The Big Game

It wasn’t my fault he decided to shove me into one of the lockers on the day of their big game. To them, I was nothing more than the water boy. Too small to ever be considered for a real position on the football team. My name, Runt, was fitting. For as long as I remember I was always smaller than my classmates. Wolves were supposed to grow bigger and stronger than most, but somehow I got the short end of the stick along the way. It was like some cruel joke, like I was meant to be the cute one, not the strong one.

“Hey Runt, want to know what a real football player’s locker smells like?” Fletch was one of the largest and dirtiest guys on the team, and a real bully to boot. Whenever he spoke, others listened. My ears perked up and I tried to protest but it was of no use, he easily picked me up with one hand and threw me into his locker. The door slammed shut and I heard the dial spin, sealing it from the outside. I had learned by now that nobody other than Fletch and the coach could let me out, and over time I’d come to find that there were ways I could finagle the lock so that it would unhook from the inside. Normally I would have unlatched it and stepped right out, but something in me broke and instead I sat there sniffling quietly as the coach came in to give his pep talk.

“Alright guys, we are going to go out there and give them a taste of the black and blue!” At this point I would normally have been elsewhere, filling up the water jug or getting things ready for the big game, maybe even filling in for our mascot on occasion. Anywhere but the locker room. What came next took me by complete surprise. Light flooded through the tiny slits that allowed me to see out into the locker room, watching as the entire team began stripping down to their jockstraps. The coach had what looked like a giant hamper and he began by passing it to the newer members of the team.

“As a team, we bond as one. In order to show our bonding we must open ourselves up to our teammates and make ourselves vulnerable to each other. Only then can we act as a single entity.” The first teammate, a raccoon in my year named Dave placed the bucket down onto the bench in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reaching into his jock strap and pulling out his bits. I watched him give a small tug and felt a pain in my own crotch as the entire package, balls and all, separated from his body.  He passed the bucket to the next teammate, a lion a year ahead of us, who did the same with his own. As the bucket continued to get passed around, it filled with cocks of all shapes and sizes, some wolves, foxes, some were slightly hard and others were small and soft. Every so often some of the teammates would joke and punch each other, claiming that someone had forced theirs to touch on purpose. This joking ceased as Fletch took the bucket and gave it a hard shake, shifting everyone’s manhood without care. A few teammates blushed and I wondered if perhaps the jostling had made them hard.

“As you all know, we have our yearly wager with this school. Winner takes one dick from the losing team as a trophy. It will be on display in the winning team’s display case for the semester. I will now select the trophy.”

“What about yours?” Dave asked, drawing gasps from the rest of the team.

“I’m the team captain, mine is off limits.” Fletch reached in and used his big paws to sift through the pile of cocks. “Hmm, seems we have someone who gets excited at the thought of becoming a trophy.” He pulled a very hard raccoon cock from the bunch, the balls dangling down in an overstretched sac underneath. Dave’s whiskers turned down and his ears dropped as he realized that his inability to control himself with all of the touching and shifting had volunteered him. The team placed his cock inside a case as Fletch removed his own cock. I squinted to get a better look at it, always wondering what a strong bully like him might have been hiding underneath his jock strap. Even flaccid it looked like a beast. I had always held out hope that somehow with life handed to him on a silver platter he would have had one aspect that wasn’t impressive. The skin of the tiger’s cock was flawless, speckled slightly with black amid the orange fur, he must have been at least twice the size of the second largest person on the team and everyone knew it. A few teammates let out a small oomph as his meat landed hard on top of theirs. Nobody complained and nobody appeared shocked, this must have been a ritual they went through before every game.

“Come on coach! We aren’t a team unless everyone does it!” The players cheered on the coach, who shook his head and finally gave in to the peer pressure. He reached into his loose fitting sports pants and detached his smaller, graying cock, letting it drop in with the rest.

“Okay, it’s game time! Black and Blue!” Cheers erupted from the team as Fletch placed the hamper down inside a small closet marked ‘dirty jocks.’ At first it seemed strange that they would leave them unattended throughout the entire football game, but then as I thought about it, I started to realize that it was perfect. Who would ever go looking in the dirty jockstraps? Laundry was done on the weekends, and no other team used the locker rooms during football matches, it was the perfect hiding place. That is, as long as you didn’t accidentally let the water boy see what you were doing before the game.

The team quickly changed into their uniforms and filed out of the locker room. I bit my lip and waited for a moment to make sure I was the only one left before unlatching the locker and letting myself out. I made my way over to the dirty jocks closet.

