Chance and the Knights of West Tyler ( mMmm / m )

[Deleted User 122]

Note: Another story from the old TUGs site I recovered from my hard drive.

Chance and the Knights of West Tyler

Disclaimer: This is a story request written for a friend based on him and guys he knew in high school. It is mostly fictional and features gay male bondage themes.

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Characters:
CHANCE – The Rookie. 16
NICK – Chance’s friend and teammate, 17
DAVID – Team captain, 18
ANTHONY – Part of David’s click, 16
NATE – Part of David’s click, 17

The Knights High School Football Team, blue and white colors

CHAPTER ONE

Crazier things could happen. Chance was a skinny, shy kid who fantasized about being a football jock. As far as he knew, he was no athlete. His only connection to football was an unusual friendship with another boy, Nick, who lived down the street. The two of them would engage in innocent bondage roleplay games growing up. When Nick late joined the football team, Chance was fascinated by the look and feel of the football uniform on his handsome friend. He would beg Nick to let him suit up in his gear and get tied up. He loved the sheer, stretchy compression shirts, the padded football pants, and the armor of shoulder pads gloved by a tight jersey. There was something about the synthetic material with strong waft of body odor baked in to Nick’s well-used gear that Nick wore that made it all the sweeter.

So. On something of a dare at Nick’s behest, Chance committed to football tryouts. He wasn’t backing down.

On the big day, the coaches had Chance and the other boys running combines. He held his own. In fact, as it turned out, Chance had some untapped skills! He was fast and nimble. He got a spot on the offensive team for junior varsity. One of the assistant coaches remarked to the rest of the players the surprising potential he had. Chance caught the leers and eye rolls from some of the other players. Nick however beamed with a smile and patted him on the ass, congratulating him.

After practice, entering the locker room was intimidating. Thanks to the collection of sweaty young men crowding the old chamber, a heavy mixed aroma of body odor and mildew dominated the air. That smell turned Chance on and he knew he had to bury it deep inside. It was a battle in his rain to keep from springing wood inside his football pants.

Nick was corralling with his posse, the alpha circle of boys on the team, as they undressed from their sweaty, sticky football gear. David, the team captain, was one. He seemed to rule the roost. Flanking him and Nick were Nate and Anthony. Like Nick, the other three boys were the picture of All American young men.

Maybe he was being paranoid but Chance was sure that they were talking about him too. Perhaps the others were jealous at how surprisingly well a skinny nerd like him did on the field. Being friends though with Nick seemed to give him some cover. Nonetheless the whole situation this first day in the locker room was a bit much for Chance. He decided to skip the showers.

Chance was still excited as hell to be in possession of his very own football gear. He stuffed his football pants, jersey, socks, cleats, and sweat-soaked half-shirt in to his gym bag. He threw on street clothes and made an unceremonious exit from the locker room. On the way out, however, Nick sensed the unease and briefly interceded. “Chill, lil bro. You’re on the team. See ya, ok?” he smiled. Chance smiled back.

Later that night, as Chance was watching Netflix in bed when he got a text message from Nick. He said he was stopping by and wanted to see him suited up again in his football uniform. Chance lit up! Nick’s mind raced with the possibilities. Maybe he and Nick would play with some of the ropes he kept in his closet while tied up in gear! Chance didn’t question the random text at the late hour. He yanked off his boxer briefs, slid in to his jockstrap, and suited up in his sweaty football uniform. He didn’t have shoulder pads with him but he donned his practice jersey over a snug Under Armour compression shirt.

A few minutes later, he got another text message from Nick, with an extravegant request. “Let’s role play, dude. Keep your window open, the rope out, and pretend to be asleep in your gear.”

The thought made Chance even more excited. He did as instructed. He sprang wood inside his tight football pants with his boner trying to pop out of the protective cup underneath his jock.

Several minutes passed. Chance pretended to be asleep, enjoying the feeling of the gear snugging his thin build while he imagined Nick having his fun with him that night. Finally, he heard commotion coming through his window. Very quickly, however, he heard what sounded like whispers.

Nick apparently was not alone!

