After the Game

Postby HPotter64 » Sun Oct 29, 2017 1:15 pm

For a moment, everything was quiet. The crowd cheering, the music playing, my teammates shouting - all of it was drowned out. It was just me and the ball. I knew the second it left Brian's hand, the game was ours, as if the ball and I were connected. I caught it and ran with only one thought on my mind, the endzone. I don't know if anyone was near me, but it didn't matter. I was in. The game was over. We won. And suddenly all my senses returned to me, and the blaring screams from the crowd nearly made me deaf. I thought at that moment I'd never stop smiling.

"Great catch out there, man."

"We need more plays like that."

"Close game, but all that matters is that W."

My teammates showered me with praises back in the locker room. It was our first game of the season, and coming off with a win was a nice start.

"I don't know, that was still too close. It shouldn't have been that narrow of a win," Brian, our quarterback, said.

Had Brian not been so talented with sports, he could have easily made a living off of modeling. 6'4 and a perfect muscular build, he made all the women on campus swoon. Even fully dressed, his chiseled Clark Kent chin and dirty blonde hair had a magic of it's own.

"C'mon, Brian, a win is a win," another teammate chimed in.

"Something just didn't seem right. You all wore your lucky socks, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. I furrowed my brows, confused. I had no idea what Brian was talking about. What the hell were our lucky socks. It was my first year on the team and no one had told me anything about it. Brian obviously could tell I was confused because he walked over to me, singled me out.

"How about you, Daniel. Did you wear your lucky socks?"
"Um, well, I didn't know we had lucky socks."

Brian smiled and chuckled.

"You hear that, boys. Daniel here didn't know we had a lucky sock tradition!"

Everyone starts to laugh.

Brian turned back to me and put his hand on my shoulder. His hand was huge, and just it's placement on my shoulder was so forceful.

"You could have cost us the game."
"But I scored the winning touchdown."
"Doesn't matter. Going against tradition needs to be punished."
"But I didn't know!"

Everyone around me grins, as if they know what is about to happen. Brian turns to face them all.

"Alright! You know the drill!"

Two of my teammates, Lucas and Chris, push through the crowd of other players with their hands behind their backs. Their grins frightened me. My heart started to beat out of control. I had no idea going against tradition was so serious. Once the two men were close to me, they revealed what was behind their backs. They each held a fresh roll of gray duct tape. They smiled and pulled the tape, causing an ear shattered riiiiip as the tape was unwound from the two rolls.

Lucas started taping my legs together, while Chris worked on my taping my hands behind my back. They set me down on the floor as they continued their work, all the while Brian stood there with his huge, muscular arms crossed, grinning.

"What the fuck is going on?!"
"Quiet!" Brian shouted.

Lucas and Chris taped me until I could barely move, all I could do was squirm around on the dirty locker room floor. When they were satisfied with my restraints, they stepped away. By this point, the entire team was in a circle around me smiling. Brian stepped forward and kneeled down beside me.

"And now it's time for you to learn the importance of our lucky sock tradition."
"Look, Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't know, I swear!"
"Hey, I like you. You're a good player. But all of us needed to learn at one point or another."

He stood back up and walked over to one of the benches by the lockers. He sat down, and started to unlace one of his cleats. My eyes watched in horror as I saw him peel it off his foot. Almost instantly a smell filled the room, causing my teammates to hold their noses and chuckle at me.

"Sorry boys. Didn't want you all to suffer. But he's gotta learn."

Brian took his other cleat off and threw it to the side, leaving him in just his disgustingly dirty, sweaty socks. Just from the look of them, I knew what he meant by lucky socks. They were discolored, yellowish in appearance and worn down. The players obviously didn't wash their socks since the beginning of training for the season weeks ago. The smell was so foul, even from a distance, I coughed.

"I get it, Brian! I do! I promise no more washing socks!"

Brian smirked.