“Fletch practically invited me to help myself.” I said out loud, convincing myself that it was okay to take a look inside. I knew the timing of the games perfectly, right now they would be heading out onto the field to run the first play and since it was a home game. That meant the offense would be on the field, and so would Fletch.

I opened the door and peeked down into the hamper, they hadn’t even thrown a towel over it as a disguise. Hanging out there for anyone to see was a hamper filled with cocks and right on top sat a large tiger rod with heavy orbs underneath. My mouth watered and I had to remind myself to swallow before I accidentally drooled on the magnificent beast.

Everyone appeared to be flaccid at this point, likely concentrating more on the game than whether or not their balls were touching. I could have just taken Fletch’s and given him a taste of his own medicine, but something prompted me to take the entire hamper. I slowly picked it up, careful not to move too fast or shift anyone around, with the slight movement they would likely just think that it was just the adrenaline from the game.

 It would be impossible to take all of these through the school without anyone noticing. I would have to move them over into my backpack if I wanted to get them all out of here. The problem was that as soon as one of them felt something, they would alert everyone else. That’s when I came up with my plan. If they could still feel everything, that meant I had a built in perfect way of keeping them from being able to talk.

I opened my backpack and started by picking up Fletch’s cock by the shaft. I swung it hard and heard the smack as his two large orbs made contact with the tiled floor. The cock flinched in my hand growing smaller, the orbs drawing up tight in the sac. There was no doubt in my mind that Fletch was now sprawled out on the field in pain. I’d only have a few minutes now, the rest of the team will rush to his side and nobody will be paying attention to what they are remotely feeling. The team was one, and they would stay by his side until they found out why he was in such pain. I threw the tiger rod into my pack and began dumping the rest in after it.

My bag was filled to the brim when I finally began zipping it up. The zipper crested the top of the back and then got stuck and wouldn’t move any further. I pulled a few more times before unzipping it partially, the foreskin of a wolf had gotten caught. I pushed it in as much as I could and pulled the zipper across the top, this time it fully closed. The rest of them had to have figured out what was happening by now and was no doubt making their way to the locker room. With one swing, I whacked the bag against a bunch of lockers which should have sent most of them to their knees.

I ran away from the locker room and didn’t look back, hoping that none of them had a clue that it was me who learned their little secret ritual.  It wasn’t until I made it back home and up into my room that it really dawned on me what I had done. I had just stolen the cock and balls of every player on the football team, including the coach. I locked the door to my room and dropped my bag on the bed, slowly unzipping it to view my prizes. I pulled each one out slowly, laying them on my bed carefully. All in all there were four wolves (one with a bit of dried blood), five different bears, a couple foxes, a deer, a lion, Fletch’s tiger rod, and the coach’s older wolf set. It was like hitting the jackpot of living dildos.

“We are going to have so much fun.” I picked up Fletch and rubbed it up against my chest fur, coaxing it out of his sheath. I pulled out a rubber band, waiting until it felt as though he was at his hardest. I could only imagine the shocked look on all of their faces as they returned to the locker room to find that the hamper was empty. “Just try to act like the big man on campus once you’re neutered.” Every mischievous bone in my body was aching to get him back for all of the torment he had put me through. I slowly wrapped the loose rubber band around his sac, pulling the balls away from the rod. With a small twist, I doubled the tension, then doubled it again, wrapping the rubber band tighter around the sac.

When I couldn’t twist it any tighter, I began on a second one, leaving only a half inch of skin between the two. I then took a step back and looked at my masterpiece. The balls strained against the small amount of room they had as blood flow was cut off completely. If everything I had read on the internet was true, pretty soon the numbing would kick in, his balls would turn purple and then it would be ready.

I kept a pair of scissors out, fondling myself until I was rock hard, rubbing his thick shaft against my own in a strange attempt at foreplay. I let out a small moan, reaching the edge with tremendous speed, unable to take my mind off of the humiliation I was bringing upon the tiger. My orgasm came hard and fast, spilling my seed out onto the tiger’s junk and claiming it as my own. My scent would never completely wash out of the tiger’s fur. Fletch’s balls were throbbing and purple, I knew it was time. I pulled the sac away from the shaft with one hand and with the other quickly brought the two blades of the scissors together, tearing straight through the leather like skin. Both halves were tied off tightly by the rubber bands I had placed, only a drop of blood spilling out from either.

“Big man on campus? Not anymore.” I squeezed the two orbs but there was no response from either them or the rod that was now shrinking on the bed. “Oh no you don’t.” I picked up the tiger cock and rubbed it until it was hard once more. I wanted to force him to enjoy being turned into a gelding. I placed his lifeless sac down onto the bed and couldn’t help but wonder… what next?