The Big Game 3

A crowd gathered outside the football player’s locker. My plan couldn’t have been going any better, within moments I would get to witness his reaction unfold. At first he would wonder why so many people were hovering around his locker. Then, as everyone laughs, a few would give him room only to see his dick firmly taped to the locker. Of course, none of the football players were laughing. Some chuckled nervously, but they all knew something the rest of the school didn’t. This wasn’t just a simple prank to make up for the big loss the other day, this was a prank pulled because of what happened before the game.

With all of the football players gathered to go up against the school rival, Fletch had led the players in a simple ‘team building exercise.’ One by one they removed their cocks and place them into a basket. The idea behind it was simple: By offering up their unit, the team could act as a unit. The only problem was that Fletch had made one fatal mistake, he had forgotten about stuffing me in his locker. The entire act was witnessed and left the team that much more vulnerable. When they made their way to the field, I made my way to the hidden treasure trove, hoarding the gold. That night I proceeded to make sure Fletch could never win the title of most macho jock. His balls had likely been delivered to him by the coach, along with a note excusing him for the next couple of days. Shame though, that they were no longer hanging proudly on the gym flagpole. At least his cock was still in my backpack and his absence would make using it far simpler.

I clenched my fists to hide their excitement induced shaking. Fletch might not be around to witness this, but the prank was a direct result of him taking up my offer. Okay, so it was more of an ultimatum. I didn’t really have anything against the rest of the team but just giving their cocks back would have been far too simple. Instead I snuck one the team member’s dicks into Fletch’s locker with a note to make it a bit more fun while further humiliating him. As long as he sucked the guy off once a day, I would return one to its rightful owner. All he had to do was keep it from the guy and make sure it happened during school hours.

This was the first one I returned, having snuck into the school earlier this morning and taped it to his locker. The wolf was certainly in for a big surprise. I was also looking forward to watching him tear the tape off of the hairy member. It was bound to rip away his pubes in the process.

He made his way slowly to the locker and a small gap opened up just as I thought it would. Through the gap I had my first good look at the setup, only to notice that the cock I had taped there earlier was nowhere to be found. The paper was still there clear as day, but instead of the fleshy member attached to it, there was only a poorly attempted hand drawn penis. The jock ripped the note off of his locker, balled it up, and threw it into the nearest garbage pail.

I hesitated, going through all the scenarios that could have occurred. Someone must have arrived after I set it up and before others showed up. That was the only possibility, someone else ripped it down. As the crowd dispersed, I didn’t want to stick out, so I made my way to class suddenly feeling a little distraught about the twice stolen member. It was one thing when I had control over them, but now for the first time I had some understanding of what it meant to lose something. Even though it wasn’t my cock, the pit in my stomach refused to subside. Whoever had it could do just about anything they wanted to the poor thing.

I’d have to be more careful about how I returned them in the future. Or maybe I shouldn’t return them at all… at least if they all remained in my possession then I would know that they were safe. But the actual owners wouldn’t. These thoughts and more weighed heavily on my mind and stayed with me throughout the day.

I needed something to take my mind off of things. Raising my hand, I asked if I could be excused from class. My backpack hung loose over my shoulder, I made my way to the bathroom. The door creaked open, the sound resonating off of the tiled walls. An empty stall provided refuge from the outside world, the four walls became my safe haven.

I let the bag drop to the floor and pulled the zipper across the top, opening up and exposing the contents within. A small pouch within that normally carried a calculator was now inhabited by a small washcloth folded around what I was already considering to be my personal toy. The toy was already engorged, the tiger’s black and orange furred sheath matte down by sweat.

I lifted it to my nose and breathed it in, his familiar aroma already washing away the situation from earlier. The rubber band was still in place holding the frayed tiger skin together where it had been cut apart from his jewels. The wound was still in the midst of healing, bubbling out a bit as scabs formed. Fletch’s cock twitched to my touch, the veins throbbing hard. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if a macho tiger like him was used to pawing or having sex every single night.

If Fletch thought losing his balls was painful, he was about to be in for a big surprise. Inside another side pocket was a pair of supplies. The first was a small sealed plastic cup containing a thick emerald colored liquid. The second was a very thin needle. When used together, the created a makeshift tattoo device. I dipped the needle into the well and placed it on the erect cock, pushing the tip of the needle underneath the skin. As a bead of blood bubbled up to the surface, I imagined Fletch’s ears perking up wondering what new pain he was about to endure.

The dick reacted as I expected, each of the kitty barbs flared suddenly in an attempt to ward off the attack. I dabbed a bit of toilet paper across the new wound to wipe away the blood. It felt good taking back control of the situation. A bit of ink remained, trapped and spread underneath the skin, the green of the ink in stark contrast to the flesh. I continued to poke, dipping back into the ink occasionally as needed. 

All of the years the tiger spent belittling me and making me feel as though I could never be anything came to the surface. As I rounded out the curve of a letter, my mind went back to when the two of us lived within a couple blocks of each other, back to the day I realized that he wasn’t actually my friend.

