Chad Marshall couldn't believe his predicament. He was in an underclassman's gym bag. He was nearly naked,
and he was rolled up like a towel. He was initially grateful that he had been rolled feet first, so that his
face looked outward. But soon he was zipped up into the darkness of the bag with his own smelly uniform. He
wished he had washed it after the last practice or at least the one before that. He heard the rest of his team
come out to practice. He wanted to warn them, but he couldn't. So the Varsity Team had lost a few lousy
games, they couldn't do this to him and his teammates, he thought. A couple hours passed, and he overheard
the Junior Varsity guys chatting. He was picked up and carried to the locker room. He recognized some of the
voices of the JV players, but he didn't hear any of the Varsity guys.
"Hey, Mike, what are you doing with Chandler?" Jay asked.
Chandler? He was on the Varsity Team, and he was Chad's wingman when they went bar trolling for women. He
thought back to what Rod had said about Chad being jock off material. Oh, know he was in a gay guy's gym bag.
The bag zipper opened, and Jay's dirty practice gear was shoved on top of him. Dirty socks and jockstrap
first. He could no longer see, but he could hear better.
"Chandler is now my towel, Jay. And I am going to relax with him in the sauna. Care to join us? You can use
Monroe as your towel," Mike said.
The bag shifted, and the clothing on top of Chad shifted. He could see with one eye through the space between
the jockstrap and one of the socks. A flattened, totally-naked Alan Monroe being handed to naked Jay. Poor
A.M., thought Chad. At least he hadn't been folded and then shaken out. A.M. fluttered like a flag for almost
a minute before Jay stopped shaking him and wrapped him around his waist.
"Dude, you wrapped his face inward," Mike chastised.
"Oh, uh," Jay sputtered, he hadn't really been paying attention.
Rod interjected, "Mike, it's obvious. Jay wants A. M. to have the best seat in the sauna."
"Haha, I get it!" Mike laughed, "You'll be sitting on his face. Here let me adjust Chandler. I had burritos
for lunch, I'm going to give his nose a workout."
"Watch it, Mike, I'm going be in the sauna with you. Save your dutch oven farts for when you are alone with
Chandler, okay?" Jay said with a chuckle.
Oh, Chandler, no. Chad was helpless to stop these young thugs from doing whatever they wanted to him and his
buddies.
In felt like hours until Jay returned. He opened his bag to retrieve his mp3 player. He moved his clothing
and looked a Chad's permanently startled face. He grinned, and carefully cover Chad back up with the jockstrap
and socks and jersey before zipping the bag shut.
"Too bad they're not that absorbent," Jay lamented as he wrung out A.M. before turning the flattened Senior in
to Rod.
"Yeah, well they serve as reminders to future Varsity teams the penalty for failure. They'll each be branded
PROPERTY OF THE VARSITY TEAM, and spend the rest of their existence as towel boys," laughed Rod.
"Too bad that not all of them showed up. I'd love to be able to wipe my ass with that smart ass quarterback
Chad Marshall," Mike said.
"Oh, don't be so hard on Chad," Rod said, "He's not that smart! But I wouldn't expect him or those other
missing Varsity players to turn up. They probably heard what was in store for them, and took off never to be
seen again."
Jay was silent. He didn't want to let slip that he had the trophy boy in his gym bag, and Rod had three other
Varsity players neatly folded in the back of his locker. He waved goodbye and took off with his gym bag
swinging from his arm as he ran.
Chad was disgusted. He heard Jay shouting for the bus to wait. The only time Chad was on a bus was when it
was a chartered one. Jay was taking public transit. He heard and felt the gym bag hit the grimy floor of the
bus. At least he imagined it was grimy. The truth would have disappointed him. The floor was in fact
relatively clean. He then felt two things push in on the bag. He correctly surmised that the bag was between
his new owner's feet. Owner? Why had he thought of Jay that way. Why was he getting excited to be owned by
one guy instead of property of the team? What was wrong with him? He should be trying to think of a way out,
not how to make the best of his situation! Still Jay was lean, young and muscular, and if he was to be Jay's
poster boy, well he wouldn't really mind watching the guy worshiping Chad's body as he jacked off. Would he?
