Posted Sun Oct 25, 2015 | 696 Words | Tagged story jock Anonymous

I couldn’t find a picture for this, but here goes :( Also I’ve never been called Sir (I’m not that old yet D:)

My school was a strange place. There were a lot of rumours to say the least. A lot of people just didn’t care, went to school and then went home but a few, including myself, and most of the student newspaper team were very suspicious of.

The biggest rumour was the football team. We checked the archive of the data, and it was true. The team was expanding exponentially. Yet when we asked staff the response was just “oh it’s always been like that” and just didn’t believe anything we told them.

We decided to draw straws to see who would try and investigate the team. Sadly, I was the one who had pulled the short straw on this and it was me who was going to have to investigate it. 

I decided to have a look around the locker rooms for anything. The Coach’s office was nearby as well, and hopefully unlocked. Then I would be able to see if there was anything of interest. The team had gone home a few hours ago from training, and the place still stank of their sweat. Did they not shower or anything?

I managed to slip open the coach’s office. Thankfully it was empty and there was just a pile of paperwork on his desk. One thing that was very strange was a letter I came across. It had a letterhead from a company calling themselves “T.D.L Sports Supplies” and it talked about supplying the coach with “specialist jocking materials” whatever that was supposed to mean.

I couldn’t figure out much of it, but I took a photograph on my phone to research later. I collected my things and made my way home.

I stepped out of the door of the school building, breathed in a deep breath of cold air and then nothing. I felt something made out of hard plastic on my face and I remember the smell lingering of stale sweat. 

I awoke slowly still smelling the same thing. Looking down at my nose I saw what I was sure was a cup which you would normally wear under a jockstrap. All I could small was sweat as well. I felt very little energy in my body to even move though,

“You’re awake then. Can’t have my plans ruined by stupid nerdy little kids like you going through my stuff”

Oh shit. The Coach had found out somehow I was snooping around. I was dead. There would be no way I could explain snooping around the locker rooms.

“It’s ok though, I’m sure the team won’t mind another member. In fact, they could do with a few more and you’re going to get them for me. Don’t worry about speaking anyway, it’ll only make it worse”

As I regained more feeling in my body I saw I was dressed in sports gear, just like a jock. I was terrified of what was going on. I should have read that letter more thoroughly.

“I know you want to know what that letter was about. The easiest way to tell you is to show you. That’s what’s around your mouth, the next bit will get it to really work.”

Then he placed a large football helmet over my face. I felt something click and the smell I could smell got intense, making me feel almost high on the smell. Then I heard him telling me to run laps around the pitch. My body did as he wanted. I tried to will myself to stop, but I couldn’t. But then I felt at ease whenever I did as coach wanted me to.

I couldn’t remember much, the training was intense tonight bro. Gotta really catch up to make the game, don’t wanna miss it for the team. Invited the whole nerdy ass newspaper “team” if you could even call them that to watch. I knew they’d enjoy watching me play.

Coach let me know about the “refreshments” he gave them. Can’t wait to finally get my bros back, gotta make the team the best!