The Capture of Travis (M/M)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2020 10:00 am
This is fictional tale I’ve converted to a TUG from a battle with the demons in my head. It was a challenge set by my mentor to tell my tale. It’s also my way to thank him for helping me find a way past it and out the other side.
Brendan was an impressionable 18 year old, joining a new football club was his chance to make something of himself. Being quite competitive and a perfectionist he really wanted to make a go of it. Being only 160cm tall and little more than 60 kilo he lacked physical strength but he made up for that with a quick mind and speed of foot. His new club were delighted to have his talents on board, except for one influential person Travis!!
Travis was the top dog, the big man, the numero uno. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was a masculine, confident, cocky alpha. Girls swooned in his presence and lesser men cowered at his feet. As the captain of the football team and the star player he had power over all, his influence was far reaching.
This influence could have been used to nurture the younger team members like Brendan on how to be real men. Instead he used it to terrorise the younger men and force them to submit to his rule. Thus breeding a continued hierarchy of fake masculinity that would foster a typical boys club like mentality within the team.
On our young heroes first day at the club. He was introduced by the coach and welcomed by the team. The towering Travis walked up to the diminutive new guy and ruffled his hair. “Welcome Brendan, stick with me and you will go places.”
The coach glowed with praise for Brendan, how he was a wonderful team player and would play a vital role in the team. The good first impression of the club and Travis was short lived.
Within moments of the coach leaving the room though Travis had left the wide eyed young bloke standing in the middle of the room. Travis took his seat between his cronies Adam and Tyler. The two goons were eyeing another one of the youngsters down.
Tyler snuck over to the unsuspecting boy and crouched behind him Adam pushed the kid who went flying over onto the floor. Travis walked over and put his hand out as if he was helping the fallen boy up, but in one quick move grabbed the waistband of his underwear. He was hauled up by them, and held in the air. It was a major wedgie, not one person even attempted to help the boy. Instead there were snickers and jeers from all around.
Brendan’s eyes widened in shock. At this moment he realised he would likely need to blend into the background to stay safe. That would be easier said then done, these guys were very good at weeding out the weak to use for their amusement.
The first night of training went off without any major incidents, and Brendan had actually impressed with his speed and skill. Unfortunately that meant he had stood out and gotten noticed. Travis firmly had the new guy in his sights, just to show him who was boss.
As training ended on the third night Brendan noticed a few eyes in his direction. He gulped as he headed towards the locker room. Being small in stature he would normally just hide in the crowd. Not this time.
Adam and Tyler were waiting for him. “Great work out there boy” Tyler said as he ruffled Brendan’s hair. The two cronies placing an arm under each of his pits and hoisting him into the air.
Carrying him over to a waiting Travis, Brendan was plonked into a large chest and the lid closed. As it was closed Adam glared at the scared confused boy “make a sound and this will be even worse for you.”
Terrified, Brendan didn’t say a word. He didn’t move an inch. He was so scared he began to sob, tears trickling down his cheeks. The noises outside began to die down as the other players left.
It felt like an eternity he’d been in the chest, there were no sounds at all. Had they all gone? Was this a test? Had they forgotten about me? So many questions running through Brendans head.
He plucked up the courage to peer out of the chest, there was no one in sight. He could here the shower running and figured the bullies were in there. This was his chance to escape, but if he did it would probably make the bullying worse.
Not wanting to escalate his situation he settled back into the chest and waited. He didn’t have to wait long until the lid was opened and the three bullies stood glaring at the helpless victim inside.
They reached in and hauled the poor defenceless boy out of the chest, and placed him on a bench in the middle of the room. Brendan was tiny for his age and this enabled the jocks to easily subdue their prey.
Adam grabbed a couple of rolls of athletic tape and the boys set about securing Brendan to the bench. First removing his top revealing his slender frame. Each arm tied individually to a slat at the wrist elbow and underarm. His legs were secured in a similar fashion but not before all but his trunks were removed.
Having been into TUGs for as long as he could remember, even the fear he was feeling wasn’t enough to stop the arousal he was experiencing. The erection causing a tent in the front of his trunks.
It didn’t go unnoticed by the boys who poked and prodded the frightened teen, calling him a fag among other names. He was embarrassed and humiliated at the ordeal but couldn’t escape the feelings he needed to submit himself to this torture just to be accepted.
Once secured to the bench as a further act of humiliation Travis grabbed one of his socks and roughly forced it into Brendan’s unsuspecting mouth. It was wet from sweat and had a strong pungent cheesy taste and smell. Travis used the athletic tape to hold it in wrapping it round his head several times.
