This is the fruition of that...
I instantly knew I held all the power!
There was a photo of Coach Scott grabbing my singlet clad ass in one hand and touching my dick ever so slightly with the other hand. I had tried saying no so many times but the rush of hormones always silenced me.
I had threatened before to oust the coach but I never had proof, and Coach merely stated that he could have me expelled for ungrounded accusations, of course we both knew it wasn’t ungrounded but no one else would believe me over coach.
Now finally I had the necessary leverage to ensure my side of the story won’t be dismissed.
I called Noah immediately.
“Hey Noah, thanks for the photo where did you even get it?”
“Found it on my phone from last year at the varsity cup. I was taking a picture of something else but happened to get you guys in the background! Is he really feeling you up?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow in public.”
“He knows how to hide it in plain sight… I am just happy I can finally get it out there for everyone to know.”
I was met with silence, “Noah are you there?”
“Yeah. How sure are you about reporting him?”
“What, why would you even ask that, you know how long this has been going on!”
“Exactly, I think we should give Scott a different type of punishment, if he gets fired or maybe just gets a warning, he will just learn to be more careful. I have a different plan. I’m coming over.”
The phone went silent, “Noah!” but he had already put the phone down.
I waited for my friend to get to my place, wondering what he had in mind.
I opened the front door and Noah tossed a duffel bag onto the floor beside me, it was open and I could see inside were ropes, tape, a piece of chain and some black leather objects.
“What's this?” I asked as I opened the bag more, peering inside. “And why do you have this?” I held up a penis shaped object stuck to a leather strap.
“Never mind that for now. I have an amazing plan.” Noah grinned from ear to ear, “Like I said, if you report him, he is just going to get better at hiding it, I say we give him something he will never forget. We need to make him dread ever laying hands on you.”
“Ok.” I wasn’t too sure what was going on, “Still Noah this?” I still held the pecker gag in my hand…
“Jimmy, get over it. We both know I’m into stuff. That’s why we never dated. Just go along with my plan. You won’t be disappointed. But we need to act fast. We’ll need to surprise him, I doubt the two of us will beat him in a fair fight.”
“I agree.” I stayed silent for a while, I opened the photo again all the times he kissed me and fondled me surfaced. I wanted to get even, “Wait. What if we blackmail him? We have proof we can tell him that we’ll report him unless he complies.”
“I’m not so sure that’s going to work Jimmy.”
“Well if it doesn’t we can always jump him after.”
“Hmmmm…”
We stood in silence pondering.
“If we do it that way we’ll need more muscle, I’ll call Owen, he owes me one.”
“Really Owen. Come on man, you know how I feel about him.”
“Yeah so. You want your revenge on Scotty or not, I’m telling you we need him.” By now Noah had already dialed Owen’s number and the phone was ringing. He stepped outside to talk to Owen leaving me with the big bag of restraints and my thoughts.
Owen, your typical straight jock. He was the star wrestler, always team captain. Slightly homophobic if I had to guess, he definitely didn’t know I was gay, I don’t know if he knew about Noah. Noah, my first varsity crush, but yeah it did not work out. We wanted very different things from a relationship, as was evident from the bag I was rummaging through.
What even is this? I held up what seemed like a web of leather belts.
No idea…
“Ok, he’s in. He is heading over. We can quickly brief him on the plan and why we are doing this then we need to get into action.” Noah walked past me grabbing the duffel and heading to the living room.
I grabbed us a couple of beers and met him there.
“So these things are all yours?” I asked indicating to the bag.
“Yeah and you would have loved them, but here we are, both still single.”
“’That isn’t my fault!”
“I know.” Noah smirked, “I like teasing you about it, that’s all.”
We sat in Owen’s car my heart was beating at 1000 miles per hour. Was I really about to do this? I was about to confront Coach Scott about inappropriately touching me. Agh I felt like a high school kid.
But he didn’t know his boundaries and it was about time someone lay them out for him.
We pulled down the masks over our faces and slipped out of the car and around to the back door. Owen tested it, it opened.
Luck was on our side.
We silently tip toed through the kitchen, hearing the football game blaring on the TV. We prepared ourselves and pounced jumping into the TV room only to find it empty.
We were still standing about when Coach walked in behind us, wearing only boxers and socks.
“What the fuck! He shouted, dropping his beer to the floor.”
Owen and I were on him in seconds wrestling him to the ground.
Owens big hand slammed over coach’s mouth silencing him, I wrapped myself around his legs preventing him kicking us.
Noah was quick as a fox and he had Coach’s hands pulled behind his back in a jiffy.
“Tie his ankles” Noah instructed as he tossed me some rope, he focused on tying the wrists.
I fumbled but managed to start winding it around Coach’s socked feet. He kicked around but my legs were wrapped tightly around his thighs so his mobility was hampered. I twirled the rope around and around until I ran out then went ahead and tied a knot with the two ends.
I did well, I thought.
“That’s useless!” came Noah’s voice, he was out of breath as he and Owen were struggling to secure Coach Scott’s torso. “Cinch them!”
Cinch what does that even mean!
“Never mind, toss me a sock.” I looked over at Noah, the question written all over my face…
“Give me one of his socks! Come on man!”
There was a dominating tone in Noah’s voice that urged me to obey. I peeled off one of coach’s socks and handed it to Noah. I caught a whiff of the coach’s bare foot. I pulled my face away pinched my nose. I held on tightly to Coach Scott’s legs not letting go until Noah gave me the all clear.
He went ahead and retied the ankles.
I stepped back. Coach Scott was helpless on the floor of his own TV room. He was wiggling on the floor, Noah had tied his wrists expertly behind his back, it looked simple but very effective. Noah had repeated that on coach’s ankles and was now adding another piece of rope pulling coach’s feet, one socked and the other bare closer to his bound wrists.
“That’s a hogtie buddy. Man you really are clueless.” Noah looked over at me, it was like he read my mind. “The other sock is in his mouth.”
That’s when I looked over at coach’s face for the first time. There was tape wrapped around his head forcing his mouth to remain shut, and according to Noah, there was a sock in there…
Crazy night…
But somehow I felt like I was being edged onto the side line, instead of this being my revenge I felt like a spectator. What was Noah after?