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"MMMOHHHHl"
Mike tried to focus his eyes, blearily staring around him. What the hell had happened to him? He had had a great game, driving in five runs including a grand slam against that snivelling idiot Hudson. He had been putting his gear in the trunk of his car, getting ready to join the guys for a few celebratory brews at Hannigan’s, when BAM, something had hit him in the back of the head. He had been conscious of falling forward, and then everything had turned black. Now as he drifted back to consciousness, with his pounding as if it were going to explode, he tried to take in his surroundings. This sure as hell wasn’t Hannigan’s. He had never seen this place before. Mike tried to rub the back of his head, where the waves of pain seemed to be originating, but to his dismay he realized that he couldn’t move his hands. Oh crap, he thought, his mind still a trifle disoriented from the blow to his head, I’m XXXX – can’t move. What happened, what happened? Mike moaned again, and gingerly shook his head. It hurt like the dickens, but the movement helped to dispel the cobwebs in his mind. He wasn’t XXXX – he was tied up and gagged! Were the guys playing some stupid trick on him? If so, they were going to regret it.


"Well well, it seems like XXXX Beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. How do you feel, big boy? Humiliated? You haven’t seen anything yet, you arrogant bastard."
Oh double crap. Mike stared at the figure in front of him. Barry Hudson! The weird pitcher from the Double Eagles. Mike had heard stories about this guy, how he threw tantrums at the slightest provocation. The guy had been thrown out of more than a few games because of the threats that he had made against the umps, members from the opposing team, members of his own team, spectators…the list went on and on. Now he was standing in front of Mike, his piggy little eyes flashing, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued the hapless first baseman.


"You think you’re such a fucking hot shot, don’t you? Hitting all of those pitches – making me look like a fool. Getting me tossed in the 3rd inning. I’ve got new for you buddy. I’m going to fix you and fix you good."
Mike felt a frisson of fear spread through his muscular and helpless body as he listened to Hudson rant and rave. The pitcher was obviously a certifiable loony, and the fact that he was sucking down beer at an alarming rate didn’t make the situation any better. Being in the clutches of a XXXX lunatic wasn’t Mike’s idea of having a good time. When Hudson staggered off to get yet another beer, Mike decided that it might be a good idea to get out of this place, and the sooner he did so, the better. He grunted and heaved as he dragged his bound body into an upright position. Damn, these ropes were tight, and the gag was even worse. Hudson had stuffed some kind of disgustingly foul tasting rag into Mike’s mouth, and then covered it with another strip of cloth. It would be a great relief to get rid of the gag and the ropes, but first he had to get out of here. He took a tentative hop, and was relieved to find that he was still standing up. This wouldn’t be too hard he thought, as he began taking little bunny hops towards the door. He would be out of here in no…OMMMMPHHH!


Mike lay on the floor, gasping for breath, the wind XXXX from his body by Hudson’s tackle. The piggy-eyed pitcher had him pinned to the floor, breathing beer fumes. Mike wriggled under him, uncomfortably aware of Hudson’s heavy body covering his. Hmm, what was that he felt against this ass? Was Hudson carrying a flashlight in his pocket?
"No way, buddy. You’re not going anywhere, not until I’m finished with you. But I gotta make sure you don’t go wondering any more. I can’t have you see what’s going on, can I?"
Mike found these words to be a trifle ominous, rendered more ominous when Hudson wrapped a strip of white cloth around his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. What things didn’t Hudson want him to see?
"You’ve got a nice firm ass, Johnston, just the way I like them. But let me see what else you’ve got on under that tatty old uniform. 

"GGGWWMAH! ARRGGHHH! GMMURMMPHHANDSMMAWAY!"
Mike protested through his stuffed mouth as he felt the pitcher’s big rough hands roam over his smooth chest and chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples. He gave a squawk of surprise as something hot and wet engulfed first one nipple, and then the other. Oh, what was that wet thing running down his stomach, digging around in his navel. Oh OH MY!


"Come on, let me see some more of you, stud. Let’s get the rest of this shit off of you."
Mike was dragged upright and had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and then he was thrown onto his back. Hudson started fumbling with the buckle of Mike’s belt. Oh no, not that! He wasn’t going to, he wouldn’t dare….
"GGGMNOOOO! GUSHTOPPMTHATMRIGHTMNOW!"
"Mmmm, nice, really nice. Too bad you have to cover up those legs when you play, asshole. And that butt looks as good as it felt. Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to have a good old time tonight."


Mike sobbed into his gag as Hudson dragged his pants down to his knees and then began manhandling Mike’s unprotected ass. Ohhh, what was he doing now. OH MY GOD! What was he doing? Mike began squirming as Hudson’s tongue began exploring very private places on Mike’s body, places where no tongue had gone before. The studly first baseman could only moan and struggle impotently as his body was invaded. At this point Mike was wishing that he was impotent as his jockstrap suddenly became uncomfortably tight. He wailed into his gag as the jockstrap was pulled down. Oh Christ, he thought. Holy rummoli! Oh my, that felt good. Who would have thought that Hudson could be so talented? He was a lousy pitcher, but he was definitely extremely good at what he was doing now. Mike huffed and puffed as he was getting blown down.


"UNNNHHHHHUNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Huh, so you just scored another grand slam, did you? You are an eager beaver, aren’t you? Too bad I’m not in so much of a hurry myself. Now, lets get those pants off, all the way."
Mike didn’t put up any resistance as his ankles were unbound and his pants torn off. He was totally XXXX and for some odd reason was feeling completely drained of energy. Perhaps it wasn’t so odd considering what had just happened to him. He didn’t put up any resistance as Hudson flipped him onto his stomach and hog-tied. Mmmm, he could go to XXXX right now, even though he was all tied up and gagged. Yes, he was feeling sooooo relaxed. He couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag at the moment.


"Mmmmm, I’m really glad that I pitched that ball at the back of your head. Too bad that my aim wasn’t so good in the ballpark. But don’t worry, asshole. We’re going to spend a lot of time together tonight, lots of time. I’ll let you make reparation for making look like such a goofball on the field."
"GMMMMPHH. MMWHATEVERMMUMMSAY" Mike mumbled as Hudson’s hands starting working on him again. Mike started wondering how badly he could piss Hudson off the next time they played together.

THE END

Mike played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/10/2004