Howdy. I’ve been a mostly silent observer of this wonderful forum for several years now. I’m way into m/m tugs, tights, spandex, gags, good-natured humiliation, humiliation involving guys’ butts, and identity theft. I thought I would try my hand at a story and see what you guys thought. Comments/criticisms welcome.
The Play
by Jase1010
It was all Keri’s fault. There was no way Rob and I would be in this completely humiliating situation if the two of us hadn’t both been completely in love with her since the day we three met in the freshman dorms. Thank you God for co-ed dorms! I met Rob on Move-In Day, we put our stuff down, went out to see who our neighbors were, and there she was. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And kind! And funny! The three of us had been an inseparable trio since then. Rob, Keri, and Tim – the Three Musketeers. It was almost like we could read each other’s thoughts. Was there tension between Rob and I over who would end up with her? A little. But mostly we were enjoying our college years just being together. Keri came to Rob’s wrestling meets, my lacrosse games, and we made sure to check out every single production that the Drama Guild put on. Just because she was in it. Even when she was a non-speaking extra in the background, we showed up to cheer her on. We would do anything for her.
Which is why Rob and I were currently both tied and gagged. Wearing humiliating skintight footed unitards. And stuffed together in a very small backstage broom closet.
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Keri had finally won a lead role in some medieval type play that one of the guys in Drama Guild had written and actually convinced the director to stage. It took place at a Venetian-type masquerade ball. It was sorta boring, but Keri played the beautiful princess who gets escorted into the ball by two non-speaking handsomes who then act as non-speaking guards in the background. Keri had convinced us to play the guards.. The director noted we were in-shape, muscular guys and thought we would be perfect as long as we could hit our marks and not scratch our balls on stage.
We thought it might be fun. Two performances only, we got to try something different, and we could pal around during rehearsals. Then we got to our costume fitting.
“Ker, what are these?â€
“Oh, uh…I mentioned the play’s set at a masquerade ball in medieval times, right? Guys wore tights.â€
“Hell no!†Rob sputtered. They weren't just tights, either. They were like...bodysuits. It looked like they were tank top bodysuits. Skintight. With feet! Everything would be on display! Our junk, butts, etcs. There was no way I was getting into a sheer body condom!
“Yeah, uh, we can’t been seen like this. We’ll be laughed off our teams. Plus, the Dickhead Brothers will probably show up to take pics.†I said. More on them later.
“Guys, it’s just for two nights. “
“But, I uh…I’ve got a big hockey butt…I can’t wear these, I’ll look ridiculous!†Rob wailed.
Keri burst out laughing. It was true, Rob had a big round butt from playing hockey. Having to wear his spandex wrestling singlet when THAT season started was painful for him. They called him Bubble Boy.
Keri thought for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she rummaged in a shelf behind her. We were in the wardobe closet. She came out with two stylized masks.
“You know the majority of the cast is going to be in masks the whole play, right? No one is even going to know who you are with these on. We can even leave you out of the program or use fake names if you want. Please, guys? I won’t be as nervous if I know my guys are with me.â€
I looked at Rob, then at Keri and then took the mortifying yellow spandex/nylon unitard out of her hand. He “arrghed†and grabbed the baby blue one.
“The things we do for you…†he muttered.
***
“Mmmmmppgghrrhrhrrhr!â€
Rob was still trying to talk through his gag. The Dickhead Brothers had done a helluva job gagging us though. Not only were our mouths stuffed with their used jockstraps (don’t even ask about the taste) but they had wrapped tape around our heads. And when I say wrapped, I don’t just mean tape sealing our lips shut. I mean they then wrapped it under our chins and AROUND our heads. Like what kept Jacob Marley’s mouth shut. Almost like two tape muzzles on us. Bastards.
And we were pretty much both cocooned in rope. Hands behind back, rope around our upper arms and chests. Knees roped together, ankles roped together. Oh, and did I mention they also made rope harnesses that left our tighted packages outlined with rope so our bulges looked HUGE and also rope that went between our unitarded buttcheeks so we had a tights AND rope wedgie? And it was tied so that whenever we moved we got our bulges gripped and asses wedged even worse? Did the Dickheard Brothers take some sort of kink class? We were helpless, silenced, and wedgied. It was the most humiliating day of my life. I knew someone was gonna find us and it would be all over campus. And everyone’s phone has a camera!
And the bodysuits added to the torment. They were so tight and encasing. We looked like two stuffed sausages. Every part of our body felt like it was being gripped by the sheer but stretchy material. Every curve and bulge on us was humiliatingly highlighted.
How did we end up like this and who are the Dickhead Brothers? To be continued…