Posted Mon Jul 6, 2015 | 267 Words | Tagged story

The wrestling team crowded round me. I was terrified, they were really strong and I had no chance of escape. I didn’t do anything to upset them, why would I? That would be beyond stupid.

Then the team captain, Bruce stepped forward and grinned at me. I looked towards what he was holding in his hands and it was a wrestling singlet, a completely white singlet like they wore for practice.

As if on cue, the team grabbed hold of me and started removing my clothing. I wriggled and tried to fight it, but it was no use, I just didn’t have the strength.

Once naked they stopped and the next thing I see is Bruce putting the singlet through my legs and pushing it up to my body. Oh god, I secretly loved the material and it was hard not to get a boner at it. I just hoped it wouldn’t make my experience worse.

Trying to block things out, I felt the straps slap onto my shoulders and I was dropped to the floor. Eurgh, the material felt tight against my body, and I looked into Bruce’s eyes and felt myself drift from the lovely vivid eyes that filled my vision.

I woke up on my bed. I stretched and felt my body, I was wearing my singlet to bed. Must have been really tried after practice. I got up and looked in the mirror. Something was off. I was sure my muscles were bigger or something. My face was looking different too, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what it could be.