bondcai80: Dripping with sweat as practice ends with the sun dipping into the horizon. I start headi
bondcai80: Dripping with sweat as practice ends with the sun dipping into the horizon. I start heading into the locker room and I’m confronted by Coach Larson. He had a couple of the seniors with him. “Hey that was a great practice, your stance can use a bit of work. If you have some time we can help you improve.” I nod my head. “Of course coach, let me just put my phone in my locker and… dude what the fuck!!!” The two seniors had grabbed each of my arms. Coach approaches and I stare into his hazel eyes pleading. “Men, use the wrap and tape to get him prepared. I have the table set up in the back room of my office. Have him fully restrained by the time I get back in a half hour.” He looks at me with a lustful gaze. “Tonight you will begin your training to become one of my favorite players. See you soon.” He reaches down, cupping my crotch in his hands. “What the fuck Coa…” a foul used jockstrap in crammed into my mouth. “You’ll be a fighter, I like that! It makes the moment you break so much hotter.” He turns to the steel door, slamming it behind him as my body is getting encased in wrap. What the fuck is gonna happen to me!!! -- source link