Hi! My name is Matt and I am a starting forward for Viking basketball. This is gonna be an exciting season for us, a season we've all anticipated for a long time. Parents and fans have been saying for years that this would be the year the stars aligned for the Vikings. See, this year is my senior year, along with nine other guys. Our starting five (Aaron, Jason, Luke, Chad and I) have been playing together since the junior leagues and have had eight seasons to work together to form a dominate unit. Last season, we all started varsity and led the team to a 26-4 record, losing in the state quarterfinals. This year everyone in the state expects us to win the small school division with the five of us returning, plus five more seniors and a pair of juniors.
Today is the first day of practice for the squad. Okay, so some of us have been practicing since last season ended, but for the team, this is it. I'll admit, it kinda sucks, because our football team is still playing, so Jason, Luke and a few reserves are gonna be missing from practice. Having only eight players active right now sucks because we've got to workout with the JV team, but it gives some of the other guys an opportunity to step up.
What a practice! Coach Kerrigan wanted to see where we stood, so he gave us an early season conditioning test. First, all guards have to be able to run the mile in 5:45, with forwards clocking in at 6:00. After that, he felt the need to have us run sets of suicides until half the squad was on the verge of puking. He finally dismissed us, giving us tomorrow off for the big state playoff football game. How generous of him!
We got down to the locker room after practice and I was chatting with Ryan, one of the reserves whose locker is next to mine. Okay, reserve is a bit of an understatement, he's one of the guys that only gets in when we're up by 30 in the 4th, but as is he's a good guy and has a pretty hot girlfriend. Ryan and I were discussing our plans for tomorrow night's game as we changed. I took off my shirt, then put my feet up on the bench to untie my shoes and take them off. After taking my shoes off, I turned towards Ryan (as any normal person having a conversation would). Surprisingly, I found myself looking past him and seeing Chris sitting on the bench changing. I found myself mesmerized for a moment, staring at him sitting there in nothing but a pair of deep maroon spandex shorts. It was almost like I was in a trance...
"Hey, buddy, you gonna get up the courage to ask out Gina Tobias?" Ryan asked, punching me in the arm and waking me from my daze. I shrugged off his question, as I did my little staring session. See I don't know why I found the need to stare at Chris for that moment, nor did I care. I knew I was straight as an arrow, so it didn't really make a difference.
Even though the football team lost, coach felt the need to give the guys today off, just as a congrats thing. So, today was the last day we had to put up with second-stringers filling out our starting five. With Jason and Luke missing, coach had moved me from my usual three-spot to Luke's four-spot, while filling Eric in for Jason and Chris in my spot.
After practice, we hit the locker room. Lance, another reserve, walked past Chris and Ryan (his locker was on the other side of me from Ryan). As he passed them, he told Chris good job and that he could take it easy, seeing as it was only practice.
"I'm not going to take it easy. I'm gonna start small forward this year." Chris responded. Without even thinking I laughed. "What you think just because you guys have been the five since you were nine years old that you are still the best five 18-year olds in town?" I just shook my head for a moment.
"Chris there is no way you will start over me," I said, stating the facts. He was angry, it seemed, almost on the verge of tears.
"Yeah, Chris, what are you going to do, hypnotize him to suck?" Ryan asked. I was gonna leave it alone, but Chris was kind of a nerd. A few weeks back he gave this really...weird is the only term that comes to mind...presentation in science about how drugs injected into the body can alter one's makeup and make them like a mindless slave or something. There was also some crap about how viewing sexual stimuli men become entranced. I liked that part with the pictures of half-naked women being allowed in school.
Anyhow, Chris was so angered by Ryan's comments he didn't say another word, in fact he barely finished changing. He hadn't even taken his spandex shorts off before sliding on his jeans and heading out for the night.
Our first real practice as a team and everything was finally back to normal. We finished up our drills and ran our first real scrimmage of the season and after satisfying coach that the school's first state championship was less than five months away, he dismissed us. As we headed for the locker room, coach yelled out for Jason to stay behind. Chris also lagged behind in the gym. When we got downstairs, Ryan quickly asked me what that was about, but I didn't have a clue.
"Chris asked coach about getting help with free throws, and since Jason is the best at the line on the team, he drew tutor duty." Luke responded. Without a second thought, we all finished changing, and as I headed up the stairs to head back through the gym to my car, Chris and Jason headed for the locker room.
As practice wound down, coach said that we needed to make sure we were not only in shape for the season, but that bodies would be able to reach for every rebound or loose ball all season. Therefore, we had to do stretching exercises. We all partnered up and were doing our exercises, when I looked over and happened upon Chris and Jason stretching together. It wasn't so much that, yeah first off I had never really seen those two hang out before, but more over that Jason was on the floor with his leg up doing the stretch, the leg of his basketball shorts slid down towards his waist, revealing his muscular thighs encased in shiny white spandex.
So, okay, no big deal, Jason's wearing spandex under his uniform shorts, right? Well, see the thing is, with all of us being so close since junior leagues, we all usually wore the exact same clothing for games, kind of a team unity thing. And, well, had I not noticed Chris' spandex the other day, I would have thought Jason was the only one on the team wearing them.
