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  As usual Cody, West Valley’s all star tight end, was the last one off of the practice field and the locker room looked deserted as he pulled off his helmet and started toward his locker. By that time Cody was so tired that all he was thinking about was how good a nice hot shower was going to feel on his sore body.

Suddenly there was a blur of action behind Cody and the next thing he knew there was a folded towel wrapped around his neck and being pulled up over his face. At first Cody thought it was one of his teammates giving him the business. “Come on guys! I'm too tired for games,” he protested weakly.

The last of Cody’s words were muffled by the towel being pulled against his nose and mouth and Cody heard dark laughter coming from behind him just before he noticed that the towel was all damp and smelly with a strong sharp hospital-like smell. What was that stuff?

“Quick! Get the bag over him!” a voice said from somewhere.

Cody looked around to see who it was, but already his vision was getting blurry and he discovered that he was too weak to fight back while a big smelly laundry bag was pulled down over his head and shoulders. Cody moaned with fear as he felt his numbed body getting even weaker from smelling the reeking towel just before he felt himself falling into somebody’s strong arms. That’s when everything just went black.

When the blackness lifted again the first thing Cody noticed was a cool breeze blowing against the hairs on his bare legs. What happened to his pants? Instinctively Cody reached down to cover himself, but that was when he discovered that he couldn't move his arms. What was going on here?

Cody opened his bleary eyes and tried to make them focus on his surroundings. This wasn't the locker room! Cody looked around at the strange room and then down at his body. There were ropes all over him. He was tied up! Who had tied him up? Cody tried to yell out that this wasn't funny, and whoever did it had better let him go right now, but all that came out of mouth was a bunch of frightened hums. He couldn't even move his lips! Fear started Cody’s body trembling and then he heard footsteps coming toward him.

“So you're finally awake,” a strange voice said.

Cody craned his head around and looked up from the floor to see two strange men standing over him. Both of them were dressed in greasy-looking garage coveralls and they both had caps pulled down over their hair. And they both had folded bandannas tied over their noses and mouths so that all Cody could see was their dark evil eyes. And then Cody got really scared when he saw that one of the men was holding a leather blackjack and the other man was holding a folded heavy belt in his hands.

“On your feet, Jock-Boy,” the one in the purple bandanna ordered.

Cody didn't move fast enough to suit them so the one in the yellow bandanna used his belt to sting Cody’s bare buns. “Lesson One. Every time you don't do what we tell you, it’s going to hurt.”

“Yea,” the purple bandanna sneered. “And we just hate hurting people.”

Both bandannas laughed as Cody struggled to get up on his knees and then managed to get his shaky legs under him so that he could stand up.

Then Purple and Yellow started walking around his vulnerable body while they slapped their instruments of pain into the palms of their hands. “Yea, I think we picked us a good one this time. He looks like he’s going to be a lot of fun,” Yellow snickered.

Cody made the mistake of getting angry and began making threatening humming noises behind his taped-over lips while he strained his muscles against the tight ropes.

Smack! The leather belt stung Cody’s buns even more this time. “But he’s not very bright, is he?” Purple laughed.

“Okay Jock-Boy, here’s the drill. We were all sitting around yesterday trying to think of a good idea for a party tonight. And then I remembered that we hadn't had a Jock Party in awhile. That’s where you come in.”

Purple’s strong hand shoved Cody down onto his knees. Poor Cody was now completely confused. He had figured out that he had been XXXX by these two rough-looking guys, but now they were talking about having a party with him. That didn't make any sense.

Then Yellow started petting Cody’s hair like he was some kind of puppy. Cody didn't like that, but he couldn't take his eyes off of that leather belt. He didn't want to get hit with that again so tried ignore the petting hand while Yellow ran off at the mouth.

“A lot of our friends will be coming over so all you have to do is to be nice and to do whatever little favors they want.”

“Yea, most of them are pretty nice guys. There’s only one who wants to turn your tight end into a wide receiver. Now be good.” Purple pushed Cody down onto the floor and then both of the bandanna men went out of the room laughing.

Cody didn't know much about such things so it took him a whole minute to figure out that last crack about making him a wide receiver. Oh no! Cody could never do that!

Filled with panic, Cody began to strain and struggle against the tight ropes and he rolled all around on the floor, but all he managed to do was to make a lot of noise which brought the bandanna men back into the room.

“I told you he couldn't be trusted,” Yellow complained.

“It doesn't matter. We got to get him changed into his costume for the party anyway,” Purple wasn't perturbed. “Okay Jock-Boy, I'll give you a choice.”

Cody looked up from the floor to see Purple holding his cruel looking blackjack in one hand and a small can with a small spout in the other.

“We're going to put you back to XXXX. Which one do you want?”

Cody didn't want either one, but that blackjack really scared him, so he pointed his nose at the little can and made some humming noises behind the tape.

“All right, you do it,” Purple handed the can to Yellow who was already happily holding somebody’s old sock.

Purple pulled Cody up and padded the sock over his nose. Then he opened the little spout on the can and began dripping some really foul-smelling liquid onto the sock. “Come on little puppy, give me some nice sniffs.”

Cody didn't want to, but he couldn't stop the sharp-smelling fumes from sneaking into his nose and soon he was feeling very foggy and XXXX and so he only half heard Purple laughing.

“That’s a good boy. Once we get you dressed up in your nice puppy-dog costume, you can even wag your little tail.”

The drips kept falling onto the smelly sock and poor Cody felt himself slipping down into a dark world that he had never visited before.

THE END

Cody played by Jake

Photography by Caitiff

 tags:  tape gag , jock, sports gear, football, butt