Chance started to sit up in his bed, to investigate. But it was too late!

Standing over him, now piling on top of Chance, was Nick with one of the other boys from the team, Anthony.

Chance tried to speak up but immediately something was shoved in his mouth. It didn’t taste too good either. Then Anthony quickly, fiercely wrapped duct tape around the lower half of his face to hold the gag in place. Meanwhile, Nick was skillfully hogtying Chance with the coils of white rope left out on the floor. Meanwhile, he was happily chocking on the pungent item gagging his mouth.

“Mmpphhh!” Chance groaned as the other two boys picked him up from the bed and stuffed him inside a large worn out laundry bag. They laced the end of it shut with Chance inside and carried him out the window!

“Let’s get him to the cage, ha hah,” Nick said to Anthony as Chance could tell he was deposited in the back of a pickup truck. The cage was the nick name for the team’s locker room because of all the metal cage partitions and lockers surrounding it.

During the bumpy drive on the way to the locker room, Chance struggled with the ropes and started to break out in to a hot sweat inside the bag as the taste of that gag became more familiar. It was a jockstrap, but not the usual flavor or Nick’s nutsack or his own. So he assumed the jock belonged to Anthony!

He heard partial conversation as he was being driven, something about the team captain David and the other player Nate awaiting them. The alpha gang of misfits were obviously going to have some fun with the poor rooky Chance.

Nick had tricked Chance into thinking it was going to be a private evening with his friend. Instead he was being carted off to the cage to be become his teammates’ latest bitch.

And there was nothing he could do about it, expect enjoy the moment.


CHAPTER TWO

As the bumpy car ride continued, poor young Chance struggled bound and gagged on the floor bed of the truck, sealed up nicely inside the laundry bag. Suited up in his football pants and compression shirt, he was working up a sweat in there too. Some of the moments he enjoyed but it was a challenge to stay comfortable or upright.

The truck came to a stop and Chance’s captors, Nick and Anthony, untied the strings of the laundry bag followed by removing him from the thick clothe material. It was dark outside and they were near a large empty space.

The two boys didn’t want to carry him so they untied some of Chance’s ropes to release him from the hogtie restraint. His wrists remained tied behind his back, however. They stood him up out of the truck bed and marched him forward. He could now see that he was being directed through their school’s football field situated behind the gym.

“Where’s David and Nate?” Anthony asked looking around. Nick shrugged.
For a few minutes, they stood in the middle of the darkened football field holding their captive between them. Chance liked the feeling of his teammates clasping his arms. Nick texted David to see what was up, no response.

They quickly got bored standing around and Anthony had an idea to distract themselves, at Chance’s expense, while they waited on the rest of the crew. He suggested they make Chance do some exercise drills on the field to get warmed up in his gear. Nick liked the idea. Chance hated it! The notion that Anthony was dictating forms of punishment didn’t sit well. He always found Anthony immensely attractive but Anthony was his age and in the same class. He saw him as another sophomore peer, unlike Nick and the others who were older. Alas, what could he do about it?

“Let’s see you do some 5 10 5 drills,” Nick gestured to Chance with a playful tone as he removed the mess of sticky duct tape around Chance’s mouth. They didn’t want him choking on his gag. Before he let Chance spit out the jockstrap, he warned him not to make a lot of noise. Chance nodded and spit out the saliva soaked gag.

Chance began his exercise, running up and down the field. The boys told him to go faster and faster. With his hands remaining tied behind his back, it wasn’t easy but Chance wanted to prove he could be put through his paces. He indeed worked up a sweat in his football uniform. Although he didn’t have shoulder pads on, the compression shirt and the football pants were plenty enough in addition to the balmy late summer night.

By the time Chance thought he couldn’t take any more exercise, Nick received a very disappointing text response.

“Bad news. Call it off. Can’t find the keys.’” Nick read aloud the text from David. “Fuck!”

Chance stopped his running and tried to speak, asking, “Can I rest?”

“Shut it,” Anthony chuckled shoving his jockstrap back in Chance’s mouth. “Keep it there or more of this,” Anthony warned ominously holding up the roll of duct tape.