Practice finished, I changed, and we were all trickling out of the locker room. I got across the gym and almost to my car when I realized I had left my history book in my locker. Coach had hit the lights, so I hustled across the darkened gymnasium and down the stairs to the my locker, and retrieved my book. As I approached the stairs, I heard someone screaming from downstairs.
"No, no, please!" the voice hollered. Being a good samaritan, I dropped my bag and ran down the stairs to the JV locker room. The door was shut and when I flung it open, I found Chris and Jason standing with Eric in between them.
"Everything all right, I heard yelling," I asked. Chris looked at me.
"It's fine, we were just down here messing with some people," he replied. I nodded my head and stood there for a second-I honestly don't know why, not like I was a teacher trying to get the truth from the kids. I turned and walked away finally, but just as I was turning away, Jason moved slightly, so out of the corner of my eye, I caught Eric sliding on a pair of spandex briefs in between the two of them.
The next day at practice, coach paired us up in groups, with one starter working with a reserve on various things. The guards worked on ball-handling, the big guys on post moves and Ryan and I got stuck with just shooting drills.
"No one leaves until I reach your station!" coach demanded. Well, coach dismissed the guards first, letting Eric, Aaron, Josh and Jason go. Being the perfectionist he is, coach made Ryan and I stay for a few minutes so I had the "right touch" on my jumpers. Finally we were dismissed and he headed to the post players, while Ryan and I headed to the locker room.
I led the way down the stairs and as I got into view of our team lockers, the first thing I noticed was Eric, standing down at the end with Aaron. Now this isn't exactly unnormal, excepting that Eric is #20, and our lockers go by our jersey number, so he should have been two or three lockers down. As I reached the bottom he walked toward his locker, but I swear he had had his hand on Aaron's ass. As Eric walked behind the island of football lockers and out of view, Josh emerged from behind them. I thought this was a little odd, seeing as Josh had the first basketball locker that was completely visible from the door, but then reclassified it as really odd, because I noticed Josh was wearing a very tight pair of white spandex. I averted my eyes from Josh and his shorts, but when I tried to look the other way, it was almost as though I...I couldn't control myself. I found myself staring at Aaron's ass, which was completely gripped in shiny maroon spandex. I can admit, Aaron was a pretty attractive guy with a good body. He stood 5'8" and weighed 160 pounds. He had one of those toned bodies that every guy secretly wished for but never had. But now I did have it, or at least to stare at. As I found myself practically getting lost on his cheeks, he turned around. Wow, Aaron's well endowed, I thought to myself...and spandex shorts must really turn him on I muttered to myself. For a brief moment, I stared at his package, hard and encapsulated in the spandex, before realizing I was getting hard myself. For a second I lost myself, then came to the realization that I was checking out my teammate. I quickly looked up and shook myself out of this trance, and as I walked by Aaron towards my locker, I saw that he had been watching me the whole time, though he didn't say anything.
"Hey, we hanging out this weekend," I asked, trying to cover the awkwardness. As I looked up I caught his eyes. I had never noticed how deep blue they were. They were almost like an ocean...I found myself slipping again before he responded.
"Maybe...we'll see" he replied. He shut his locker and walked off. I found my locker and Ryan was standing at his (next to mine) changing. After a few moments, my cock returned to it vegetative state and I found myself thinking clearly.
"Something weird is going on," I said to Ryan. He nodded.
"Yeah, it is. Jason just brushed his hand up against my package and said 'soon'" Ryan replied.
"I think it has to do with Chris...and spandex" I responded. "Maybe we should talk with him?" Ryan agreed and since the post players were going to be a few minutes, we went to the lobby to grab a drink. On the way, I told him the weird story about the yelling and how when I got to the JV locker room I found Chris, Jason and Eric and I could have sworn Eric was pulling up a pair of spandex. Ryan agreed with me that something fishy was definitely going on. We headed back down towards the locker room and encountered Luke and Lance on the way. They lamented about how Chad (our center) was going to be late out tonight because Chris couldn't figure out his stuff. So we chatted with them a few moments before heading down to the locker room.
We arrived in the locker room and quietly walked towards our lockers (and subsequently Chris'). As we went to round the corner, we both stopped and slipped behind the island of lockers. What was this we were seeing? Chad, our 6'6", muscle bodied center, was bent over the locker room bench...taking Chris' cock in his ass. We both looked at Chad, noticing the glazed over look in his eyes. What had Chris done to him? Before we could think anymore, Chris spoke.
"In a moment, when I injected my cum into you, you will become my slave," he told a dazed Chad. Chris began tensing up. "You will do my bidding and do it well," he said, throwing his head back and unloading his juices into Chad's ass. Suddenly, the seemingly emotionless Chad screamed and then fell forward on the floor. Chris stepped over to Chad's seemingly limp body, put his hands under his armpits and assisted him to his feet. Chad bent over, exposing his naked ass to us, then pulled up a shiny pair of maroon spandex over his body.
Chris turned Chad around, and we saw Chad from the front. I found myself staring at his throbbing cock. Man he wasn't just muscular, he was hung! Chris patted Chad on the shoulder.
"You're now one of us," he said.
"Yes, master," Chad replied.