The Play

(Note: Those are two guys tied up in tights. It will make sense in a second.)

Here's a story I haven't finished yet for this website. It's about two college jocks who end up in unitards and tied and gagged in a closet. I should probably finish it. Let me know what you think.

To read "The Play," keep goin'.



The Play

It was all Keri’s fault. There was no way Rob and I would be in this completely humiliating situation if the two of us hadn’t both been completely in love with her since the day we three met in the freshman dorms. Thank you God for co-ed dorms! I met Rob on Move-In Day, we put our stuff down, went out to see who our neighbors were, and there she was. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And kind! And funny! The three of us had been an inseparable trio since then. Rob, Keri, and Tim – the Three Musketeers. It was almost like we could read each other’s thoughts. Was there tension between Rob and I over who would end up with her? A little. But mostly we were enjoying our college years just being together. Keri came to Rob’s wrestling meets, my lacrosse games, and we made sure to check out every single production that the Drama Guild put on. Just because she was in it. Even when she was a non-speaking extra in the background, we showed up to cheer her on. We would do anything for her.

Which is why Rob and I were currently both tied and gagged. Wearing humiliating skintight footed unitards. And stuffed together in a very small backstage broom closet.

***

Keri had finally won a lead role in some medieval type play that one of the guys in Drama Guild had written and actually convinced the director to stage. It took place at a Venetian-type masquerade ball. It was sorta boring, but Keri played the beautiful princess who gets escorted into the ball by two non-speaking handsomes who then act as non-speaking guards in the background. Keri had convinced us to play the guards.. The director noted we were in-shape, muscular guys and thought we would be perfect as long as we could hit our marks and not scratch our balls on stage.

We thought it might be fun. Two performances only, we got to try something different, and we could pal around during rehearsals. Then we got to our costume fitting.

“Ker, what are these?”

“Oh, uh…I mentioned the play’s set at a masquerade ball in medieval times, right? Guys wore tights.”

“Hell no!” Rob sputtered. They weren't just tights, either. They were like...bodysuits. It looked like they were tank top bodysuits. Skintight. With feet! Everything would be on display! Our junk, butts, etcs. There was no way I was getting into a sheer body condom!

“Yeah, uh, we can’t been seen like this. We’ll be laughed off our teams. Plus, the Dickhead Brothers will probably show up to take pics.” I said. More on them later.

“Guys, it’s just for two nights. “

“But, I uh…I’ve got a big hockey butt…I can’t wear these, I’ll look ridiculous!” Rob wailed.

Keri burst out laughing. It was true, Rob had a big round butt from playing hockey. Having to wear his spandex wrestling singlet when THAT season started was painful for him. They called him Bubble Boy.

Keri thought for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she rummaged in a shelf behind her. We were in the wardobe closet. She came out with two stylized masks.

“You know the majority of the cast is going to be in masks the whole play, right? No one is even going to know who you are with these on. We can even leave you out of the program or use fake names if you want. Please, guys? I won’t be as nervous if I know my guys are with me.”

I looked at Rob, then at Keri and then took the mortifying yellow spandex/nylon unitard out of her hand. He “arrghed” and grabbed the baby blue one.

“The things we do for you…” he muttered.

***

“Mmmmmppgghrrhrhrrhr!”

Rob was still trying to talk through his gag. The Dickhead Brothers had done a helluva job gagging us though. Not only were our mouths stuffed with their used jockstraps (don’t even ask about the taste) but they had wrapped tape around our heads. And when I say wrapped, I don’t just mean tape sealing our lips shut. I mean they then wrapped it under our chins and AROUND our heads. Like what kept Jacob Marley’s mouth shut. Almost like two tape muzzles on us. Bastards.

And we were pretty much both cocooned in rope. Hands behind back, rope around our upper arms and chests. Knees roped together, ankles roped together. Oh, and did I mention they also made rope harnesses that left our tighted packages outlined with rope so our bulges looked HUGE and also rope that went between our unitarded buttcheeks so we had a tights AND rope wedgie? And it was tied so that whenever we moved we got our bulges gripped and asses wedged even worse? Did the Dickheard Brothers take some sort of kink class? We were helpless, silenced, and wedgied. It was the most humiliating day of my life. I knew someone was gonna find us and it would be all over campus. And everyone’s phone has a camera!

And the bodysuits added to the torment. They were so tight and encasing. We looked like two stuffed sausages. Every part of our body felt like it was being gripped by the sheer but stretchy material. Every curve and bulge on us was humiliatingly highlighted.

The Dickhead Brothers are D1 and D2. We don't call em' by their names cuz' they're not worth it. They're both about 6 ft tall, kinda fat, and dumb except when it comes to being cruel asshats. They're on both the football team and hockey teams. They've had it in for Rob ever since he edged D1 out for a starting position as forward. So the prank war started. Itching powder in the jock, deep heat on the balls, saran wrap over the toilet, Craigslist ad requesting big beautiful man for extended face sitting. The four of us had been humiliating each other for semesters. It had even made the campus newspaper. We're waiting for the reality show offers. Anyway, they've also always been silently jealous of our trio, especially when it comes to Keri. She dated D2 briefly frosh year, broke it off when she caught him sniffing her roommate's panties, and since then they always have a shitty remark for her or a leer at a party. Anyway, it looked like they were winning this one.