To finish the hazing off he grabbed his footy boot and loosened the laces. It was firmly held over his face whilst the laces were tied to the underside of the bench. Fully trapping his head in place and forcing him to breath the alphas scent in.
Not satisfied with the mental disintegration of the helpless teen, Travis went further. “We are going to do this everyday till you break and acknowledge who your betters are.” The words chilled him to the core.
Brendan looked up towards the three bullies standing over him. His eyes widened, as his sense of dread grew.
The tears were flowing now pooling on the floor below him.
“What a fucking pussy” Travis spat.
“Let’s leave him for someone to find”.
“Tell anyone who did this, and next time will be so much worse” the tone of his voice sending shivers down Brendan’s spine.
“UNDERSTAND?”
Brendan nodded as much as he could and gave a muffled yes. Satisfied at his compliance Travis, Adam and Tyler grabbed their things and left. Leaving the poor defenceless kid tied to the bench, crying uncontrollably into Travis’ football boot.
It would be almost an hour before Brendan was found by one of the assistant coaches. When grilled about who did it he answered with an he didn’t get a look at who it was. Although the coach knew that was a lie he didn’t press it any further, he would have to do his own detective work.
Arriving at the next training session Brendan gulped and took in a couple of deep breaths trying to tell himself it would all be ok. Now that Travis and the boys have had their fun. Now he wouldn’t be they’re target of their jokes. Boy! Was he wrong. As soon as he walked into the locker room, Tyler greeted him with a headlock and dragged him over to Travis.
“Sit” Travis commanded whilst pushing the boy onto the floor in front of him. The blonde haired boy complied sitting in front of his dominant captain. In the hopes of receiving his praise. None was forthcoming.
“From now on after practice I expect you to kneel here and submit to us three superior men. Understand?”
“Yes” Brendan responded.
Travis slapped the unsuspecting boy hard across the face.
“That’s yes Master faggot, Got it?”
“Y-y-yes master“ the shocked and bewildered boy replied.
To once again to solidify his dominance and superiority he grabbed one of his socks and commanded Brendan sniff it. “Take in deep breaths of your masters scent boy” he ordered. Both Adam and Tyler snickered on the sidelines, clearly watching the scared boy submit to the humiliation was amusing for them especially as once again Brendan had been turned on by the degradation.
This time the training session was a disaster with Brendan fumbling the ball and not getting to the areas he was supposed to be. The coach berated the boy on several occasions for not having his head in the game. It was true his head wasn’t in the game. Brendan’s thoughts were in serving his masters on how to please them. He feared their retribution if he wasn’t good enough and would do anything to avoid that.
After the session had finished and the other players and coaches had left, Brendan was kneeling hands behind his back, perfect posture. Looking towards the wall waiting for his masters to arrive.
Travis snuck up behind the unsuspecting boy carrying some well worn footy socks. He’d been wearing them non stop for weeks. Full of grime and sweat they reeked, there was a strong cheesy smell that caused the hairs on your neck to stand up.
With out a sound one was stuffed into Brendan’s mouth filling his mouth completely. It was so large even more was still hanging out. The other was tied around his head to hold it in. Just for added measure a third sock was taped over his nose to ensure his masters scent was ingrained in his head.
Although he wasn’t putting up any fight and resigned to the fact he was unable to fight back Travis taped his hands behind his back with the athletic tape. The young boys arousal once again confirming to Travis he was in the boys head. It was right here that Brendan’s spirit broke, any fight he had dissipated and he believed he solely existed to serve Travis and his goons.
It meant he would find himself humiliated on so many levels in the coming months. Often hogtied on the floor being forced to worship one or more of the boys feet, cleaning their socks and shoes with his mouth and tongue. They spat on him, degraded him called him the most horrible names. They revelled in the fact that they had managed to remove his identity. He was just an object now.
Brendan’s mind was being melded and warped to believe that his bullies were better than him. That somehow he was inferior and needed to submit to there rule. It had got to a point that he would almost drop to his knees if any guy who exuded confidence came near. He now had an innate need to serve. His mind would drift to worshipping their feet, cleaning their shoes or sniffing their socks, whatever his masters desired.
To top it off his form had also suffered and he had been dropped to the reserves side. Despite his struggles on the field it appeared no one had noticed the changes he had undergone mentally. Brendan would float along the entire season being the bullies little punching bag. At their beck and call until a chance meeting with Andy.