He peeled off one of the socks, exposing his bare, sweaty foot. The smell was reaching an unimaginable level. Nearly all the players were backing away, covering their noses. Lucas tossed one of the rolls of duct tape over to Brian who caught it with ease. A devilish smile spread across his face as he held the duct tape in one hand and the balled up football sock in the other.

"It's quiet time."

To be continued...
Last edited by HPotter64 on Sun Oct 29, 2017 5:21 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: After the Game

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Oct 29, 2017 4:57 pm

Oh man what a terrific start to this story! Welcome to the Board HPotter and thanks for sharing your writing talent with us.

Re: After the Game

Postby Bondagefootpig » Mon Oct 30, 2017 11:06 am

Wow instantly hard. This is a great story and glad it's only the beginning lol. Man is that boy in for some trouble. Gotta love duct tape...nothing better to make someone completely immobile helpless and soon to be very very quiet hehehehe. Can't wait for the next chapter!

Re: After the Game

Postby HPotter64 » Mon Oct 30, 2017 2:15 pm

Thanks to everyone who's read the story thus far! I hope you're enjoying it! Here's the next part...

Quiet time? What the hell did that mean?

Brian kneeled down beside me. The stench from his feet was unbearable. I tried to squirm away, but it was useless. The duct tape restraints were doing their job in keeping me secure, unable to escape my fate.

"Sorry, bro. It's only for a bit."

The other player didn't notice it, but I thought for a second he winked at me. That's odd. Brian has a girlfriend, doesn't he?

His wink threw me off guard. Before I knew what was happening, the sweaty, ratty football sock was shoved at my face. I clamped my mouth closed, afraid of what was happening. The odor was intense, and I wanted to cough, but I refused to open my mouth.

"Looks like we have a fighter," Brian joked.

He pinched my nose, stopping my breathing.

"But we have ways of dealing with fighters."

The team laughed, watching as I suffered. I squirmed for what felt like an eternity, refusing to breath. But the pain got extreme. I felt my chest burning. I needed air, no matter how foul it was. I opened my mouth for a second, but that was all it took.

Brian unpinched my nose and started to wedge the sock into my mouth. I could instantly taste how moist it was, fresh off his foot after a long game. I knew it tasted bad, but my adrenaline was so high that I wasn't really focused on the taste. I tried pushing it out with my tongue, but Brian was an expert. He continued pushing it further into my mouth until it was completely stuffed, every single fiber of that sock was secure in place.

Satisfied with his work, he kept the sock in my mouth with his large, rough hand and picked up the roll of duct tape with his other hand. He used his mouth to unwind the roll of the sticky gray adhesive. He took his hand off my mouth for less than a second and quickly put the duct tape over my lips.

"Don't want you spitting my lucky sock out," he said as he started wrapping the tape around my head.

After half a dozen wraps around the head, he tore the tape with his mouth and smoothed it out with his hands, making sure it was as tight as humanly possible.

"How's my luck taste?"

Brian grinned. Now that he asked it, I started to really taste it. All those hours of practice in the sun, all those workouts to achieve that muscular body, all that sweat started to ignite my taste buds like a fire. The salty taste was out of this world in intensity. I screamed into my gag, pleading for him to remove it, but all he did was laugh. I was stuck, forced to suck on a sock that God knows when it was last washed, if it ever was. I was feeling anything but lucky.

Brian stood back up. "Okay boys, he's ready."

All the players looked at each other, smiling.

They pinched their noses, and all at the same time, they removed their cleats. All of them had socks like Brian, some even worse if that's possible to imagine. The pungent smell of sweaty feet filled the locker room as if there was no other smell in the world to save me. They circled around me in their smelly, dirty socks. From the expressions on their faces, I knew whatever was about to happen was bad.

Oh God, what did they have planned?

To be continued...

Re: After the Game

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Oct 30, 2017 9:47 pm

Beautiful writing, man!
Really enjoying this so far.

Looks like you're in deep trouble now.

Keep it up and welcome to the board.
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Re: After the Game

Postby footfreakshawn93 » Thu Nov 02, 2017 7:53 am

This is such a hot story I can't wait to read what happens next. ;)