"Hey, look what we've got here." Sneered Bobby, "It's that weird nerdy kid from chem, he must of been out here all last night!" The rest of the jock's chuckled.
He grabbed Tony's head and pulled it back looking into his eyes."Somebody really hog tied you boy, damn."
Tony's eyes blazed with fury as he twisted fighting against the bindings. With a muffled yell he smashed his head against the post a couple of times. "Whoa! Easy guy, you'll break the goal!"
Bobby pulled at the tape covering Tony's mouth, with a grin he yanked it away. "Holly mother fucking shit!" screamed Tony. "That fucking stings!"
"Bobby, fuck I'm so glad it's you bro'"
Bobby raises an eyebrow, "Do I know you nerd-boy?"
"Bobby bro' you gotta believe me, it's me Mike. The nerdy kid pulled some hocus-pocus evil shit on me and swapped us. Before I knew it I was looking into my own face. Fucking shit me up dude, before I could do anything the fucker was using my own body to pin me down. Last thing I remember was this evil grin and him throwing a punch at me, when I woke up tied up to the post!"
"Mike you say?" Bobby snorts, "Yeah, we'll he's no friend of mine, not since he pulled all that sick shit last night at the party."
"W-W-What? What shit are you talking about?"
"Came out of the closet, damn queer. Made passes at all the football players. Fuck, he was lucky to get out of there alive." He sucks air though his teeth, "To be honest, I think it shocked a lot of people."
"That fucking cunt! If I catch him..." Before Tony could end the sentence Bobby stuck the tape back over his mouth. Tony just shook, thrashing again as Bobby walked away with the rest of the jocks.
It was only minutes later when someone pulled the tape off again, "Mother fucker!" Tony, tried to crane his neck and twist to see who it was.
Someone whispered in Tony's ear, "Had a fun night?" Tony froze, it was a voice he recognised; his own.
A face came into view, his own. It had a sneer of a smile on it, "Thanks for looking after my body. I think I'll be having it back now."
With a searing pain shooting through his body Tony fell unconcious. Moments later, with a shiver he awoke again this time feeling the damn grass below him. Slowly he got to his feet.
"About time, you've been out for long enough." Came the voice of the restored Tony.
Mike slowly felt his face, realising he was back in his own body. "Big mistake letting me back. You stupid fucker, look at you still tied up - dumb shit, I'm going to beat the living crap out of you!"
Mike, lays a couple of punches to Tony's kidney's only to pulled back. "Easy kid, what's going on here?"
Tony leans back and see's Mike being held by two officers, "I'm so glad you're here officers, this guy tied me up here last night and then just a minute ago started to torture and punch me!"
"Assault charge, that's serious in these parts." says the officer.
It's not long before they've released Tony, and have Mike in cuffs and in the patrol car.
Tony looks over at Mike in the car, "Can I just speak with him for a moment?" He asks. The officers nod, and Tony leans in through the window, "You fucking screw with me again and it'll be ten times worse next time!"
I was scoping out the school that we were going to play tomorrow when I came across this sight. It looks like the team left this poor guy taped to the goal, a ritual they probably did with every freshman. No one else was on the field, and the guy had his eyes shut tight so he didn't see me. This was my chance.
I started to approach him from behind. He heard me coming and tried to turn his head to look, but it didn't look like he good get a view of me. I made one last scan of the field to make sure no one was around, and then with a deep breath I dove right into him.
Wow, this was uncomfortable. I was sweating, no doubt from the struggling he had put up when he was tied to the goal. My shirt was pulled up a little bit to expose some of my midriff, so that at least provided a nice breeze on my back.
So, this guy is their goalie. I can't believe they would do this to their most important player the day before the big game! It was their loss though. I began to plant some ideas into his unconscious mind.
"When number 4 on the other team shoots on you, you will fail to catch the ball."
"The ball should curve left or right whenever you make a goalkick."
Under the circumstances he was in I felt sorry for the guy so I stopped there. I was about to pull out of him when I saw a hand grasp the post right beside my face. "How're you holding up, buddy?" I heard a voice behind me say. I made a muffled moan in response, and soon enough I felt several members of the team taking me down.
Getting all of that tape off was painful as hell. "So, are you going to bring your cleats next time?" I looked down at the sneakers I was wearing. So this was what this had been all about. "Y..Yeah," I stammered. I got up and gave my stiff body a nice stretch. My hand traveled under my shirt to rub my sore abdomen. It was cool and slick to the touch, and I smiled as I felt the fine line of a happy trail. A breeze began to blow, flowing through the compression shorts I was wearing, almost tickling my crotch. I yawned and scratched it. This was much better.
Practice had ended and everyone had packed up and left. Finally, I could leave. But then I had an idea. I pulled his shorts out and took a peek at his package. Not bad. The happy trail I had felt ended in a fine mat of trimmed pubes. While I was in here I might as well plant some more suggestions.
"Once you see number 4 from the other team you won't be able to stop thinking about him. He'll be so irresistible you'll try to talk to him after the game, and whatever he wants to do you'll be glad to do with him and it will be the best night of your life."
There. I stepped out of the guy and made my way back to the car as he stood there in a daze. I had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a great game.
What if it isn't the nerd body swapped with his tormentor for revenge?