I was just a kid, gullible enough to believe he actually wanted to go play in the woods. He knew I never would have expected him to leave me stranded. I jabbed the needle a little harder this time, biting back tears. Did he really have to stand there throwing stones at me? The cock jumped in my hand as if in reply, although I knew it was because I had mistakenly jabbed too far. 

At this point the toilet paper was covered in blood and the dick was beginning to deflate. It didn’t matter how pent up Fletch was, the pain must have been overwhelming. I pumped at it and managed to get it to remain hard just a few moments longer, long enough to finish the letter I was carving into his skin. The letter began to shrink and even as the toy reached its smallest state, I was happy to see that it was still distinct. The letter ‘R’ was now permanently ingrained in the flesh. There was still a lot more work to be done, but this would have to do for now. I cleaned up the remaining mess and waited for the blood to stop before wrapping it back up in cloth and stuffing it into my backpack. I stood up and faced the toilet, pawing myself off quickly at the thought that pretty soon Fletch would be left with my name carved into his dick, proving that now and for forever he would be completely mine. I’d make that dick subservient for all the things he’d done to me.

As I flushed my seed away with the bloody paper, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. Until now I’d never really thought about the anger that had pent up inside.  All of those years that I spent just taking it from this asshole. Now the tables were turned and the power couldn’t be more exhilarating. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and made my way back to class.

“Runt, can I see you in my office?” Coach’s voice cut through the silent hallway. Every bone in my body froze. If I refused, he would know that something was up, if he didn’t already know. He too had removed and placed his dick with those of the football players. As of that very moment his wrinkled and graying package was at my house, sitting inside a large container with the others. I could barely look him in the eye as we changed course and bee-lined for his office. Images of his tiny dark brown birthmark floated across my mind, it was just a little underneath the tip and could almost be mistaken for the shape of a heart. I had used him a couple of times already and seen him climax without his consent, trying to strike up a normal conversation with him was the last thing I’d wanted to do at this point. My horny side was chomping at the bit to show itself, it took every ounce of energy I had to keep myself soft and force the yiffy thoughts onto the backburner.

“I have something important to ask you.” Coach said as soon as the door shut behind us. This was it, he was going to ask if I had them and I’d have to figure out some way to lie convincingly.

“Yes coach?” I forced myself to remain calm.

“You’re the water boy of the team, but that doesn’t make you any less important than those on the field. I want you to know that we think of you as the backbone, you keep us together and strong throughout each game.” Coach kept his eyes lowered to his desk the entire time. What he was saying didn’t sound sincere in the slightest. If I was the so-called backbone of the team, then why did they treat me like shit, like I was completely invisible the entire time? I just stood there nodding.

“The team needs you.” These were not the words I was expecting to hear from the old wolf. They came out almost like he was begging.

“We all lost something very important. I need you to promise to keep what I’m about to tell you a secret.” He waited for my nod. “The football players all have a pact with each other... before every game they remove their… junk…” The coach went on to explain the entire ritual I had witnessed from the locker, leaving out the part where he removed his own, while I tried to feign surprise and confusion. He opened a drawer and pulled out the member I had taped to the locker this morning, placing it down carefully on the table.

“I found this when I got in this morning.” He announced and suddenly it was clear, coach must have arrived early and having known what happened, removed it from the locker. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he given it back?

“It belongs to one of the football players.” Coach ‘proved’ to me that he wasn’t lying by rubbing it until the cock grew hard. We both knew exactly who it belonged to, but neither of us spoke up on that subject.

“Obviously nobody is going to talk about taking them in front of our players, but I’m certain it had to be someone at this school. That’s why I need to ask you to be our eyes and ears. Do you think you could do that? It would mean a lot to these guys.” Coach was still hiding the fact that his was one of those taken. I’d have to bite him twice later for keeping that bit of information a secret.

“Certainly Coach.” I had to remind myself not to reach out for the member that lay between us.

“If you find any, bring them straight to me, this team needs to stand as one. If some of them get their dicks back and others don’t, there will be a feud between them and we can’t have any more problems.” I caught Coach subconsciously lick his lips as he went to put the cock back in his drawer.

“Will do.” I slung my backpack back over my shoulder and turned to take my leave.

“What’s that?” Coach stopped me once more. I almost didn’t want to know what he was pointing to, any number of things could have gone wrong. If Fletch had gotten hard and it showed through the bag, or if I had left the bag unzipped enough that it could show through, I could be in trouble. I turned back and my worst fears were confirmed, he was pointing at the bag. My heart began to pound out of my chest, until I saw that it was a growing ink stain he was pointing out.

“Oh… shoot…” I unzipped the side pocket and pulled out the ink container, which apparently hadn’t been fully clasped. “It was for an art project, I’ve got to go get this cleaned up. I won’t let the team down, anything I see or hear will be relayed straight back to you.” I lied through my teeth and prayed that it didn’t sound too overtly cheesy. I probably didn’t react correctly to the sight of the dick, he surely noticed. I was practically drooling over the thing.

I made my way home that evening, mulling everything over. Coach now had one and Fletch had another, but I still had control over the rest of the team, including both Coach and Fletch. I still had the upper hand.