicked off their sneakers and unbuttoned their blue jeans. Kenneth could feel a strange, large bulge from David’s left pocket. Before he could be stopped, he reached in and pulled out the pair of dirty socks still tied in a knot.

“What’s this?” Kenneth asked.

“Coach Zarco’s socks,” David sheepishly smiled, as he kissed Kenneth again.

“Freak, ha hah,” Kenneth giggled. He briefly shoved them in David’s face and dropped it to the floor next to their dirty shoes.

As they returned to kissing, they helped each other remove their pants so they were stripped down to their underwear. Their throbbing dicks, fully erect, were popping inside their briefs. As they continued kissing each other, pressed close together, the popping crotches of their underwear, containing their hard cocks, rubbed side by side.

David wandered down towards Kenneth’s crotch and inhaled the musty scent of his sweaty nuts through the fabric of the underwear. He stuck out his tongue and licked along the edge of it, between his thighs and balls. Kenneth laughed at David’s attraction to smells but nonetheless enjoyed the attention.

Fucking each other was what was really on their minds, however.

“I wanna…” David started to say as he returned his attention to Kenneth’s lips.

“Yea.. I really wanna too..” Kenneth interrupted.

They laughed, realizing they both desired the same thing. They wanted to fuck the other.

“We can flip a coin, ha hah,” Kenneth laughed. He found a quarter from a pocket of his discarded jeans.

“If it’s heads, I get to fuck you,” David smiled.

“Yea, then tails, I smash you, bruh,” Kenneth beamed back cockily, confident he would win the coin toss.

Kenneth flicked the coin up and it landed on the hardwood floor, spinning.

They watched intently as the coin slowed its spin and started to fall by one side.

Heads!

“Yes!” David quietly cheered. “He looked at Kenneth with a gloating expression.

Kenneth smiled back and responded, “Nah! I don’t think so!”

Kenneth tackled David to the floor and held him down. They wrestled briefly on the floor but Kenneth ultimately won. Keeping his weight over David, Kenneth opened up his backpack and pulled out a collection of white cotton rope. He had bought it previously that day at the hardware store.

“Ugh, you jerk,” David laughed.

“Yup, gotta take you by force,” Kenneth smirked, maintaining his control over David.

Pulling David’s hands behind his back, Kenneth tied his wrists tightly together. David certainly tried to fight him, but Kenneth was far more determined. Kenneth pulled a pocket knife from a zipper of the backpack and used it to cut the extra length of rope away from David’s restrained hands.

David was hoisted up and thrown chest down, over the side of the bed, with his knees touching the floor. 

Kenneth yanked down David’s underwear and slipped them off his legs, leaving him nude. David, his hands tied behind his back, and lying face down over the side of the bed, tried to sit up.

WHACK!

Kenneth spanked him on the ass, demanding him to stay down.

When David warned him about the loud noise of being spanked, Kenneth laughed, “Then stop being a little bitch.”

Not putting up much more resistance, David laid over the bed while Kenneth took more lengths of the rope to secure his legs. He tied knots around his thighs just above his knees and then extended each rope to the floor posts of the bed. He tied off the ends of the rope after removing any slack. This forcibly spread David’s legs apart.

David realized this was now the second time he was tied down in one day and both times by teammates. He started to explain what had happened earlier in the day in the locker room.   

As David was in the middle of trying to tell him the story, however, Kenneth shut him up. He gagged him with the coach’s smelly socks and tied the gag tightly behind his head.

“Mmmphhh!” David grunted, frustrated at first from being cut off but ultimately satisfied to be biting down on Zarco’s stinky socks.

“There! You can taste on those!” Kenneth laughed. “I know you like it.”

Kenneth pulled down his underwear and began stroking his hard dick with his right hand. He was anxious to fuck David. With his left hand he began caressing David’s smooth butt cheeks, moving his fingers close to his butthole.

David moaned agreeably into his gag as he stayed propped over the side of the bed with his ass hanging over.

“Man, I don’t have a condom!” Kenneth said aloud. “I’ve never used one, ha hah. I should right??”

David shrugged at first, thought about it, and then nodded affirmatively back.

“Okay. Carson will have one! I’m gonna steal one from his bedroom. Just stay still and keep quiet!” Kenneth said.

Kenneth threw on his jeans and t-shirt, comically trying to fold his rock hard dick to the side. He then opened the door, looked out into the hall and quietly, but quickly exited the room. In his haste, however, he failed to close the door completely, leaving it ajar.

David watched as Kenneth’s bedroom door slowly creaked back until it was wide open! Fuck, he thought. What if those asshole rookies next door come knocking.

Bound and gagged over the bed, David nervously waited alone in silence for Kenneth to return.

A few moments later, however, Kenneth heard a terrifying sound. It was the commotion of Jake and Jimmy opening their door and stepping into the hallway. “Yo, Kenneth!” they called out.

David gulped and was overcome with fear as he could hear the boys making their approach. He was fucked.

“Hey, Kenneth,” the boys called once more, their voices just beyond the doorway, moments from appearing.

His eyes widened as he looked towards the open doorway bracing for the mortifying sight of Jake and Jimmy catching him bare assed, helpless in bondage. He was about to be humiliated at Jake and Jimmy’s expense a second time.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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