Here's what happened.

We each got a text from what we thought was Keri using a friend's phone saying we had to be their early opening night and ready in full costume. Argh, fine. We'd already had our costume fitting, and let me tell you, this was gonna suck. We each had a purple skintight stretchy footed leotard. The tops were like tank tops, so they YANKED the material up our asses. It was like wearing a wedgie suit. Not only that, but every friggin' bulge or curve on our bods was highlighted. And then we had to put these puffy shorts that like...balloooned out over them. Complete with equally puffy jerkins. We looked like total dicks. It was beyond gay, bordering on womanly. Yeesh.

Anyway, we got to the theater. No one was there. It was dark.

"Where is she?" I asked Rob, as we made our way down the main aisle, deftly climbed onto the stage and looked around. A single spotlight lit the center of the set - created to look like a massive medieval ballroom.

"I don't know, dude. Maybe she's late. Let's go get our tights on, Rob said.

We went backstage to one of the dressing rooms. It was kinda funny when we got nude and started struggling and wiggling into our bodystockings. Both of us were grunting with the effort, and sorta cracking.

"Well, there's one good thing about humiliating ourselves like this. These make our dicks look MASSIVE." Rob joked. He was right. Both of us were fairly well-endowed, but these tights made us look like we had some heft.

Rob finished first. He had all the puffy shit on, and was trying to dig the nylon out of his ass.

"I'm gonna get a soda. See ya out there. She better friggin' get here soon. I could have been back at the dorm watching TV or whacking off."

He left, and I finished dressing. I was just straightening my ridiculous cap, when I heard what sounded like something falling and then...

"MMPPHHHHH-" and it was suddenly cut off. Whoa.

I looked outside the dressing room door.

"Rob?"

No answer. Except..something muffled. Was that a groan? But it sounded far away or...like it was being stifled? Eff this!

Calling his name, I made my way slowly down the hallway. I would never admit this, but it was kinda creepy. Dark theater. Shadowy hallway. Weird sounds.

I turned the corner.

"Hey Timmy." It was D1.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Rob?"

D1 looked me up and down in my costume,smirking, and I immediately felt self-conscious.

"Ah, your girlfriend had to go. Run in her pantyhose."

I imitated him, making him sound like a dumb lug and his eyes narrowed. Smiling, I went to move past him to find Rob.I was planning on giving him a nice shoulder push when I did when someone yanked me back by the collar on my jerkin. I hadn't bothered to put the dumb ballet slippers on that came with my costume, so my hosed feet skidded on the floor and I went down on my ass. OW.

It was D2, the fucker. The two of them towered over me, grinning.

"Well, if you want to see where your cocksucking friend went. We can show ya."

That's when I noticed the rope and tape. Oh shit. And the jockstrap. THe yellowed grody jockstrap. Again - oh shit. D1 reached down and SQUEEZED my nuts. I bellowed and that's when I got the used jock stuffed in my yap.

"Shit, I been wearing this jock for the whole season. Only washed it once. It's got ball sweat, and ass sweat, and some pubes, and I'm pretty sure I pissed through it once."

Fucking gross.

"MMPPPPHHHHHH!!" I groaned.

They started ripping off my puffy shorts and jerkin. The cap was taken off my head and slapped across my face and my tighted ass. My hands were yanked behind me. I struggled, really I did. But it was two against one and the Dickhead Brothers were big muscled morons. They were deftly tying my hands with the rope, and my ankles, knees...and they must have been practicing on each other. Cuz they tied me in my unitard in such a way that my balls were yoked by the rope, and I got a rope wedgie. If I moved or tried to struggle, my junk and my ass crack got tortured further. I was stuck. They taped off the jock in my mouth and began dragging me down the hallway, my tighted bod skidding on the floor of the hallway. They were both cracking up and mocking my gagged moans. God, I'd never felt so helpess, so humiliated. They came to some small hallway backstage that I had never encountered before. There was an empty room, half painted that they dragged me into. A small closet was off in the corner. They opened it.

And there was Rob. In the same exact predicament. Unitarded, tied, gagged, and red faced from his angry exertions.

"Reunited and it feels so good!" D1 said and picked me up to balance me on my feet, then literally KICKED my jock ass into the closet. OW. I went bouncing and stumbling right onto Rob and we were suddenly a tangled mass of nyloned bodyparts, mmppphhing and moaning. As we struggled to somehow get to our feet, I realized our bulges were rubbing together. Look, the bondage and the humil and how the material of our unitards felt. Was I getting hard? Oh please no.