Should he? Chad wasn't sure anymore about anything.
The bus ride was a nightmare for Chad. Just when got inured to the smell of Jay's sock, the jolting ride was
shift the clothing and he'd have a face full of his own dirty jockstrap. Then a few minutes later as the bus
jolted to another stop, it would be replaced by Jay's jockstrap, then one of Chad's socks, then one of Jay's.
Other smelly articles of clothing shifted too. Chad realized that he was now on the far side of the gym bag,
he could feel the outline of Jay's shoe through the thin vinyl material.
At last the interminable ride ended. Jay was swinging his bag even more vigorously ran home. Chad was filled
with hope, dread and uncertainty. Jay banged the bag against the wall and his legs as he ran upstairs. For a
brief moment Chad felt weightless, but that ended with a thud as the bag came to a rest. Chad and the clothing
had tumbled as the bag flew through the air. It had ended with Chad experiencing a new unpleasant scent. The
skid mark area of some dirty briefs. He desperately hoped that they were his own briefs, but he doubted that
Jay knew the combination to Chad's locker. Of course, Rod could have cut the lock off, he hoped uncertainly.
Chad lay there for hours in the darkness and stench. Finally, he felt footsteps, and then he heard them as
they approached. But there was no movement or sound of the zipper. It was at this point that horrified Chad
remembered he was still wearing his jockstrap and socks. That meant most of what he smelled belonged to Jay.
Jay kept walking by him or somebody, but Chad assumed it was Jay. Who else would be in Jay's room? Chad was
certain that was where he was. After all he was going to end up plastered to Jay's wall, wasn't he? Better
than being a towel wrapped around Jay's waist wasn't it? At last the zipper was pulled open, fresh air rushed
in. The light dazzled Chad's eyes. Jay's hand squeezed his Chad's shoulder, ribs, right side,right
buttocks,hip, right arm, right thigh, right calf, and right foot. It was weird being rolled up around one's
own self. The tight grip freaked him out more than the fact Jay was naked. Jay sat on his bed with his legs
up stretched out on the turned back sheets, and set rolled up Chad in his naked lap. Chad could only think
how big Jay's cock had grown. He knew the size was an illusion. It was just his perspective had changed. He
was looking up at Jay's boner. He hadn't see Jay erect before, and he had never looked up at boner soaring
over his head from a position level with the cock's balls. The smell was much better than he expected. With
all the running around Jay had done after showering, Chad had expected his balls to smell this good. Must be
really good deodorant soap, he thought. Then his mind turned to the more likely explanation. He had gotten
used to the overwhelming scent of Jay trapped in his dirty clothes while he was sealed up in the gym bag. Now
he was getting the natural smell in an open room, it was smelling almost pleasant.
In spite of his boner, Jay ignored both Chad and his boner. He picked up his iPhone and keyed a speed dial
number. Chad could hear Rod's voice on the other end of the line. It was thin and distorted by the distance
between Jay's crotch and ear, but he could still make out the words.
"Hey, Jay-man, how's it hanging? You got your poster boy mounted yet?"
"Not yet, Rod, he's still rolled up. I wanted to check with you about how to stick him to the wall. Most of
posters are stapled-"
Stapled! Chad screamed in silence, I'd rather be wrapped around your ass!
"Staples? I'd recommend tape or the gooey green stick'em putty if you're going to use him as a poster. Of
course, you could press him between two sheets of glass, and frame him?" Rod suggested.
"That sounds cool. I make do that eventually, if I don't decide to actually use him as a cum rag. Mike's
suggestion was pretty hot, ya know."
"Yeah, well, Chad's all yours now, Jay. Do with him what you like," Rod said.
Jay was silent for a moment. Then he asked the question he had been harboring all day, "Rod why did you give
Chad to me instead of making him team property?"
