Bondage Adventures of Malachi and Mike: The Basketball Ruse ( MMMMM / M )

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NOTE: This story is a continuing story of a series based on the original post Mac the Mummy Pledge which you can read here:

http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=573


Bondage Adventures of Malachi and Mike: The Basketball Ruse

Malachi and Mike arrived at the universities secondary basketball court on campus. This would be the site of their latest adventure.

They’re both members of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Malachi, 18, was a pledge. Mike, 20, was an initiated active brother in the frat. As we know, however, the two boys had a unique, erotic bond between them. After that first drunken Friday night, several weeks back, Mike and Malachi became master and slave, respectively, to one another.

Both of them were toned, athletic Midwest boys though Mike had a slight bad boy edge to his demeanor. This was something that a meeker Malachi liked.

Standing on the basket court, Mike reviewed the ruse he came up with for today. In a nutshell, Malachi was to play the part of the obnoxious younger friend who had to be put in his place. Mike, there for a basketball game, would enlist his teammates help in punishing Malachi.

Mike was excited because it was the first time he’d be able to act out his fantasy of humiliating a guy in public. Malachi, while not crazy about the idea, wanted to please Master Mike and, at the very least, enjoyed the thought of being tied up in the process.

They had an elaborate plan to fulfill their fetish. Would it work?

Standing near one of the baskets on the empty court, they started a casual game of H-O-R-S-E with a basketball Mike produced from his gym bag.

Soon, one of Mike’s members from his intramural basketball team showed up. It was Carson, a young man who looked Malachi’s age, a freshman. They shook hands, with Malachi and Carson exchanging curious glances at one another.

Most important, though, Carson’s arrival meant the “show” would begin. Malachi started to get vocal, acting cocky and obnoxious about who would win at the game of HORSE.

Malachi was letter “H” and Mike was letter “O” thus far. Carson quietly watched them from the sidelines.

Over the next few minutes, the rest of Mike’s teammates arrived. There was Eric, a Latino boy carrying a motorcycle helmet in addition to his gym bag. Then Chris, a muscular guy. Then Skip, a tall lanky goofy looking kid. Carson joined them around Mike. All of them met and shook hands with Malachi. Mike’s four teammates varied in college ages but he noticed one thing they all had in common with Mike, aside from being very fit. They were all wearing ballcaps. Malachi found it humorous.

Staying in character, the normally modest Malachi loudly egged Mike on in the game at hand. He bragged about how he was kicking his ass and would ultimately win the game of HORSE.

“What are the stakes?” Eric asked.

“Loser has to eat the other one’s sock,” Mike replied.

“Gross,” Skip laughed.

The teammates all laughed and Mike was sure to tell them too, it was Malachi’s idea. They all agreed it was a weird punishment. Maybe even a little gay some commented.

Since Malachi continued his annoying, boisterous persona, Mike’s teammates were definitely pulling for Mike to win. In truth, Malachi was getting a little nervous with the plan and intimidated by the jocks surrounding him.

The opposing team for their basketball game, however, arrived and were filing in to their locker room. Mike’s teammates had work to do and told Mike it was time to change and get going.

Mike asked Malachi to pause HORSE which they could continue after their actual basketball game. Malachi, true to his script, refused and remained an uncooperative asshole. He said he forfeited if he left. Mike shrugged at his team and said he couldn’t walk away.

“Whatever,” Chris said waving off the drama. “Let’s suit up fellas.”

As the teammates took off to the locker room, they encouraged Mike to hurry his ass up and beat Malachi’s butt.

After the last of the team disappeared to the locker room, Malachi and Mike had a private laugh with each other.

“Good boy,” Mike flattered Malachi as he patted him on the shoulder.

“You think it will work?” Malachi asked.

“We’ll see,” Mike laughed.

The boys had several goals in mind for this ruse, one of which involved Malachi being tormented by the other players’ smells.

The two boys continued their game of HORSE, not taking it too seriously until, once again, Mike’s teammates filed out of the locker room in their uniforms.

The teammates stood there impatiently as Mike was playing Malachi. Again, they told him to hurry up and then get it done. He had to change.

Malachi and Mike were tied now. Both of them had “HORS.”

Malachi, though, as planned, lost. He was the first one to hit “E” spelling out “HORSE.”

“Woah! Maybe the wait was worth it after all! Mikey, go to it!” Chris laughed.

Malachi refused to accept defeat. True to his part, he played the sore loser. “Nope! Not gonna happen!” he griped.

The teammates, seeming annoyed by the display of bad sportsmanship, encouraged Mike to teach him a lesson but be quick about it. The opposing team was now spilling in to the gym in their uniforms and a small group of spectators were taking their seats in the bleachers.

