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PROLOGUE
Wallace Pak didn’t deserve what happened to him over those 5 days, but it’s important to remember that masculine sadists simply don’t care.
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Let me just clarify some things right out of the gate. I know you came here for the juicy parts, but it’s important to give you some context.
Wallace was fit, attractive, and likable. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he had a nice physique. He had one of those voices you’d hear on the radio and you’d think to yourself, “Wow, that’s a milky voice.” He was charming, funny, charismatic. Clear skin, piercing eyes. You get the picture. He’s the kind of guy where if you didn’t like him you really wouldn’t like him because he seems to be the whole package.
He was a third year student, and also the star player of the soccer team. If he wasn’t the best player, he was in the top 5. Unfortunately for Wallace, his teammates only paid attention to the fact that Wallace’s step-dad was the coach. David, a fourth year student and perhaps Wallace’s biggest critic, resented every single game he was left on the sidelines while Wallace “got his way.”
And, well, it’s important to remember that most of the team actually really liked Wallace. But it was easy for their testosterone-ridden minds to be overrun with jealousy and resentment, and thus a plan was set into motion.
You see, it was Spring Break. On the Sunday before school began, there was a practice specifically for the final stretch of the season. It determined who would play in the games, who would be in the reserves, and who would sit out for the rest of the season. And if Wallace missed that practice...
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The First Day, or: The Capture
You might be thinking, well, they don’t really need to essentially kidnap Wallace for 5 days, do they? Just get him out of the way that one day? And you’re right. But I cannot stress this enough: These guys simply wanted to assert their dominance over another guy. Well, a few vocal members, anyways. But you know how mob mentality works...
The plan was simple. Actually, it was more of a fact that, as these stories tend to go, everything worked itself out in the most convenient way possible.
First, there needed to be a plausible excuse as to why Wallace would disappear for the next 5 days. As luck would have it, Wallace’s mom and stepdad were actually taking a trip over those days to celebrate their anniversary.
From there, Wallace needed to be baited into giving his parents an excuse as to where he’d be. It proved especially easy for David to bully Wallace’s “best friend” (some people might call them “special friends,” but that’s a secret) Sid into falsely inviting Wallace over for the week. Sid didn’t want to betray Wallace’s trust like that, but David was pretty clear that he would “break [his] fucking face” if Sid didn’t comply.
And finally, the capture. Wallace often took advantage of the fact that his stepdad worked at the school but using the keys to get into the gym, in order to work out in peace. Not that Wallace was a big juicehead or anything, he just simply found working out relaxing, especially when nobody else was around. Some of you might raise an eyebrow as to why some random student would just be allowed into the school without supervision, especially over Spring Break. But being the stepson of someone on the staff, as well as a star athlete and straight A student, people tended to turn a blind eye and trust him.
All that was left was the capture...
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Intel from Sid revealed that Wallace would be at the school at 6 in the morning, bright and early, in order to get his work out in. After that, Wallace had planned to head to Sid’s.
It was only a small team that assembled to grab Wallace. David, of course, was one of them. Two other boys accompanies him -- Diego (third-year student) and Axel (second-year student). They were remarkably patient for young men, watching from the shadows outside while Wallace went through his routine for 40 minutes. David knew it would be wise to let Wallace tire himself out before they go in. There was no doubt the three of them could take Wallace, but it’d still make it easier if Wallace was exhausted.
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Wallace headed into the locker rooms. He was a sweaty mess and, though usually modest and shy about getting undressed, was going to take advantage of the empty locker room and take a shower. He had just taken off his shirt when he heard the door open.
His heart sank.
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“What are you guys doing here?” Wallace asked. “You’re not supposed to be-”
“And you are?” David snapped. “You think you get special treatment just because you’re the coach’s kid?”
Wallace had no response.
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Wallace did, however, have a few words for getting wrestled to the ground of the cold locker room floor, such as, “No,” “Fuck,” and “Stop!”
David was rough as he straddled Wallace’s back, yanking his hair up by the root, and handgagging Wallace by squeezing his face.
“Give me something to shut him up,” David demanded.
“Like what?” Diego asked.
“Probably something good,” Axel snickered. “Patrick put his dirty jock and cup in among our supplies.”
