There's No Leaving the Team

"I'm out. I'm done." I forced up my jersey, and unbuckled my shoulder pads.

"…"

"No, I know what you're going to say. I know I agreed to this, but you can't hold me to it and you can't stop me from leaving." I pulled the shoulder pads and jersey up and over my head. Naturally, the tight jersey and shoulder pad combo got stuck while I was trying to pull them off. Nick took advantage of the moment to get his thoughts out while I was stuck inhaling the fumes of the pads. I was so worked up, the usual intoxicating scent barely registered.

"Alex, you know you can't just walk away from this. There's no such thing as uncommitting yourself from the Team." Finally I got the shoulder pads over my head and threw them angerily into my locker. "Trying to run is only going to push you in much deeper." Even in my moment of fury, I couldn't help but pause a second to look at Nicks's muscular torso filling out his compression tank and shiny vegas gold pants tightly stretched over his gigantic quads.

I snapped out of checking him out and exclaimed "Watch me.". I hunched over and stripped the shiny spandex football pants off my legs and violently threw them into my my locker. I knew Nick was being very nice to me, and I was going to regret taking out my fury on him later.

Nick let out a frustrated sigh. "When you cool off, I'll catch up with you." I picked up my helmet ready to yeet it into my locker, but stopped. I took a deep breath, and gently set my helmet on it's shelf. I resisted the urge to angrily storm out of the locker room, gave Nick a low high five and a half-bro hug before walking out.

I was starving after leaving, so I hit up the drive through and got a the largest, most disgusting double cheeseburger. My digestive system needed to get on my level of feeling awful. Once I got home, I purposefully shut off my phone so I wouldn't have to deal with anybody else, and sank into the couch with the greasy bag of fast food. I knew I was in the wrong, but I was still serious about quitting the team. I started to plot everything I'd need to do pull a french exit, starting with just not showing up to practice on Monday.

Finally over my little meltdown, exhaustion took over. My eyelids were heavy, and every muscle in my body was dying to let go. I took off my street clothes, slipped on a set of shorts. I picked up my other game jersey on bed to put it on, since I usually slept in it, but if I was quitting, I needed to actually quit. I threw my jersey on the floor and climbed into bed, but found no relief form the exhaustion. I tossed and turned all night. I woke up at least four times through the night, missing the slippery silky sensation of the nylon and polyester of the jersey sliding over my skin throughout the night.

I woke up in shroud of sleep deprivation from the rough night. I turned on my phone. It was time to stop avoiding all of the damage I did. My phone booted up. 4 voicemails, 6 messages, and 3 snapchats. "I'm not ready to deal with this." I said to myself. I pulled up Joey from my contacts and texted him that I was bailing on our usual Sunday football plans. He texted back a "k". I shut off my phone back off, and threw it to my other couch so it was out of my reach.

Any other weekend, Joey and I'd have retrieved our gear from the locker room, put bets on an NFL game to watch together. Each team scoring would result in one of us putting on some gear, and the loser would spend the rest of the day in full gear getting edged and doing whatever the winner wanted. Just thinking about what we could be doing was enough to get me half hard, and I almost habitually flipped the TV to the game to watch it anyways. I was done with everything Team and Football related, so I put the thoughts out of my head. I went to the gym to clear my head, made dinner plans with Nat, but my mind still wandered to what Joey and I could have been doing.

I had another rough night trying to sleep without my favorite jersey. The second or third time I woke up, I picked my jersey up off the floor where I'd left it and almost slipped my body back into it. It probably would have felt so good and so relieving to put it on and go back to bed, but I stopped myself before putting my head through the yolk of the jersey, and instead moved it into my closet and out of my sight.

Monday rolled around before I knew it. I had other work to do, but I couldn't take my mind off of football practice. I wasn't going to be on the team. I wasn't on the team. I wasn't going to practice, but I kept picturing myself wearing my gear and throwing the ball. Wearing my gear and catching the ball. Wearing my gear and getting tackled to the ground by Joey. Getting tackled to the ground by Nick. Getting tackled to the ground by Joey and Nick at the same time. I couldn't get anything done.

