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 Ooooohhhh, Vin’s head was throbbing. What had happened? He remembered getting off football practice where a hot chick came up to him. Certain he was about ot get laid, he went out for a drink. He didn’t even change out of his uniform. Vin should have had more sense then to go drinking and get laid the day before the big game. But Vin wasn’t too bright when he was thinking with his dick.

 Only now Vin wasn’t getting laid. He was having a weird dream where he was lying on a futon and for some reason his ass was freezing. Vin could then feel his hands being pulled back behind him. Then he could feel his legs being moved. This was a weird dream, vin had a weird feeling as if he couldn't’ move. He was bound hand and foot.

But it wasn’t a dream. Half awake he had mistaken actually being tied up for a hallucination. As the fog cleared, Vin found he really couldn't’ move his hands or feet. And for some reason he had been stripped down to his jock leaving him bare assed.
“Mmmmuuffuuu?”, Vin tried ot say but a sock was wedged between his teeth. Nothing understandable could get past the gag.
“Good morning sunshine!”, Eddy Tumms, the quarter back for Vin’s rival school’s team said evilly. Surrounding him was the rest of his team and the hot chick who had lured Vin here. “I hope you had fun with my sister last night. Because you are not going to make it to the game, I’m afraid.”
“”Mmmmm!”, Vin protested through his gag. Vin so wanted to kick this guy’s ass, even if he was surrounded buy his friends. But bound hand and foot, all Vin could do was roll and buck around helplessly.
“You might as well get comfortable. You ain't’ getting loose and no one is going to find you. But you are close enough to able to hear our school’s cannon. You know how we fire the thing every time we score. Oh and you might be wondering why we took your pants.”
Yeah, Vin had wondered that. His ass grew red with anger and embarrassment as his nudity was pointed out.
“It’s very simple. If we lose, we will let you go. But if we win, we will celebrate on your ass. Al of us, the whole team!
‘’Mmmmnnnoooo!”, Vin shook his head but he could do nothing as he rolled onto his stomach. His ass was grabbed and man handled and pinched for good luck. Vin was then tightly hog tied and left. His kidnappers knew Vin wouldn’t be getting away.
  But Vin tried anyway. He struggled as the game began. He tried to yell for help through his gag as the first quarter came and went. By half time, Vin realised he wasn’t getting loose. He lay back, resigned to his fate. Al he could hope for was that his team was winning.
But a quick mental count of the cannon fire made it clear Vin’s team were losing. This was confirmed when the cannon was fired multiple times to the cheering of the crowd. Vin’s team had lost. And so Vin’s ass would not pay the price.