Football Bondage

By Chris

I was playing football in high school when I had my first man on 
man … and bondage session at the same time. It was after practice on a cool October Saturday when the one of the guys on the team suggested we do an 
after practice run along the river next to my high school. The kid was 
the center and kinda cute. I was a fullback and we sort of hung out 
together.

On our way to the river trail, he stopped at his car and got a 
small pack out of the back seat. We were in full uniform, as we started 
jogging along the trail.

My guess was that he had some pot in the 
pack … it was the late seventies after all, even the jocks smoked. 
After about ten minutes Mark ditched the trail and went off into the 
brush, the ground was wet and the fog along the river was pretty 
thick … at one point I lost him in the fog.

When I found him he was standing by 
an oak tree, he was holding his helmet and the pack he brought with 
him. When I got up to him I took off my helmet and saw i was right … he 
had a pipe and a lighter. He laid down his helmet and lit up and took a 
hit … handed the pipe to me and I took a hit. While I was holding it in he stepped even closer to me and to my surprise said, “I know you’d like 
to fuck me.”

I choked out the smoke and was shocked, mainly because, 
how’d he know? Was it obvious? Did other guys know? I stuttered, not 
knowing what to say. He told me not to say anything and reached down 
and grabbed my cock through my jock and pants. I instantly got hard.

He pushed me back, up against the tree, reached into his pack and got 
out a pair of handcuffs. I started to step forward but he rubbed my 
cock again and pushed me back against the tree brought my hands around 
the tree behind my back and cuffed them, way too fast for me to think 
about it, but now I did and started to protest and panic.

He reached in 
his pack, pulled out some tape and a red ball, shoved the red ball into 
my mouth, reached down his pants and pulled his cup out of his jock 
and placed it over my nose and mouth pulled off a section of duct tape 
and taped it around my head, securing the ball and cup to my face.

I was 
drooling, squirming, protesting and getting as hard as my tight 
football pants and jock would let me.

Part 2

He took a long length of rope out of his pack and started weaving it 
around me and the tree real tight until I couldn’t move.

He then pulled up my legs behind the tree so my cleats were off the ground and tied them tight up in the air against the tree. He put my helmet back on my head and strapped it on.

After that he spent what seemed like an hour groping me, punching my 
pads and chest. He tied my head back against the tree with more duct 
tape around my helmet. He unlaced and pulled down my pants. My cock jumped out. He slapped it 
around and then got on his knees and began to suck.

Every time I would 
come close to cumming, he would stop. At one point we heard some 
fishermen coming close by. He hid and left me there. I could actually see 
them walking by the trail, but because of the fog they didn’t see me. 
He stood about 10 feet from me, pulled down his pants and jacked off 
in front me, looking at him, through my helmet, smelling his 
cup, tied to that tree, his hard cock, the full footabll 
gear, pads, jersey, pants, girdle. I swear I almost shot a load when he did, and I was 
unable to move. He took the cum that was on his hand and rubbed it all over my 
cock, turned around and backed his beautiful tight ass around my shaft. He let 
me fuck him, only he did all of the work.

He moved in and out, reaching 
around and grabbing my ass to pull me deeper inside of him. It took 
about two minutes before I exploded in him.

He stepped away, wiped his ass with a rag in his pack, pulled up his 
pants and laced em back up, unthreaded the rope tying me to the tree, uncuffed me and told me to bring him the cup and the ball on Monday, and 
he took off back into the fog toward the school. 
He left me standing there with my head duct taped to the tree, pants 
pulled down, dripping cock, still gagged.

I undid the duct tape, pulled up my pants, and now here’s the 
clincher:

He had dripped supper glue into the snaps of the chin strap. I couldn’t get the helmet off to get the cup and gag untaped until I got back 
to my car in the school parking lot.

 

 

 

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