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Delete"Hey, look what we've got here." Sneered Bobby, "It's that weird nerdy kid from chem, he must of been out here all last night!" The rest of the jock's chuckled.
He grabbed Tony's head and pulled it back looking into his eyes."Somebody really hog tied you boy, damn."
Tony's eyes blazed with fury as he twisted fighting against the bindings. With a muffled yell he smashed his head against the post a couple of times. "Whoa! Easy guy, you'll break the goal!"
Bobby pulled at the tape covering Tony's mouth, with a grin he yanked it away. "Holly mother fucking shit!" screamed Tony. "That fucking stings!"
"Bobby, fuck I'm so glad it's you bro'"
Bobby raises an eyebrow, "Do I know you nerd-boy?"
"Bobby bro' you gotta believe me, it's me Mike. The nerdy kid pulled some hocus-pocus evil shit on me and swapped us. Before I knew it I was looking into my own face. Fucking shit me up dude, before I could do anything the fucker was using my own body to pin me down. Last thing I remember was this evil grin and him throwing a punch at me, when I woke up tied up to the post!"
"Mike you say?" Bobby snorts, "Yeah, we'll he's no friend of mine, not since he pulled all that sick shit last night at the party."
"W-W-What? What shit are you talking about?"
"Came out of the closet, damn queer. Made passes at all the football players. Fuck, he was lucky to get out of there alive." He sucks air though his teeth, "To be honest, I think it shocked a lot of people."
"That fucking cunt! If I catch him..." Before Tony could end the sentence Bobby stuck the tape back over his mouth. Tony just shook, thrashing again as Bobby walked away with the rest of the jocks.
It was only minutes later when someone pulled the tape off again, "Mother fucker!" Tony, tried to crane his neck and twist to see who it was.
Someone whispered in Tony's ear, "Had a fun night?" Tony froze, it was a voice he recognised; his own.
A face came into view, his own. It had a sneer of a smile on it, "Thanks for looking after my body. I think I'll be having it back now."
With a searing pain shooting through his body Tony fell unconcious. Moments later, with a shiver he awoke again this time feeling the damn grass below him. Slowly he got to his feet.
"About time, you've been out for long enough." Came the voice of the restored Tony.
Mike slowly felt his face, realising he was back in his own body. "Big mistake letting me back. You stupid fucker, look at you still tied up - dumb shit, I'm going to beat the living crap out of you!"
Mike, lays a couple of punches to Tony's kidney's only to pulled back. "Easy kid, what's going on here?"
Tony leans back and see's Mike being held by two officers, "I'm so glad you're here officers, this guy tied me up here last night and then just a minute ago started to torture and punch me!"
"Assault charge, that's serious in these parts." says the officer.
It's not long before they've released Tony, and have Mike in cuffs and in the patrol car.
Tony looks over at Mike in the car, "Can I just speak with him for a moment?" He asks. The officers nod, and Tony leans in through the window, "You fucking screw with me again and it'll be ten times worse next time!"
Any others?
DeleteI was scoping out the school that we were going to play tomorrow when I came across this sight. It looks like the team left this poor guy taped to the goal, a ritual they probably did with every freshman. No one else was on the field, and the guy had his eyes shut tight so he didn't see me. This was my chance.
ReplyDeleteI started to approach him from behind. He heard me coming and tried to turn his head to look, but it didn't look like he good get a view of me. I made one last scan of the field to make sure no one was around, and then with a deep breath I dove right into him.
Wow, this was uncomfortable. I was sweating, no doubt from the struggling he had put up when he was tied to the goal. My shirt was pulled up a little bit to expose some of my midriff, so that at least provided a nice breeze on my back.
So, this guy is their goalie. I can't believe they would do this to their most important player the day before the big game! It was their loss though. I began to plant some ideas into his unconscious mind.
"When number 4 on the other team shoots on you, you will fail to catch the ball."
"The ball should curve left or right whenever you make a goalkick."
Under the circumstances he was in I felt sorry for the guy so I stopped there. I was about to pull out of him when I saw a hand grasp the post right beside my face. "How're you holding up, buddy?" I heard a voice behind me say. I made a muffled moan in response, and soon enough I felt several members of the team taking me down.
Getting all of that tape off was painful as hell. "So, are you going to bring your cleats next time?" I looked down at the sneakers I was wearing. So this was what this had been all about. "Y..Yeah," I stammered. I got up and gave my stiff body a nice stretch. My hand traveled under my shirt to rub my sore abdomen. It was cool and slick to the touch, and I smiled as I felt the fine line of a happy trail. A breeze began to blow, flowing through the compression shorts I was wearing, almost tickling my crotch. I yawned and scratched it. This was much better.
Practice had ended and everyone had packed up and left. Finally, I could leave. But then I had an idea. I pulled his shorts out and took a peek at his package. Not bad. The happy trail I had felt ended in a fine mat of trimmed pubes. While I was in here I might as well plant some more suggestions.
"Once you see number 4 from the other team you won't be able to stop thinking about him. He'll be so irresistible you'll try to talk to him after the game, and whatever he wants to do you'll be glad to do with him and it will be the best night of your life."
There. I stepped out of the guy and made my way back to the car as he stood there in a daze. I had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a great game.
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