Mike moved in on Malachi who tried to run away. “Grab him!” Mike yelled out to his teammates.

All five guys tackled Malachi. They pinned him down on the basketball court. The pile-on hurt Malachi’s ribs a little but he was a tough young man and accepted the circumstance. The deed of getting bound was near, he thought to himself. He was also fulfilling Mike’s fantasy. It was worth the pain.

“You little bitch,” Mike laughed. “Your ass is owned!”

“Get the fuck off!” Malachi yelled out as the other boys held him down on the ground.

“Yo, put the fucking sock in his mouth, already,” Eric said to Mike.

“Hey Chris, hurry! Let’s use your socks! YOURS smell nice!” Mike quickly suggested with a laugh.

Without hesitating, Chris responded, “No problem!”

Chris pulled off his left sneaker and peeled away his thick crew sock, which was a well-worn, dirty, foul thing that radiated with his super smelly, sweaty feet.

The plan was working!

“Wow!” Skip gasped, waving his hand in front of his face. “They’re bad today!”

“Two weeks now! Been wearing, ha ha,” Chris proudly proclaimed as he handed his sock to Mike.

As the boys held Malachi down, Mike shoved the disgusting sock in to Malachi’s mouth who conveniently didn’t put up too much resistance.

“Yea! Put that gag in his mouth!” Eric roared.

Meanwhile, the young men from the opposing basketball team gathered around and watched the antics unfold with interest.

At Mike’s direction, Eric and Skip quickly stepped away to grab some things for securing Malachi. They returned with jump rope and bungy cords from an equipment rack nearby.

Eric, Skip, and Chris worked together to place Malachi in to a hogtie while Mike taped up his mouth with athletic tape from his gym bag. Carson, however, didn’t participate much, choosing to be a passive viewer, along with the opposing players.

Very quickly, Malachi was hogtied and gagged underneath the crowd of boys.

“Go suit up!” Chris told Mike as he removed his other sneaker, took off his remaining sweaty sock then replaced both shoes on his bare feet. He let his remaining used sock remain on the gym surface nearby.

Mike patted helpless Malachi on the cheek, leaned in to his ear and whispered, out of the other’s earshot, saying, “Awesome, right?” With that, Mike darted off to the locker room to get in to his uniform.

A few minutes later…

The basketball game had started.

Mike’s team faced off with the opposing team on the center court as a small group of friends and spectators were gathered in the stands.

Malachi was bound and gagged off to the side. He was humiliated as various people in the bleachers starting to point and laugh at him. Some of them were taking pictures.

Even the opposing team on the court would glance over at Malachi with a laugh at his ridiculous sight.

While Malachi enjoyed the feeling of the tight jump rope and bungy cord binding him up, and Chris foul sock in his mouth, he hated being on display like that. It was very embarrassing. But he noticed how Mike would look his way with a smile of approval between moves on the court. Mike was happy which allowed Malachi to endure the ordeal for his master.

Malachi continued to deal with his situation and watched the game as he squirmed helplessly on the hard wood floor of the gym. The distraction of Mike’s team, clad in their red mesh jerseys and baggy shorts, and the rubber soles of their sneakers squeaking on the polished court helped pass the time.

Mike, a forward and the team’s captain, was calling out moves to the others. He looked so good to Malachi, so in control, like he expected we would be.

Chris, the other forward, was well built with shaggy hair flopping around. He was a bro’ey jock. The site of him up and down the court wearing his Nike sneakers while sockless reminded Malachi that his nasty sock was gagged in his mouth. The other sock was nearby on the ground. Every once in a while, when Malachi thought no one was looking, he’d wriggle over to it and take a whiff with his nose.

Skip, the tall goofy member of the team, was the center and a real whiz on the rebound. Malachi liked his style.

Carson, who had been shy and mysterious off the court, the young freshman like Malachi, was a fast, nimble guard on the court. He noticed while he was skinny, he was all muscle.

Last but not least was Eric, the Latino stud that had earlier walked in with the motorcycle helmet. Eric, the point guard, had a real swagger on the court and a confidence in the way he shot the ball.

The ropes and cords tying him up weren’t with the most comfortable knots but he still enjoyed himself. At least to the extent that his attention wasn’t on all the strangers snapping pictures and laughing at him.

At the end of the second half of the game, both teams were dripping in sweat and giving everything they had. The score was 38-38.

In the last few seconds, Eric made a bold shot with a three-pointer and succeeded. Mike’s team won!

The five boys roared with excitement and hugged each other.

Malachi stayed struggling on the ground nearby while the teams shook hands, the crowd filed out, and while things generally wound down. Some of the opposing players and spectators from the stands came over to snap more photos of Malachi with their cell phones, further embarrassing him.

