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Chapter One -- The Mistake
It started on the bus ride back to school. The varsity baseball team won their away game and was celebrating loudly. Being idiots too. Things really got out of hand when one of the senior players took off his cleats to rub his feet. The odor of his feet quickie spread throughout the bus. "Damn dude! Your feet are rank! Those socks stink!" a teammate next to him gasped. Chris Martinez indeed had a reputation for wearing the same pair of baseball socks for a week or more. They were the blue, long Under Armour brand socks issued to every player. It wasn't uncommon for those type of socks with their elastic material to get sweaty fast. But Chris took it way beyond. They ended up being passed around as a way to embarrass younger players. Most of the senior's were making them sniff those awful stockings. Most of them caved in to the peer pressure. Except Wally, a slender, quiet blonde kid. Even when his two friends next to him insisted he "just do it." He refused. That would seal his fate.
Back in the locker room, as the team was changing out of their dirty uniforms, the mood seemed to chill out. But as Wally was removing his pants, a group of senior players gathered around his locker.
"I don't think our new teammate understands the code," Steve Drobeck said loudly, getting Wally's attention. The other players all nodded in agreement with Steve.
Wally looked around him to notice no less than five teammates had surrounded him. His best friend Kenny rushed over to his aid and asked the others to "lay off." That didn't do any good. Several of them grabbed Kenny and threw him out of their way. Wally looked frozen for a moment then made a mad leap to get out of the hot zone.
The players immediately plowed into Wally. Their hands were grabbing every corner of the half naked skinny rookie. Within seconds, they had him pinned face down on the concrete floor. "Get the tape! Get the tape!" several of the players yelled. A moment later, one of the boys returned with rolls of white athletic clothe tape. As Wally squirmed under their grip, they began wrapping him up. His wrists were taped behind him. Then one set of players began wildly wrapping the tape around his upper body, pinning his arms to the side. Another set were busy taping up his ankles, then his legs.
"Hellllp! Stop this!" Wally was crying out, feeling how tight and sticky the tape was against his skin. One of the players quickly silenced him, holding one of their sweaty half-shirts over his mouth. "Mmmmmm hhmmmm mmmpphh!"
Kenny attempted once more to come to his friend's rescue. "Seriously guys! Please let him alone," he begged. That proved to be a big mistake for Kenny. Several other players watching decided to grab Kenny as well. They subjected him to the same treatment.
Within a few minutes, both young boys were nicely wrapped head to toe in the athletic tape. Kenny was already gagged, taped shut with generous rounds of tape wrapped around his lower face. He eventually gave up crying for help and just looked helplessly with his eyes. Wally still had one of the players hand gagging his mouth with the t-shirt.
"Remember boys, this one needs a special something' to shut him up!" Dudley Connors laughed looking down at their main victim. Wally grunted and tried to shake his head away.
"Ha hah… that's right! Some socks!" Carl Slack, another player roared. They all joined in and cheered on the task, yelling "Sock gag! Sock gag! Sock gag!"
By now Dean, another young player, could be seen watching quietly in the background. Wally and Kenny caught him with their eye and gave pleas for help with their eyes. He was their other good friend from childhood. But Dean knew to keep his distance and just watched sympathetically.
As the crowd of sweaty players teased and carried on, the player closing his mouth pulled away. The shouting drowned out Wally's renewed cries for help. He saw Chris Martinez removing his socks which he knew what would follow. Chris was one of the more rowdy players with a reptuation for body odor and dirty feet. Wally shook his head and yelled "No no!" as he saw Chris leaning towards his mouth.
Wally closed his mouth firmly and thrashed his head side to side. This only queued some of the players to start tickling Wally on his feet, making him laugh like crazy eventually. As soon as Wally's mouth was open from laughing, he felt the cruel sensation of one of Chris' socks being shoved into place. "Noo…. mmmmmhhh!" he tried to plead a last time before being muzzled.
Kenny looked over at his friend next to him and could only whimper with empathy. "Hang in there Wally," Kenny said to himself. Dean seemed to do the same.
Thanks to some more tickling assaults on Wally's feet and his waist from players, Chris successfully shoved half his dirty sock in Wally's mouth. Wally accepted his fate, biting down on the stocking, tasting it for the first time. He even gave little resistance as two players helped Chris secure tape around his lower face to hold the gag in his mouth. Now like his brave friend Kenny, Wally was silenced for good. But silenced with the worst tasting, nastiest thing a guy could never wish for. A teammates stinky sock!
For the next few minutes, several of the players took advantage of their young victims' predicaments. They snapped pictures and video with their cell phones. Some of them leaning in to Wally and Kenny giving the thumbs up, mugging to the camera. It was a humiliating thought to consider that videos of their situation would appear on YouTube.
For the next half hour, most of the players got bored and went about their showers or chaining into street clothes. Except for the random teammate or two, Wally and Kenny were left to struggle side by side on the floor. Fighting and twisting as they were only made them sweat more from exhaustion. Their friend Dean knelt down for a quick moment to whisper to them, "Don't worry. They'll let you free soon. Don't fight it. Hang in there." This called the two down eventually. Wally and Kenny accepted defeat and saved their energy.
However when the last few players were leaving the locker room, the young rookies were still left mummified on the floor. Even Dean had left from what it appeared. As they watched more players leaved, they looked at each other nervously, whimpering quietly through their gags.
Steve, Dudley and Chris… the three main hazers of the bunch, returned to their hapless hostages. They were nicely dressed in fresh clothes after their showers. "So you think you've had enough?" Dudley asked smiling down at them. "Wanna get released do ya?" Chris asked.
The boys nodded eagerly and grunted through their gags. "Wellll… hmmmm… nah!" Steve responded.
"Hhmmmm mmmhhh?" the young boys gasped.
The players picked up their young hostages. "Put 'em in these!" Steve directed to a set of lockers.
First Kenny was placed inside one of the narrow metal lockers and the door was shut closed on him. Followed by a pad lock. Then the hazers navigated Wally into the locker next to his friend. They made sure he was sandwiched inside nice and tight.
"My bruthas, he has to be hatin' the smell of those socks in his mouth like that. We should give him an air freshener for his locker!" Steve suggested sarcastically.
"Oh yea… that's right. We've got just the thing!" Dudley laughed.
Dudley and Chris quickly pulled out a jock-strap that clearly had been recently worn and barely washed. Even the cup was still inside. They laughed hysterically as they hung it from the top hook in the locker right in front of Wally. The dirty supporter was now hanging right in front of his nose! "Mmmmmhhhhh!" Wally gasped as the players slammed the locker door shut. He could hear them placing a lock on the door.
Wally struggled but hardly could move an inch. He was now smelling the heavy odor of that jock in the hot locker while still tasting that dirty sock. Next door he could hear his friend Kenny struggling in his own prison.
The two boys were left alone now in those lockers, wondering how long they'd have to endure the cruel imprisonment.
Coming soon... Chapter Two -- Dean to the Rescue, Almost
(thoughts so far or ideas on direction it takes?)