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 So far, so good. All of the South Bay Constrictors were out on the playing field, their locker room was deathly quiet, and all I needed to do was a little soft shoe into their Coach’s office and their secret playbook would be mine.

“Hey, I know you,” a voice stopped me in my tracks.

My heart sunk right down into my jock as I turned to see Crashway Jones, one of the Constrictor’s defensive tackles.

“You're Wrassle de Grippe from the Pronghorns!” Crashway pointed a big finger at me.

“Oh hi,” I tried to play innocent. “I was looking for your bathroom.”

The defensive tackle wasn't buying it. “You're a spy!” All of a sudden he hit me with “de fence and de tackle” and a bunch of bright lights started popping in front of my eyes. Then all of the lights went out and it got really dark.

When I opened my eyes again there was a whole mess of Constrictors standing over me like a nest of writhing snakes.

“Hey fellas, you've got me all wrong.” I tried to put my hands up to show them that I was harmless and that was when I discovered that my hands were now tied behind my back. “Hey, what gives?”

“Caught you red-handed, didn't we Grippe?” their Team Captain sneered at me.

“Look guys, this isn't funny,” I had to talk fast.

“Shut up Grippe! No, don’t shut up. Open your mouth real wide. We want to check your tonsils.”

“My tons—Mmmph!”

Big meaty fingers started pulling my lips open and then thick thumbs started shoving this enormous ball of cloth into my mouth, XXXX me to spread my lips wider and wider until I could feel that cloth pushing back against my tonsils.

“Gimme that rag,” I heard Crashway growl.

Then one or two of them held my head while Crashway’s big clumsy fingers spread another piece of cloth over my cloth-stretched lips and then wrapped and tied that cloth all around my neck so that it was XXXX the first big lump of cloth deeper into my mouth.

“That’s good,” Crashway the cheerleader told the others. “Now grab his legs.”

All at once I was being pulled down onto the floor while big hands pawed at my body, pulled my legs together, and I think a couple of them were kneeling on me while other hands wrapped my ankles up tight with a lot of rope.

Then Crashway grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to look into his angry eyes. “You know we're going to have to teach you a lesson, don’t you Grippe?”

I moaned into the ball of cloth that was wedged into my mouth and tried to move my lips against the cloth that was tightly tied over my mouth, but I couldn't even beg them to let me go. I could only make whimpering sounds like a little puppy that’s done something wrong.

But Crashway had no sympathy for me. “More rope,” he ordered.

Then some of their strong hands grabbed my chest and some other hands grabbed my tied feet, and then they started to bend me right in half until I gave a muffled scream into the choking gag because I thought they were going to break my back.

They let go of me then, but my body couldn't move. They had tied me tight in such a way that every movement of my feet was pulling on my tied hands and trying to yank my arms right out of my shoulders.

“Don’t go nowhere,” Crashway advised me. “Team huddle,” he told the others.

Then all of the Constrictors moved their writhing nest to the other side of the room and turned their backs on me so that I couldn't see their faces. But I could hear their words as they argued back and forth.

“Let’s take him out and hang him by his ankles from the goal posts. It'll be dark soon so no one will see him out there until morning,” one person suggested.

I didn't like the sound of that so I began rolling around on the floor and tried to pull my hands free from the tight ropes.

“No,” another one offered. “I can rig the whirlpool so that it is so hot you can broil lobster. Let’s put him in the whirlpool.”

They were all crazy. I didn't want to be a lobster! The ropes wouldn't come loose, but maybe if I could get all of this cloth out of my mouth, I could call for help.

“No, no,” another one insisted. “Let’s tie him up and blindfold and gag him with our dirty jocks. I've got some itching powder we can put on the jocks so he'll scratch himself crazy.”

Sick, really sick! I began rubbing the cloth covering my mouth up against my shoulders and the floor while at the same time I was trying to use my tongue to dislodge the soggy mass of cloth from where it was now wedged to the roof of my mouth.

“That would take too long. I say we just stuff him into one of those big equipment bags with some rocks and stuff and then take him out to Silver Lake. You know that guy who drowned out there last year? They still haven't found his body.”

Bodies, they were talking about bodies as in “dead bodies,” as in my dead body!

All at once I felt the cloth starting to slip down off of my mouth. I grunted and struggled and rubbed it some more against my shoulder. It was starting to give! More and more it slipped down until it was all the way down below my lips.

But then the Constrictors all untangled themselves from each other, turned around, and started walking slowly toward me. And maybe it was just my frightened imagination, but I could swear that I could hear them all hissing and snickering as they came closer and closer.

Desperate now, I managed to hook my tongue behind the soggy mass of cloth inside my mouth and pushed and pushed. Then all at once I felt the slimy cloth slipping down over my lips until it began dribbling down over my chin. I spit it out of my mouth just in time to see all of the Constrictors standing over me with sick smiles on their faces.

“Police…!” I screamed. “Police…! Police…!” I screamed as loud as I could...

THE END

Wrassle de Gripp played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff