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Nolan's Gym Capture - Erotic Short Story
🕑 Added 2022-01-01 01:47:03 +0000 UTCHi everyone! Thank you for your support.
As a reward for the $10 patrons, here is this month's erotic story, to go along with the illustration of Nolan's capture. Another story will be in the works for next month. Hope you enjoy, and have a great New Year if you celebrate. Thanks again!
- Vander
Nolan’s Gym Capture
The afternoon sun shone bright overhead, blazing down without a cloud in the sky offering any relief. Despite the heat, the temperature wasn’t enough to deter the youth meeting on the field today. Young men from different universities across the state all talked amongst themselves, excited for the day to come. After months of hard work and back-breaking practice, the day had come for the State tournaments.
Blackwell University’s team, playing against competitors on their own turf, was all ready to roll. Most of the members were already out on the field warming up; practicing diligently and just trying not to let the massive crowd in the stands get to them too much. Everyone seemed to be present and accounted for - all except for the ace pitcher of the team, Nolan Gray.
Since middle school, his friends, coach, and family all knew Nolan had what it took to go all the way - to become a professional baseball player. Hell, he got into this university off of a full ride; his skills were nothing to laugh at. He was the team’s ace. His fastball was unbelievable - always coming as a shock to the opposing team when first playing against him. There’s always some sort of exaggeration and gossip between rival teams, saying who is better for what reason. Nolan, however, was no exaggeration. Sure, there were two others on the team who could pitch pretty well, impressive in their own right, but still nothing near the level of skill Nolan had.
Despite his skill, the young man got the jitters just like everyone else on the team. To help quell some of the pre-game anxiety, he always went on a jog, music blasting through his headphones and working up a sweat no matter the conditions outside. His teammates always wondered why he would do this, saying he should save his energy for the game. It was never an issue though. Even with his routine, Nolan still had enough energy to spare on the field. Doing a quick run beforehand helped him calm his nerves. It was a healthy way to get the anxiety under control and clear his head. Despite being praised by his peers, Nolan knew the pressure was on. He had to really show what he could offer this season.
Rounding the corner and coming into the university building, the feeling of air conditioning hitting Nolan’s heated skin was welcoming. His sneakers squeaked against the polished floors as he entered and made his way to the men’s locker room. He was dripping sweat, and even though he was likely to get sweaty later, he wanted to at least rinse off real quick in the showers.
Inside the locker room was unusually quiet. There seemed to be no one inside...Nolan was shocked to not see at least one other person. But the silence was a welcome change to the usual shouting and chaos that came with the locker rooms. He walked over to his locker and opened it up, putting his phone and earbuds inside. He then moved to remove his shorts. The material was moist with his sweat, and Nolan sighed in relief once they were off. He stood in a black tank top, jockstrap, and shoes, and even that felt like too many layers. Nolan wanted nothing more than to walk into the showers and blast the cooling waters against him.
The jog had certainly helped, but Nolan couldn’t help but still feel a bit nervous. His thoughts were beginning to cloud his mind. As he bent over to remove his sneakers, he was shocked to hear footsteps approaching behind him. He turned, seeing three members of the opposing team standing behind him. They stared at him intensely, and Nolan was thankful for the bench in front of him, as it was the only thing separating him from the strangers.
“Uh...hey. Is everything okay?” Nolan asked. Despite his larger build, he was still a reserved and quiet kind of guy, only really opening up and showing personality to close friends. Having three guys with bodies that rivaled his own made him a little intimidated.
The student on the left spoke first. Nolan recognized him from watching a report about him on TV. His name was Ethan. He had short blond hair and light brown eyes that roamed over Nolan’s body without shame. Nolan gulped over the attention, wanting to look away but forcing himself to keep eye contact.
“No, actually. It’s not. You see, this is the biggest game of the season.” Ethan said coyly. He had a smirk on his lips, and a knowing look the Nolan didn’t find comforting.
The student next to him in the middle spoke next, a dark skinned man with impressive arms and a smile that dripped with mischief. Nolan remembered his name as soon as he saw him- Daniel.
“Our coach has run us into the ground in practice. And we really can’t afford to lose this today.” He said, taking a step forward to Nolan. Nolan, in response, took a step back, only to realize there was nowhere for him to go. His back pressed against the cold metal of the lockers and he let out a small gasp in surprise.
“What’s wrong?” The final student asked. He wasn’t as buff as the other two, but still seemed to be at least five inches taller than Nolan, making him feel uncomfortably small - Logan. “We’re not going to hurt you, handsome.”
Nolan shivered, despite still having sweat drip down his skin. “What do you want?” He tried making his voice sound low and dangerous, but that only seemed to stir on the rivals’ advances.