"Well, two reasons really- no wait three," Rod answered. You could hear his smile over the phone. He
continued, "First, you're my buddy, and you were crushing on Chad. Whether it was hero worship or just the
hots, I don't know or care, but you were definitely man-crushing on him. Second, I needed you to keep quiet
about my own trophy boys, and what better way than having you a co-conspirator in keeping the missing players
for ourselves. Third, well, I had almost forgotten about this, but you remember at the beginning of the
season, coach had all the JV players go to the pool after practice? Well, I was a bit delayed using the
toilet. As I entered the locker room, I heard a snuffling sound. Well, the locker room was empty except for
Chad. He was standing there in just his tight football shorts and nothing else. He was standing in the middle
of the room and he was sniffing."
No! Shrieked Chad's mind, No! Rod was spying on me? I was sure I was alone. I only did it that one time. I
don't know why. I didn't even know whose they were.
"Well, he sniffed, and sniffed, and then like Toucan Sam he followed his nose. He followed it to a dirty
jockstrap hanging on a locker door. Then he looked around, and he picked up the ripe piece of cotton and
spandex, and he put it up to his face, and he sniffed it. And even though he was wearing a cup, I could tell
he was popping a boner from the way his bulge shifted and his body trembled for a few moments. Then he looked
around guiltily, and hung the jockstrap back up, and ran off to finish changing at his own locker. I had to
know whose pheromones got our star QB becoming a switch hitter. So I checked."
"He was sniffing my jockstrap?" Jay asked.
"What d'ya think?" was Rod's sly reply. It didn't matter whether Chad was sniffing Jay's jockstrap or not -
it mattered that he was sniffing a jockstrap other than his own. A coach had interrupted him, so Rod had never
checked to see who owned the jockstrap. It might have been Jay's. He honestly didn't know.
Jay's jockstrap? Chad was perplexed. Maybe this was his destiny like Rod had implied. He was meant to be owned
by Jay. How had that kid managed to tackle him? He wasn't that good, Chad was sure. Next year's Varsity team
would probably end up flattened too, if Jay was their best defense man.
"Anyway, it's late, Jay, and I got stuff to do," Rod said, "Don't I boys? Just talking to my trophy boys. Have
fun with your poster boy, goodnight."
CLICK.
Jay set his phone down, and inadvertently managed to press Chad between Jay's manhood and his thighs. He then
carefully unrolled Chad on his bed.
"Too bad your clothes didn't flatten too, Chad, if they had I could leave you up all the time, and just peel
your clothes off like Colorforms. I suppose I could make some cut-out clothing for you? But for now, I'll just
put you on my ceiling with duct tape. Then I can take you down in the morning, and roll you up."
He did just that. He taped Chad's wrists to the ceiling, he pulled the jockstrap off, and creased Chad's waist
into the corner of the ceiling and wall. Then he duct taped the flattened QB's legs to the wall. Chad's socks
felt weird on his flattened feet as the rest of his skin was pressed up against the smooth painted surfaces of
the wall and ceiling. Jay reached up and peeled Chad's flattened cock away from his body. It was bent and
folded a bit from Chad being crushed flat when Jay tackled him. It was still as flat as Chad was but it stuck
out at an angle because of Chad's position. The air from the furnace vent made it flutter like a streamer.
Jay laughed. Then he noticed his fingers had something wet and sticky on them. He laughed again and waggled
his finger at Chad.
He hopped on his bed and started jacking off while he stared up at Chad and smiled.
Yeah, well, yeah, you just do that, thought Chad enviously. His arms were flat immobile and taped to the
ceiling. He couldn't jack off now. But the wind from the furnace vent was making his flat cock flutter madly
in the air, and it felt like he was getting hard.
Jay fell asleep with a white puddle on his abs and the lights on.
Chad couldn't sleep. He'd start to doze off when the furnace stopped blowing, but then it would start again.
There was no way he could sleep with his cock flapping up and down in the air.