Eventually, when it was time to hit the showers, Mike got his teammates to help him carry Malachi, remaining in bondage, back to the locker room. At Mike’s instruction, they placed him inside a large, canvas laundry bin near the equipment cage of their changing area.

As they undressed for the shower, they threw their sweaty uniforms, underwear, and socks in to the hamper on top of Malachi’s balled up bound body. This was also thanks to Mike’s instruction. Malachi started to form an erection while underneath the pile of athletic wear coated with young male body odor.

The best “torture” came from Eric, though. Before heading to the shower, a beautifully naked and sweaty Eric leaned in to the hamper, pulled back the sweaty garbs and cupped one of his sweaty Nike high-tops over Malachi’s face. Mike handed him duct tape and Eric taped it over his face. “Enjoy!” Eric laughed. “YOU LOST THE BET FREAK!”

Cupped with the shoe and covered again with the sweaty basketball gear and array of dirty socks, Malachi couldn’t see anything. But he could hear what he assumed was Carson’s voice making an appeal. “Let’s get him out of there.”

Then he heard Mike shut him down. Carson backed off.

At least half an hour of struggling and maneuvering took place inside that canvas bin as Malachi was surrounded by the collective body odor of Mike’s basketball team clothing. He raged one hell of a boner in his pants too!

When the team had finally finished and dressed back in their street clothes, they one by one removed their sweaty uniforms and socks from the hamper. Malachi was beat read and flushed in sweat down there, looking like a real mess, sucking on Eric’s nasty Nike sneaker.

Mike removed the sneaker and returned it to Eric, giving him a high five in the process.

Some of them suggested freeing Malachi from his restraints but Mike assured them he had it.

Carson leaned in and shyly smiled down at him, waving goodbye. Eric and Chris leaned in and laughed down at Malachi saying “You asked for it!” and high fived each other, taking off. Skip shot a big grin and ruffled Malachi’s hair, “Nice meeting you, dude” and took off.

The other four members of the team had now filed out of the locker room leaving Mike alone with Malachi.

Mike paused a beat to make sure the coast was clear and lifted Malachi out of the bin. He was not only dripping in his own sweat, he was producing a major erection in his jeans. This was what Mike didn’t want the others to notice. He released Malachi from the restraints and the tape gag. “We can return Chris’ sock later, ha hah.”

Mike gave Malachi a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. “Let’s get to my place,” he said.

On the way out the door, Malachi commented about Eric’s rank sneak and Chris’ smelly sock and how much he loved it. Then he asked about Carson, the quiet teammate who tried to help him. Malachi said he was curious about Carson. Mike responded, yea, he and his team were also curious about Carson.

THE END... OF THIS ADVENTURE…

[FelixSH]

This and the mummy pledge story were both fun reads. I especially enjoyed that Malachi stayed tied in front of the spectators.

[TiedNW]

Great story! Loved every part of it!

[bondagefreak]

Damn! Chris' socks sound as bad as mine!
I really loved this one. And loved the way Eric cheered the guys on while Mac was getting that big raunchy sock stuffed in his mouth. "Yeah, put that gag in his mouth." haha

Loving this, as usual bro.
Fantastic writing and great scenery. When you're reading this, it feels like you're right there with the guys.
Love the character photos you've used as well.

Superb work!

[Deleted User 122]

[mention]bondagefreak[/mention], [mention]TiedNW[/mention] , and [mention]FelixSH[/mention]

Thank you for the feedback! I'll try to continue!

[Ossassin]

This work and the one before it were both delightful , fun indeed.
Hot as hell and has left me feeling a little hot and bothered myself

[Deleted User 122]

This work and the one before it were both delightful , fun indeed.
Hot as hell and has left me feeling a little hot and bothered myself

Ossassin, thanks for saying!! More to come

[Veracity]

Many thanks for posting this story.

[Cooltieguy]

I loved it so much.

[GoBucks]

Very hot story. Would love to see some more!

[Deleted User 122]

[mention]Veracity[/mention] [mention]Cooltieguy[/mention] [mention]GoBucks[/mention]

Thank you fellas!

[The slave]

cool great story and I really love the character of Eric in this story he really had great ideas but I admit that I would love to be in the place of Malachi lol

[george_bound]

Excellent sequel to the initial adventures of Mac as Mike's mummified boy toy! Really liked the scene where Mac was thrown into the laundry cart bound and covered in sweaty uniforms, I have a similar scene stewing in my head for a future story. Also like the level of interaction and razzing he takes from the other guys.

BTW, when I read the line "Malachi and Mike were tied now. Both of them had 'HORS.'", I instantly perked up as I wasn't anticipating the bondage just yet; haha, let that be a lesson when writing TUG stories you should only use the word "tied" in the proper way