I daydreamed about the feeling of my mouthguard in my mouth, the feeling of my helmet buckled to my head. I thought about the feeling of running and cutting on the turf in my cleats. I wanted my dick to be just out of reach under an athletic cup, begging for practice to end so one of the guys would slam me into a locker, fully geared, and dig their tongue halfway down my throat.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed the Team. I needed football gear. I needed the guys. I was desperately craving the feeling and sound of my football pants sliding and stretching over my legs, and the smell and sound my shoulder pads hugging my body.

I got into my car and drove to the stadium, and I arrived at least two hours before practice was set to start. I walked to the stadium doors like I was walking to my own execution. I licked my dry lips, and my extremities were slightly numb. I'd barely been out of my gear for 48 hours, and I was already a complete mess. The intense cravings for gear left as I made my way through the doors and towards the locker room, and I was instead filled with a calm, focused anticipation.

Both Joey and Nick were already in the locker room, which was very early for them. I started stripping off my clothes long before reaching my locker, and threw them to floor carelessly leaving a trail to my locker. The loud metallic clang of my locker opening was comforting. I slid into my base layer, half expecting Joey or Nick to berate me for my behavior on Saturday, but they watched me in silence as I started slipping on my gear.

I put the pads into my pants, and ran my hands over the shiny smooth surface of them. I carefully sat on the bench and took my time feeling the sensation of sliding each of my legs into my pants, pulling them up, and tightening the belt, but not too tight that I couldn't tuck in the jersey later. Nick walked over to me. I pulled on my knee high socks and cleats, laced them up, and tied them. Nick pulled my jersey covered shoulder pads out of my locker, and held them up for me. I put my arms up, and Nick helped me into my shoulder pads. The familiar, comforting sweaty scent hit me the second my head entered them. Nick pulled down my pads, helped me buckle the straps, and tuck my jersey into my pants. I became aware that my dick was throbbing against the stretchy spandex in the pants. I had been so enraptured by gearing up, that I completely missed I was getting aroused.

Joey handed me my helmet from my locker. The room was still completely quiet, outside the sounds of us shuffling in our gear. I pulled it over my head, and he strapped it on me. I put in my mouthguard and bit down on it. Joey handed me his thick padded lineman gloves, and I stretched them over my hands, and then he tightly strapped them at my wrists.

"If you cum before practice, you're going to stay geared up after practice to make up for missing our Sunday activities" Joey slithered into my ear, breaking the silence.

"And you'll be spending the night worshiping the brother makes you blow your load first." Nick growled into my left ear from behind me, wrapping his arms around my my waist. "yeah, you like that, don't you?"

"yeah" I moaned, pathetically.

"First round is mine. Joey lost our bet on what time you'd show up." Nick salaciously remarked while continuing to explore my entire geared body with his hands from behind me.

"5 minutes on the clock." Joey declared to Nick, and then Joey walked to the door and left.

"Now, it's just the two of us." Nick growled. I whimpered in delight as he grabbed onto me tightly and rocked me back and forth a few times. He started lightly kissing the exposed surface of my neck, and moving his hands closer and closer to my dick, playing with my legs. I wanted him to grab my dick so badly. I grabbed his hands to move them to my dick, but he effortlessly pulled his arms free from my hands, forcefully pulled my arms behind my body lightly restraining me, and growled "I'll decide when your dick gets stroked."

"uh…huh." I whimpered, through my mouth guard as if it were a gag.

"I want to hear you say that I'm in charge." he said, placing his lips to my neck.

"Nick…" I gasped in pleasure, as he bit into my neck like a vampire, with the clear intention to mark me as his, "You're in charge."

"mmmph" he hissed, "yeah?!" lips hovering at my neck, ready to sink his teeth back into neck.

"I'll obey you and do anything you want me….ahhh," I trailed off into another moan as he took another bite of my neck.