“Damn, you sound so sexy when you’re scared.” Ethan said. “We want to be able to win this game. But, we know that you’re the ace for your team. They rely on you most. And because of that, we know they’re not used to pulling as much of their own weight when they’re so sure your abilities alone will be enough to win. So, all we have to do is keep you busy long enough until the game is over.”
Keep me busy? Nolan thought. What is he talking about?
Before he had any time to react, Ethan and Logan ran around the sides of the bench, trapping Nolan on either side. Nolan made the attempt to escape them, trying to jump over the bench and escape through the middle, but Daniel snatched him effortlessly, spinning him around and holding him tightly.
“Stop! What are you do-mmph!?” Nolan cried, before Daniel’s hand clamped tightly over his mouth. He was holding on so hard that Nolan had no choice but to tilt his head back and submit to Daniel’s strength. The position had him struggling to stand up straight and gain any footing. Still, he did his best to get out of Daniel’s grip, attempting to elbow him in the ribs or use his own weight to knock Daniel over. The other man wasn’t having it though, taking the hand covering his mouth and moving it up slightly to also press down on his nose. The pitcher’s eyes went wide. He realized he couldn’t breathe, and struggled harder in response.
“Nmmph! Mff!” He cried, feeling his heart pound in his chest with every passing second. Daniel pressed his face against Nolan’s ear.
“Easyyy, handsome. You’re gonna run out of air if you do that. Just do as we say, and you won’t get hurt.” His voice low in Nolan’s ear, mixed with the lack of oxygen, had him wanting to do as he said. He moaned helplessly against Daniel’s hand, thinking he was going to pass out without any air, when a moment later, Daniel took his hand off of his mouth, but used two fingers to pinch his nose. Nolan instinctively took a deep breath, and Ethan used this opportunity to come over quickly and shove a cloth in his mouth.
“Mmhhf!” Nolan cried, trying to shake his head to prevent Ethan from pushing it further into his mouth, but only a moment later, he heard the sound of tape ripping, and Logan was placing a large strip over his mouth, sealing the cloth inside.
It was at this moment that Nolan realized in horror what the cloth was - it seemed to be a sock from one of the boys’ duffle bags. It tasted awful - obviously soaked in sweat. Nolan tried to push it out of his mouth with his tongue, but Logan was already placing two, then three, then four strips over his mouth and chin, effectively silencing the young man.
“Nhhmm! Mhh-mmphhh!” He moaned, getting caught off guard as Daniel walked them over to the top part of the bench and pulled him backwards onto it. Nolan stumbled and was brought down easily onto the bench. Before he could realize what was happening, Logan climbed up and sat on his chest, while Daniel pulled his arms up over his head and held them tightly together. Ethan took the roll of tape from Logan, using it to effectively wrap Nolan’s wrists together and to the bar at the top of the bench.
Of course, Nolan attempted to struggle, but Logan was sitting firmly on his chest, and he was still breathless from having been denied oxygen for several moments. The tape was then applied to his chest; his tank top was lifted out of the way and the restraints went right under his pecs, keeping him from getting up. Finally, Logan and Ethan spread his legs wide and apart as Daniel taped each to a leg of the bench. Once that was completed, the rivals stood up and admired their work.
Nolan was blushing furiously, being tied in such a vulnerable and embarrassing position. His attempts at struggling were completely futile, he had no choice but to save whatever energy he could to plan his escape. The rivals got what they wanted - Nolan had little chance of making the game on time. They would just leave now, right?
“Damn.” Ethan said, taking a predatory walk around Nolan’s bound form. “I knew you had a great body, but Christ you’re sexy as hell.” The man took his hand and ran a finger around Nolan’s toned abs and pecs. The helpless captive couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise. He wasn’t particularly ticklish, but having a teasing touch roam around his stomach made him feel unusually warm. He instinctively tried to move away from the touch, but he was bound tightly to the bench, and there was barely any wiggle room. Ethan smirked at this.
“Ah, don’t worry, bud. I don’t bite. Unless you’d like that.” He lowered himself near Nolan’s chest, where his pecs were clearly on display. Before Nolan could process what was happening, Ethan had locked his lips around one of Nolan’s nipples, and used his free hand to pinch and tease the other hardened bud.
Nolan let out a genuine cry of surprise, which quickly turned into soft, sharp moans that he desperately tried to hide. Ethan’s tongue circled the nipple before biting lightly, and sucking again. The man’s body twitched as much as it was able to under the restraints. He never thought his nipples were particularly sensitive - he’d tried pinching and toying with them himself when needing to blow off some extra adrenaline after a game and masturbating in private. But this - having this stranger give them so much attention, had Nolan quickly becoming painfully aroused. And even worse, the other rivals noticed immediately.
