suitedstuds-and-studsindistress: Mark Banning was the school stud. The favourite amongst the girls a
suitedstuds-and-studsindistress: Mark Banning was the school stud. The favourite amongst the girls and the star of the school wrestling team. He had it all, money, looks, a body to die for, popularity among his peers and the brightest of futures to look forward to. He’d already been accepted into the most prestigious of colleges after school had finished but his arrogance had become untenable to his team mates. He’d always been pretty sure of himself but lately he’d become unbearable & his ego knew no bounds. When one of the longest standing members of the team had to leave on medical grounds, the school had drafted in a new pupil to take his place. Louis fit into the team with great ease. The other boys had taken well to the newcomer and admired his skills on the mat, they’d even been accepting of him when he came out to them as gay, everyone that is but Mark. The idea of wrestling practice with a gay turned Mark’s stomach so he set out to make the new boy’s life a misery. His reign of terror both psychologically as well as physically was relentless and Louis took it all with dignity in the face of abject humiliation. He knew he’d have to face guys like Mark, not just in school but in life beyond school. The only way to beat them was to play them at their own game and win. He’d confided this to his fellow teammates and after Louis had gone. They devised a plan. Mark was in bed with his father’s girlfriend when the text came in from coach telling him that tomorrow’s practice had been moved up to tonight. Mark zipped up and headed down to the school. When he got there however, he couldn’t see anybody else in sight. The door to the gymnasium was open though so he let himself in. Typical. Called him away from a prime piece of pussy and now they were late. Just then he heard the door slam behind him. He turned to face his teammates. “Ok, finally, we can get started” he began as he slid off his letter jacket. Thad, his vice Captain stopped him in his tracks. “Change of plan Mark. You see the boys and I have been talking and we’ve agreed we’ve lost faith in you as our captain. We don’t think you’ve shown much leadership of late. We think a new captain is called for and we’ve agreed on Louis” Mark was disgusted. “Louis? That faggot! No, no it’s not happening. Not on my watch. Rules state that unless a captain wishes to resign or is removed from the team from the school, the only way he can be superseded by anyone is by losing a wrestling match and I’m not wrestling that queer and even if I was, he wouldn’t be beating me” “We’ll see” smiled Thad as the boys circled Mark. “No. Guys, no. What is this? Think about what you’re doing” Suddenly, like a starving pack of lions attacking a buffalo, the lads seized the cocky stud and dragged him kicking and screaming into a small classroom. As Mark was barrelled through the door head first he could see a wrestling ring had been laid out and stood waiting for him in a skimpy wrestling pouch was a smirking Louis. “No. No,no,no,no” Cried a panicked Mark as he was thrown into the middle of the ring. “Strip” barked Thad. Throwing a silken pouch at Mark for him to change into. “Forget it” snarled Mark charging for the door but the lads grabbed him again and threw him back to the floor. “Thad, how could you do this to me?” Sobbed Mark. Thad crouched by the fallen stud’s side. “You did this to yourself” Thad turned to the team. “He won’t strip himself. Strip him boys” The lads piled in on a terrified Mark, tearing the designer threads from his impressive body. Mark looked up at Louis who was smiling down at him. “I suppose you’re enjoying the show fag?” He quickly pulled on the pouch to cover his crotch that thanks to a combination of fear & years of steroid abuse had shrivelled to embarrassingly small proportions. He climbed to his feet and faced his opponent and took his stance. Hoping to get this over with quickly and win back the respect and loyalty of his team, not to mention not having the touch of this queer all over him for longer than necessary, Mark lunged in impetuously. Clumsily fumbling with Louis rather than getting control of him, Louis easily slipped out of his grip and threw Mark to the mat. Mark quickly recovered and leapt to his feet. The team watched on as the boys circled each other. Mark lurched forward grabbing Louis tight. Louis struggled to shake Mark off as he dragged him down to the centre of the circle but his strength wasn’t a match for Mark’s and Mark knew it. Mark leant into Louis’ ear. “How does this feel gay boy?” He sneered. Louis smiled. “It feels great - I can feel your dick pressing against my ass” Sick to his stomach Mark was distracted enough for Louis to get the drop on him, hurling him over his head and down hard on the Mat. Mark scrambled to recover but it was too late, Louis loomed up behind him and seized the panicked boy in a head lock. Mark bucked and wriggled within his impossibly tight embrace. This couldn’t be happening. Where had Louis’ sudden surge of strength come from. He struggled trying desperately to escape but it was no use, without the usual spandex uniforms and with their bodies soaked in each other’s sweat, he just couldn’t get the grip he needed to prize himself free. Suddenly Mark realised that his time was up, he was finished as a captain, finished in school. His reputation would be in tatters. He’d be a complete joke. Everything he’d worked so hard to achieve was now nothing more than ash on a breeze. “Stop” he wheezed “Please stop” but Louis was no longer listening. He was going to finish Mark Banning for good. Mark raised his arms, surrendering the match but Louis refused to relinquish his grip. The last thing Mark saw before he passed out were the faces on his former teammates - they were smiling. When Mark finally came to he was tied, face down, to a bench press in the school gym. It took him a minute to realise this and a further two minutes to focus on Louis who was sat on the bench across from him. He was completely naked. When Mark realised this a bolt of energy burst through him and he began frantically fighting his restraints. “No” he cried “Where are the boys? Get me the fuck outta here!” But Louis calmly approached the bench. “I’m sorry Mark but the boys went home for the night. They have a meet coming up and needed their rest. That’s not going to be an issue for you though - not anymore” Mark began to sob. “Look, you’ve got what you wanted. I’m off the team, I’ve lost everything. Just let me go and we’ll say no more about it” Louis laughed. “Oh yeah & you’ll just go back to your usual ways. Porking your way through life, spending your father’s hard earned money. - hell you’ll never have to even get a job & pay your own way. You’ll soon forget about all this. Soon move on and you would never really have learned just what it is to suffer at the hands of another.” “I won’t. I swear” tried to reason Mark. “Lesson learned” “I don’t think so” cooed Louis moving around the bench. Placing his index finger under Mark’s chin, then seductively running it around his face, up onto his broad shoulders and down his spine to the top of his strong, hard buttocks, teasing the silken fabric of Mark’s flimsy pouch back to expose his impressive gluteus. “NO!” Mark cried. “PLEASE, SOMEBODY, HELP ME!” But nobody was coming to help him now. School was very much out! -- source link