Andy would change Brendan’s perspective on submission and what being a man was all about. It would also change the way Travis perceived the world.
TBC
Brendan was an impressionable 18 year old, joining a new football club was his chance to make something of himself. Being quite competitive and a perfectionist he really wanted to make a go of it. Being only 160cm tall and little more than 60 kilo he lacked physical strength but he made up for that with a quick mind and speed of foot. His new club were delighted to have his talents on board, except for one influential person Travis!!
Travis was the top dog, the big man, the numero uno. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was a masculine, confident, cocky alpha. Girls swooned in his presence and lesser men cowered at his feet. As the captain of the football team and the star player he had power over all, his influence was far reaching.
This influence could have been used to nurture the younger team members like Brendan on how to be real men. Instead he used it to terrorise the younger men and force them to submit to his rule. Thus breeding a continued hierarchy of fake masculinity that would foster a typical boys club like mentality within the team.
On our young heroes first day at the club. He was introduced by the coach and welcomed by the team. The towering Travis walked up to the diminutive new guy and ruffled his hair. “Welcome Brendan, stick with me and you will go places.”
The coach glowed with praise for Brendan, how he was a wonderful team player and would play a vital role in the team. The good first impression of the club and Travis was short lived.
Within moments of the coach leaving the room though Travis had left the wide eyed young bloke standing in the middle of the room. Travis took his seat between his cronies Adam and Tyler. The two goons were eyeing another one of the youngsters down.
Tyler snuck over to the unsuspecting boy and crouched behind him Adam pushed the kid who went flying over onto the floor. Travis walked over and put his hand out as if he was helping the fallen boy up, but in one quick move grabbed the waistband of his underwear. He was hauled up by them, and held in the air. It was a major wedgie, not one person even attempted to help the boy. Instead there were snickers and jeers from all around.
Brendan’s eyes widened in shock. At this moment he realised he would likely need to blend into the background to stay safe. That would be easier said then done, these guys were very good at weeding out the weak to use for their amusement.
The first night of training went off without any major incidents, and Brendan had actually impressed with his speed and skill. Unfortunately that meant he had stood out and gotten noticed. Travis firmly had the new guy in his sights, just to show him who was boss.
As training ended on the third night Brendan noticed a few eyes in his direction. He gulped as he headed towards the locker room. Being small in stature he would normally just hide in the crowd. Not this time.
Adam and Tyler were waiting for him. “Great work out there boy” Tyler said as he ruffled Brendan’s hair. The two cronies placing an arm under each of his pits and hoisting him into the air.
Carrying him over to a waiting Travis, Brendan was plonked into a large chest and the lid closed. As it was closed Adam glared at the scared confused boy “make a sound and this will be even worse for you.”
Terrified, Brendan didn’t say a word. He didn’t move an inch. He was so scared he began to sob, tears trickling down his cheeks. The noises outside began to die down as the other players left.
It felt like an eternity he’d been in the chest, there were no sounds at all. Had they all gone? Was this a test? Had they forgotten about me? So many questions running through Brendans head.
He plucked up the courage to peer out of the chest, there was no one in sight. He could here the shower running and figured the bullies were in there. This was his chance to escape, but if he did it would probably make the bullying worse.
Not wanting to escalate his situation he settled back into the chest and waited. He didn’t have to wait long until the lid was opened and the three bullies stood glaring at the helpless victim inside.
They reached in and hauled the poor defenceless boy out of the chest, and placed him on a bench in the middle of the room. Brendan was tiny for his age and this enabled the jocks to easily subdue their prey.
Adam grabbed a couple of rolls of athletic tape and the boys set about securing Brendan to the bench. First removing his top revealing his slender frame. Each arm tied individually to a slat at the wrist elbow and underarm. His legs were secured in a similar fashion but not before all but his trunks were removed.
Having been into TUGs for as long as he could remember, even the fear he was feeling wasn’t enough to stop the arousal he was experiencing. The erection causing a tent in the front of his trunks.
It didn’t go unnoticed by the boys who poked and prodded the frightened teen, calling him a fag among other names. He was embarrassed and humiliated at the ordeal but couldn’t escape the feelings he needed to submit himself to this torture just to be accepted.
Once secured to the bench as a further act of humiliation Travis grabbed one of his socks and roughly forced it into Brendan’s unsuspecting mouth. It was wet from sweat and had a strong pungent cheesy taste and smell. Travis used the athletic tape to hold it in wrapping it round his head several times.
