***Author note: this is my first story, whilst I have a full story already planned out I'm also happy to branch this into two outcomes, the original and another with suggestions of how the story should go in the comments, if the interest is there. I hope you like it***
In the locker room of the university's wrestling team, a young man named Jake towelled off his glistening body before putting his signature singlet back on. He was the epitome of physical perfection, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a set of abs that looked as if they were chiselled from marble. His legs were powerful, and his buttocks—oh, those glorious globes—were the envy of every man who laid eyes on him. They were so round and firm, they looked like two basketballs tucked under his waistband, begging to be bounced. This was to be Jake's last day, the popular and star wrestler had chosen to betray his university and team mates for the promise of a better offer at a rival university
The farewell party had been hastily arranged when news spread of his transfer. The dean had made it clear that Jake's departure was unacceptable. He was not only a star athlete but also the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons. His teammates had grown obsessed with his bubble butt, and it had become a silent competition among them to see who could get the closest to it. The dean knew that if Jake left, the morale of the team would plummet, and with it, their chances at the championship. So, a plan was hatched to keep him there, forever.
The changing room was decked out with balloons and a cake, the smell of sweat and testosterone thick in the air. As Jake turned to face the crowd of muscular men, the dean stepped forward, his expression a twisted mix of glee and determination. "Jake," he began, "you've brought so much to this team, both on and off the mat. We can't let you go without a proper send-off."
With that, the dean snapped his fingers and two burly teammates grabbed Jake's arms, pulling him towards the centre of the room. A third approached with a wicked smile, holding a set of restraints. "What's this?" Jake demanded, his heart racing. He'd heard rumours about the dean's twisted sense of humour but had never seen it in action.
"Just a little something to keep you... grounded," the dean chuckled, as the teammates secured Jake's wrists and ankles to the floor, stretching him out into a perfect extreme spladle. His face flushed with anger and fear as he realized what they had in mind. His legs were forced wide open, his massive bubble butt jutting up into the air, the very thing that had earned him his reputation now on full display.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the men took in the sight of Jake in this vulnerable position. One by one, they stepped forward, each placing a hand on his trembling body, the warmth of their palms sending shivers down his spine. The dean leaned in close, his breath hot on Jake's cheek. "You're going to be our little secret, aren't you?" he murmured. "Our bond, our chair, our entertainment. You'll never leave us now." Jake felt the panic rise in his throat, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the hungry gazes of the men around him.
Without warning, the dean produced a small device and clicked it. A cold, metallic sound echoed through the room, and Jake's legs were locked into place. He struggled, the restraints biting into his skin, but his efforts were futile. His muscular thighs quivered with the effort, causing his buttocks to jiggle obscenely, eliciting a collective chuckle from the team.
"This," the dean announced, holding up the device, "is a state-of-the-art muscle inhibitor. You're not going anywhere, Jake. Your legs will be stuck in this position for as long as we wish." He waved the device in the air, and the room erupted in cheers. The reality of his situation sank in, and Jake felt his spirit crumble.
The extreme spladle was so intense that his face was just inches away from the very asset that had brought him fame and now, utter embarrassment. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he stared at his own round buttocks, the soft curves and crevice taunting him in this perverted mirror. He could feel the heat from his face radiating onto his skin, and the occasional tremble of his muscles sent his cheeks quivering, as if waving in silent protest to his new fate.
The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of tension to one of excitement and camaraderie. The teammates, who had once looked up to Jake with envy and respect, now saw him as their shared prize. They took turns placing their hands on his stretched singlet, feeling the power of his muscles and the helplessness of his position. Each touch was a silent claim, a declaration of dominance. Jake's humiliation grew with every passing second. His heart raced as he heard the snickers and whispers, the rustle of phones being pulled out, the flashes of cameras capturing his most vulnerable moment. He felt the warmth of their bodies pressing against his as they took selfies, forever immortalizing him as their entertainment.
The dean stepped back, his plan executed flawlessly. He raised his hand and the room grew quiet. "Gentlemen," he announced, "let's show Jake what true team spirit is all about." The men circled closer, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. One by one, they approached, each placing a hand on his body, the weight of their touch a stark reminder of his new role.
The first to actually sit was the team captain, his broad frame settling onto Jake's upraised buttocks with a satisfied groan. Jake's face contorted with disgust, but he remained silent, the fear of what was to come keeping his protests at bay. The captain leaned back, his own bubble butt pushing against Jake's face, trapping him in a humiliating embrace. The other wrestlers watched, their eyes lighting up with the same twisted excitement.
"Alright, party's over," the captain announced, his voice booming in the suddenly quiet locker room. "But don't think this is the last time we'll be seeing our star attraction Jake here." The teammates chuckled, high-fiving each other as they began to file out, some pausing to give Jake's exposed cheeks a playful pat. The locker room door slammed shut, leaving only the sound of Jake's shallow breaths echoing in the space, bewildered and confused about what had just happened...
...to be continued!