An exhausted Chance groveled in to his gag, sighed and knelt to his knees on the grass field to give himself some rest. He eagerly listened to the exchange between Nick and Anthony on what to do next.

“We could break in to the locker room anyway? We’re already here,” Anthony volunteered.

Chance liked this notion a lot. He was secretly turned on by the notion the attention his devious teammates would give him. He assumed his friend Nick would agree to the idea.

“That window? There’s probably an alarm. I can’t get suspended!” Nick rejected. “Let’s call it off.”

Nick looked directly at his young friend Chance with a sympathetic shrug and half smile. “Sorry bud.”

Anthony, picking up on the apologetic tone, said to Nick, “Oh man, you know he likes this shit.” Then he turned to Chance and asked, “Don’t you?”

Anthony yanked the balled up wet jock from Chance’s mouth and told him to speak up. Chance hesitated. Then Anthony started to pinch one his nipples through his compression shirt and twisted.

“Ow! Yea, I guess,” Chance whence.

Chance’s tied wrists were getting a little raw and his whole body was dripping with sweat underneath all that stretchy football uniform fabric but he was also had a slight erection, fortunately hidden beneath his protective cup. He indeed liked this and wanted it to continue.

Though it was a late hour, it was a Friday night and they didn’t have school or practice to worry about in the morning.

Still, Nick for whatever reason to chance’s disappointment, said he was done with it all.
“We can take him to my house,” Anthony continued, not relenting. “My parents aren’t home.”

Nick wouldn’t budge and wanted to go home. Chance sighed. Anthony still wouldn’t let up either. “Dude! Come on!”

Nick smiled at Anthony and laughed, “YOU take him home then.”

Chance got wide eyed and looked towards Nick. Nick smiled back and said, “He’ll take care of you tonight ‘little one’ ha hah.” Then he turned to Anthony and laughed, “I give him to you! Be gentle.”

Chance didn’t approve at all! He wanted to be at the hands of Nick, a trusted friend who shared his erotic nature for bondage. The idea of Anthony, an unfamiliar teammate and his peer, taking ownership of him over the night was frustrating.

Nonetheless, this was the fate in store for Chance that night. No locker room, no Nick, not teammate hazing. He was now in the custody of Anthony.

Chance was taken back to the truck and hogtied once again. His mouth wad wrapped with duct tape once again. And once again he endured another bumpy ride.

He could hear Nick being dropped off at his house. Before he left, Nick leaned in to the bed of the pickup truck, patted Chance on the butt and said, “Have fun with Anthony.”

“Mmpphhh!” Chance gasped with agitation as his friend walked away.

The truck took off, bound for Anthony’s house. Chance in tow, helpless and wondering what was in store that night in this undesirable turn of events.

TO BE CONTINUED… if enough readers ask for more…

[Shadesflirty]

Is it too late to ask for more... please?

[Carnath]

We clearly need more of this!!!

[GoBucks]

I'll also request more! Can never get enough sweaty football bondage!

[Deleted User 122]

[mention]Shadesflirty[/mention] [mention]chloroboy[/mention] [mention]GoBucks[/mention]

Thanks for the kudos my friends. I'll take it under advisement.

J

[Shadesflirty]

Thank you sir. Much appreciated.

SF

[Johnsnow]

Just saw this. Definitely needs more

[fratboydanny]

What a great story to stumble onto first thing in the morning...

Thanks [mention]sockgagged[/mention], for another terrific story. Like the others above me, I do hope there will be more chapters for this one.

[Deleted User 122]

[mention]Shadesflirty[/mention] [mention]Johnsnow[/mention] [mention]fratboydanny[/mention]

I'm considering a new chapter, stay tuned!

[Shadesflirty]

Thank you!!!

[harveygasson]

Please please please carry this on!

[Jason07]

I would absolutely adore seeing this continue!

[The slave]

too much too bad I really wanted to see a continuation of this excellent story

[bondagefreak]

too much too bad I really wanted to see a continuation of this excellent story

Thanks for bumping this, boi.
I'll be adding this to Jason's list of stories.