To finish the hazing off he grabbed his footy boot and loosened the laces. It was firmly held over his face whilst the laces were tied to the underside of the bench. Fully trapping his head in place and forcing him to breath the alphas scent in.
Not satisfied with the mental disintegration of the helpless teen, Travis went further. “We are going to do this everyday till you break and acknowledge who your betters are.” The words chilled him to the core.
Brendan looked up towards the three bullies standing over him. His eyes widened, as his sense of dread grew.
The tears were flowing now pooling on the floor below him.
“What a fucking pussy” Travis spat.
“Let’s leave him for someone to find”.
“Tell anyone who did this, and next time will be so much worse” the tone of his voice sending shivers down Brendan’s spine.
“UNDERSTAND?”
Brendan nodded as much as he could and gave a muffled yes. Satisfied at his compliance Travis, Adam and Tyler grabbed their things and left. Leaving the poor defenceless kid tied to the bench, crying uncontrollably into Travis’ football boot.
It would be almost an hour before Brendan was found by one of the assistant coaches. When grilled about who did it he answered with an he didn’t get a look at who it was. Although the coach knew that was a lie he didn’t press it any further, he would have to do his own detective work.
Arriving at the next training session Brendan gulped and took in a couple of deep breaths trying to tell himself it would all be ok. Now that Travis and the boys have had their fun. Now he wouldn’t be they’re target of their jokes. Boy! Was he wrong. As soon as he walked into the locker room, Tyler greeted him with a headlock and dragged him over to Travis.
“Sit” Travis commanded whilst pushing the boy onto the floor in front of him. The blonde haired boy complied sitting in front of his dominant captain. In the hopes of receiving his praise. None was forthcoming.
“From now on after practice I expect you to kneel here and submit to us three superior men. Understand?”
“Yes” Brendan responded.
Travis slapped the unsuspecting boy hard across the face.
“That’s yes Master faggot, Got it?”
“Y-y-yes master“ the shocked and bewildered boy replied.
To once again to solidify his dominance and superiority he grabbed one of his socks and commanded Brendan sniff it. “Take in deep breaths of your masters scent boy” he ordered. Both Adam and Tyler snickered on the sidelines, clearly watching the scared boy submit to the humiliation was amusing for them especially as once again Brendan had been turned on by the degradation.
This time the training session was a disaster with Brendan fumbling the ball and not getting to the areas he was supposed to be. The coach berated the boy on several occasions for not having his head in the game. It was true his head wasn’t in the game. Brendan’s thoughts were in serving his masters on how to please them. He feared their retribution if he wasn’t good enough and would do anything to avoid that.
After the session had finished and the other players and coaches had left, Brendan was kneeling hands behind his back, perfect posture. Looking towards the wall waiting for his masters to arrive.
Travis snuck up behind the unsuspecting boy carrying some well worn footy socks. He’d been wearing them non stop for weeks. Full of grime and sweat they reeked, there was a strong cheesy smell that caused the hairs on your neck to stand up.
With out a sound one was stuffed into Brendan’s mouth filling his mouth completely. It was so large even more was still hanging out. The other was tied around his head to hold it in. Just for added measure a third sock was taped over his nose to ensure his masters scent was ingrained in his head.
Although he wasn’t putting up any fight and resigned to the fact he was unable to fight back Travis taped his hands behind his back with the athletic tape. The young boys arousal once again confirming to Travis he was in the boys head. It was right here that Brendan’s spirit broke, any fight he had dissipated and he believed he solely existed to serve Travis and his goons.
It meant he would find himself humiliated on so many levels in the coming months. Often hogtied on the floor being forced to worship one or more of the boys feet, cleaning their socks and shoes with his mouth and tongue. They spat on him, degraded him called him the most horrible names. They revelled in the fact that they had managed to remove his identity. He was just an object now.
Brendan’s mind was being melded and warped to believe that his bullies were better than him. That somehow he was inferior and needed to submit to there rule. It had got to a point that he would almost drop to his knees if any guy who exuded confidence came near. He now had an innate need to serve. His mind would drift to worshipping their feet, cleaning their shoes or sniffing their socks, whatever his masters desired.
To top it off his form had also suffered and he had been dropped to the reserves side. Despite his struggles on the field it appeared no one had noticed the changes he had undergone mentally. Brendan would float along the entire season being the bullies little punching bag. At their beck and call until a chance meeting with Andy.
Andy would change Brendan’s perspective on submission and what being a man was all about. It would also change the way Travis perceived the world.
TBC