You wake groggily. The bar, too many drinks, man does my head hurt, you think. You want to raise your hand to your head, but it hangs limply. Your eyes slowly focus. Something is wrong. Your chin is pressing against your chest, and you're vertical, not horizontal. You stare at the phone numbers written in the wood on the wall next to you. Damn, you're in an old phone booth. Skinners Tavern converted the old phone booths into coat cupboards. You're hanging from a hook in one of the booths at Skinners. Damn, someone must've slipped you a spiked drink, and attacked a zipper. You're a friggin' skinsuit. And there's nothing you can do about it. Why would they just leave you hanging in the bar? Daylight is streaming through the windows, but the bar is quiet. They won't open for hours. Maybe they were drunk and forgot you? Maybe they did this to you for someone else, but who?
Hours pass, and then the rear door near the phone booths bursts open, and two men loudly enter.
"Dude, seriously?"
"Yeah, I always wanted to find out what it's like to be bullied, and our teammates will love the chance to fuck the bastard."
You cannot turn your head to see them, but the first voice is familiar. Too familiar. It's Dante Brooks, the University Football Captain. He made your life hell at public school, but now you're making his life hell at university. You got the team funds cut, and half the tea, m is now on academic probation thanks to you. You recognize the guy stepping into view who is staring at you.
"Damn, Niko really got him skinned for you," said Bruce Bannerman. His hair is matted with sweat, its dripping down his face, and arms. He's wearing a running kit. You recall seeing Brucey and Dante running daily along the River from the University Gym up to the chapel, and back. Twenty miles round trip. The tavern is on the route, just a block from the chapel.
You hear the sound of someone undressing.
"You're really going to wear him back to the college?"
"Gotta break him in, you know," said Dante stepping into view. He's totally naked. Damn, his cock is big. Is that hard or just half hard you wonder? It's not sticking out, but it's not just hanging. Dante's a head taller than you. He can't seriously be planning to wear you.
Bruce is think the same thing.
"Dante, you're not going to put him on. He's way too small for you."
"Niko guarantees he'll fit."
"I don't trust Niko. That guy's been trying to get a zipper on me for months," Bruce said looking around.
"You wanna do the honors of popping his cherry, Brucey?" Dante asks as he slips into you.
"What?"
"Brucey, zip me up," said Dante from inside you. Damn, he's sloppy with sweat, and damn he's way too big. You're sure he'll rip you.
ZIP.
The zipper locks into place, and you feel normal. It's not like you're going to burst, but damn, your body's moving differently. You have no control. You're a skinsuit. You nearly jump out of your skin figuratively when you hear your own voice.
"So how do I look?" asks Dante as you.
"Damn, Dante, that still you in there?"
"You know it Rocketman," Dante says putting his watch on your wrist and poutting that it doesn't fit now.
"You should get a strap watch or take out the links, if you want to wear that one, " Bruce says staring. "You serious about me plowing your ass?"
"Yeah, but it's getting late, and we gotta get back. Here take this, you'll be rock hard in a minute," your voice says thrusting a pill from Dante's clothes at Brucey.
"Oh, I won't need Viagra," Bruce said tugging his cock through his shorts.
"Take it," Dante ordered. Your voice never sounded so authoritative before.
He obeys.
"Now grab your ankles, Dante," Bruce says spinning you around by the shoulders.
He's really going to fuck Dante - oh, wait and you. Well, knowing Dante's taking it up the ass is almost worth it.
"Why you doing this, Dant?" Brucey asks.
"Morale builder. The team's down. After they fuck this bastard, the morale should rise."
"Yeah, so you're taking one for the team?"
"Well, I expect to be taking about a dozen for the team," Dante said with a giggle, as he feels the soft warm tip of Bruce's penis head push between your/his butt cheeks. Damn, this is confusing.
A good ten minutes later, the heavy breathing, moaning and slapping of wet skin against each other subsides.
You feel Bruce grab the zipper pull on your back. His cock is hardening again inside you and Dante.
"So, Dant, what's to stop me from breaking off the zipper, and leaving you this wimp ass permanently? I mean, I'm bigger than you now. I'd be the new team captain, and you could be the new team towel boy? What do you says?"
"I'd say that nothing would stop you, except-" Dante says and pauses.
"Except what?" Brucey asks.
"Except you took that pill, and except-" Dante says in your voice with a teasing tone.
"Ex-" says Bruce , but the sound of zipper pulling cuts him off. You feel his penis rapidly deflate, and his naked skin slumps on your back.
"Except," continues Dante, "Niko was waiting in the loo with a zipper just for you, and the pill made you ready for the zipper. This isn't about morale. It's about winning, Brucey, And you and about half the team aren't up to snuff. So Niko and I will be changing you into suits, and putting pro-players in those suits to win the big game on Sunday. Right, Niko?"
"Right, and then the Nationals, after that. But I get Brucey after the Nationals, right?" says Niko holding the empty Bruce skinsuit.
"What the fuck would I want with him after that?" Dante says in your voice.
He starts to dress in his old clothes.
"Damn, this stuff doesn't fit? Give me Brucey's gear," you hear your voice say in frustration.
"It won't fit either, but never fear. I picked up some gear that should fit the new you," Niko says as he tosses Dante a grey plastic bag. He carefully folds up Bruce's skinsuit and put him into a small suitcase. Then zips it up.
"It's pink!" whines Dante, but he puts on the extra small running gear, adding, "And it's way too small!"
"Hey, you're the one who wants Liam to plough your ass at 11:30AM, and with those short legs, I don't think you'll make it," said Niko.