"Yes, Alex, yes you will." He moved one of his hands over my dick, grabbed it to give a good stroke through the pants, and I immediately blew a load before he could even give it a jerk. "Damn Alex, looks like you're full. Looks like we need to milk you till you're completely empty."

He gave my dick a good stroke and I let out a loud "ahhhhhh". "I can't wait to worship you." I said, shakily, still barely holding it together through the ectasy Nick was inducing.

"Once you're good and fully milked, there will be plenty of time for worship later." He gave me another stroke, and I let out another "ahhhh". Using his free hand, he unclipped my helmet, and I pulled it the rest of the way off. He grabbed my chin with his hand and turned my head back towards him, and he sank his tongue deep into my throat.

"Oh god, Nick."

"I am your god."

"Ahh.. Nick you are my god, and I will worship…" We were interrupted by the locker room door opening.

"He's mine for the night." Nick yelled to Joey.

"Damn it. See you at practice in couple hours." Joey yelled back from the door, and left. Nick and I resumed where we'd left off.

Joe Burrow

Hold him still man.  He’s already fading, just a few more deep breaths and he’ll be begging to slip into one our jerseys and join my team.   

Showed up on the field. What field? I never played football, dont even know how to play football, but this is a football field, and it feels right, like this is where Im supposed to be, I dont even know how I got here though that dont matter to me right now. Im feelin somethin like rising up inside me its big like a wave its a memory, oh fuck, its me on the field in the lights in my Gear, the lights are shining and sizzling and all I can hear is thud thud thud pant pant pant inside my helmet and my ears are ringin from that last sack but it’s 2nd and 10 and I gotta run the play, I can do it, Im runnin the play, I can see the end zone comin up…

TOUCHDOWN!! FOR THE TEAM!!

I feel weird like happy or some shit, like Im gonna float away. Im ready for the QB to tell me whats next. Wait, I mean, how did I get here? Why am I wearin this gear?

Oh right. Cuz Im on the Team, and I gotta practice and this is practice time. The Team needs me and I need the Team.

Pic: @slaveboy27

With a single flash of his phone everything changed. All of the nerdy poster in his room changed to flags. Big muscles bulged from his body. His geeky clothes tightened into sportsgear. His brain cells burned away and fromed even more muscled. Every bit of knowledge was replaced by football rules. This jockboy is ready for the next game.

Once you’ve put on the compression pants, the shorts and the football pads you can feel it can’t you. Football Football Football. That’s all you can think of isn’t it? You’ve always felt like this haven’t you? Doesn’t it feel good to feel like this?

Doesn’t it make you feel like a jock? You like that word don’t you. The image in your head, that is who you are becoming. All you have to do is place the helmet over the head to seal the jock in your body.

You can hear it speaking, you know you want to do this. Join the team. Join the jocks.

Very grateful!!!!!!♥️♥️♥️

thanks to everyone i am so grateful

Feel how the gear becomes part of you, dude. That’s your armour out on the field, and an extension of your body off the field. It feels great right? Good. Really let the gear change you now, bro. You’re not who you were before you put it on. You’re one of us now. You’re part of the TEAM. You don’t gotta think for yourself anymore, you’re free! Just listen to coach and you’ll have a great life of playin football, working out, fuckin around with your bros, and just being happy as a dumb jock!

After-game jocks

It’s too late for your buddy, champ. He’s one with the team. And you can be too. Don’t fight it, just let him help you out the helmet on. He’s your bro, he wants what’s best for you. That’s right, you can’t fight a football player, man, look at you. You’re not as strong as the players. You’re about to be. Feel as the helmet just slips tightly around your head, feel the brain waves switching up, thoughts of football just making you blank out, forgetting everything else. You’re a football player, now, champ. Just like that. Even if you can manage to take the helmet off, which you will, eventually, so we can get you in your uniform for the big game, you’ll still be just a blank football drone, another victory for coach’s army.

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