“Ew, that’s gross! But it’ll be perfect,” David laughed.
You might be able to tell from context clues by the way Wallace screamed into his handgag, but Patrick had a reputation among the team for just being ridiculously sweaty. Everybody sweats obviously, it’s just that Patrick did moreso. Couple that with the fact that several members have seen Patrick’s “hairy tree” in the shower, you can only imagine how musky his--
“Man, this smells insanely musky! I don’t wanna pick this up.” Diego complained.
“Don’t be a pussy,” David said.
“Patrick told me he didn’t wash that jock for three weeks specifically for this moment,” Axel said.
“Ugh, gross.” Diego held the jock up by the tip of his fingers, as if he was holding toxic waste. “This definitely looks like it hasn’t been washed. It’s like, browning, dude.”
“Just give it to me dude,” David barked. Diego tossed it in David’s direction, causing David to tense up as he let the jockstrap land on the ground. “I didn’t mean throw it to me, dude. Jeez.”
Wallace was still struggling and screaming into David’s hand. However, David was a much taller and, as a result, much larger individual than Wallace. Coupled with Wallace’s fatigue, his struggles were futile.
“Don’t even try, man.” David took a deep breath, and then grabbed the jockstrap. David didn’t bother to tease Wallace, or force Wallace into a position where he’d open his mouth on his own. The jock felt slimy, so David didn’t want to waste any time. Instead, David pushed the jockstrap painfully against Wallace’s lips, effectively prying Wallace’s jaw open, and pushed the dirty cloth deep inside.
“Duct tape!” Axel tossed David the roll, and David applied a generous amount of duct tape around Wallace’s head - 5 whole rotations - effectively locking the nutbucket inside Wallace’s mouth.
Wallace cringed at the taste that intruded on his palette -- sweaty ballsack, drops of urine, and, well, from the rough crust he could feel, Wallace chose not to think about what this last flavor could be. This dude seriously wore this for 3 weeks? That’s fucking disgusting.
“That felt so gross,” David complained. He playfully, yet painfully, patted Wallace on his taped cheek, still straddling his back. “I can only imagine how it tastes. Can’t be good, right, buddy?”
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Reminder: Wallace doesn’t like getting undressed in front of the other guys.
But right now, Wallace is naked on the floor, sucking on a putrid jockstrap. His hands were tied behind his back; his feet were tied also. David teased Wallace about his smaller package, which elicited a groan of shame. David was actually impressed by what Wallace had, but the emasculation route was more fun to express.
Diego had just finished taping Patrick’s athletic cup around Wallace’s head, forcing the poor young man to take in the taste and the smell of the same nasty athlete.
Wallace’s struggles have transitioned into sadness as he looked pleadingly into his captor’s eyes. Why were they doing this to him?
David loomed over the young man. “I suppose we owe you some explanation. I’ll just cut to the chase: We’re tired of your entitlement. We’re tired of the fact that you get special treatment just because Coach Powers is your stepdad. And when I say ‘we,’ I’m not just talking about me, Diego, and Axel. The whole team is in on this. And we’re tired of just letting this all happen. I’ve personally sat out the last 3 games because of you. So us, as a team, collectively, decided that we’re going to make the next 5 days absolutely miserable for you, to pay you back for how you’ve made the last 3 years miserable for us. And when you miss practice 5 days from now, your stepdad will have no choice but to finally bench you for the rest of the season.”
Though riddled with lies and exaggeration, Wallace couldn’t help but feel guilt mixed in with his anger from David’s speech.
Axel had left and came back in with the team’s large laundry bag during David’s monologue. It was sparse, but there were some old shirts and shorts at the bottom of the bag. It was perfect for fitting in somebody of Wallace’s size.
“Oh, let me do one more thing before we take him.” David began to tie rope around each of Wallace’s big toes. It wasn’t too long, which made it the perfect length--
“Dude, you’re sadist,” Diego exclaimed.
David smiled to himself as he tied the other end of the rope around Wallace’s balls. There wasn’t much room at all for Wallace to stretch his legs, lest he stretched his more delicate parts.
David stood proudly, arms crossed, over the fallen Wallace, who was left in perhaps one of the most humiliating positions possible.
“Load up the cargo!”
Kept me hard as a rock the whole time.