“Shit, dude. He’s really feeling it.” Logan commented, lowering himself to Nolan’s crotch. The fabric of Nolan’s jockstrap was straining to keep his hardening cock inside. Logan watched as his captive’s hips trembled. He brought his face closer to Nolan’s crotch and placed his mouth against the jock, tasting Nolan through the underwear.
The action again had Nolan crying out. He sweated and clenched his eyes shut. Part of him was mortified that he was this aroused in front of these strangers who put him in such an embarrassing position. The other part of him didn’t want it to stop. Before long, Logan was pulling down Nolan’s jock, releasing his length from it’s confines and having it stand at full attention for the rivals to see.
“Oh, fuck.” Logan replied breathlessly, seemingly surprised at the size of Nolan. He wasn’t particularly long, but his cock was thick and twitched with the obvious need to be touched.
Licking his lips, Logan leaned forward and opened wide, running his tongue up the shaft before engulfing all of Nolan into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Mhmm!” Nolan didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or thrust up into the sensation - not that he could really do much of either, being strapped down as he was. He fruitlessly did his best to keep his moans from slipping past the gag, but his efforts were in vain.
Logan took note of this reaction and began taking Nolan all the way into his mouth, damn near at the back of his throat. Very quickly a chorus of moaning and heavy breaths filled the locker room. Each man seemed to feed off of the others’ sounds. It took Nolan longer than he could admit that he wasn’t even trying to escape anymore. His head was swimming, and the only things he could focus on were Ethan and Logan’s mouths on him. The sensations made him forget there was one more person in the room – where was Daniel?
Bleary eyes searched the room, finding the last captor standing off to the side, stroking himself shamelessly, watching Nolan and the others with a relentless intensity. A jolt of heat ran up Nolan’s spine as his eyes met Daniel’s. The man smirked, and came walking closer.
“Mmmmf…!” Nolan moaned. He didn’t even know what he wanted at this point, didn’t know if he was begging to be set free or begging for Daniel to touch him. His rival merely got close enough to stand right next to Nolan’s head, before crouching down and whispering straight into his ear.
“Look at you, being so good for us. You were protesting earlier, but now you can’t do anything but moan in pleasure. Do you like this? All of us surrounding you and doing as we please?” Daniel’s voice was a low, rolling rumble in Nolan’s ears, and the sound only had him feeling like he was being thrown closer to the edge. Nolan could only try and save any pride he had left, and shake his head at Daniel’s words. The other didn’t really acknowledge this, and continued to stroke himself as he spoke more.
“You don’t have to hide it. Just tell the truth, and you’ll be able to come. You want to feel good right? To let go of all that built up tension?” Daniel nibbled slightly on Nolan’s earlobe, causing him to jolt and let out a cry. He was so close it almost hurt…
“Mhhh!” Nolan thrust his hips up as much as he could into Logan’s waiting mouth.
“Why don’t you stop fighting and just come for us? You can do it…” Daniel himself sounded like he was close. The sounds of slick movements filled Nolan’s ears. “Logan can take all of you in one go. Would you like that?”
His captor’s voice was hypnotic, and Nolan could only nod his head in desperation.
“Then beg. Ask to come, and we’ll let you.”
“Mmmhh! Mhh, mfff!” The only thing he could think of was to try and say ‘please’ over and over again like a prayer. With his eyes clenched shut, he didn’t see Daniel shoot a look at Logan. In one motion, the man swallowed all of Nolan’s cock until it hit the very back of his throat. He let out a pleasured hum, and the vibration only made it better for Nolan. Arching his body as much as the restraints would allow, Nolan came hard into Logan’s mouth, moaning helplessly against his gag. Somewhere through the fog of his mind, he could hear Daniel groaning next to him.
Logan gave a few more sucks to Nolan, before pulling off and swallowing audibly. Ethan eventually released his mouth as well, standing up to full height, as did Daniel. The three looked over their captive as Nolan struggled to catch his breath. Each exhale had him releasing muffled whimpers. Daniel leaned over to place the sweaty and wet (thanks to Logan) jock back on Nolan, who was quickly softening after the intense orgasm. He then gave an appreciative pat to Nolan’s thigh.
“Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. We’ve gotta run now. You just sit tight until the game’s over. We’ll be back to let you go then.”
“Nhmm…!” Nolan wriggled again, trying to plead with the men as they turned to walk out of the room. Ethan flashed a grin as he winked and rounded the lockers. Nolan continued to cry out until he heard the locker room door opening.
“See ya later!” Ethan called out, before closing the door behind him. In a flash, he was plunged into darkness, left bound and gagged and vulnerable, having nothing to do except wait for his captors to hopefully return.
