Logan, Michael and Chase were fresh from their beating by Vincent Blake and the football team. The girls had just finished bandaging them up and they made their way back to their dorm.
"We need to get him back, hard!" Logan said angrily.
"Look guys, Vince is gonna get expelled for what he did," explained Chase.
"Yeah but it's not like he won't go be a huge football star at another school. We should take matters into our own hands," Michael suggested.
"Yeah!" Logan agreed.
"I don't know guys," Chase replied skeptically.
"Let's do it!" Exclaimed Logan.
"I know just how we'll do it," Logan continued. "Remember a while back when Dustin had the flu and Quinn used that machine?"
"Yeah, the proton impulses," Micheal and Chase remembered
"Let's visit Quinn," Logan said with an evil smirk.
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Michael, Chase, and Logan made their way through the window of Vince Blake's ground level dorm room. Thankfully, Vince roomed by himself.
Micheal went to work using rope to tie Vince's big, masculine hands to the sturdy bed post.
Meanwhile, Logan and Chase tied his feet down and set up the proton impulse machine. They tied his toes back on the stocks to torment him even more.
When they were finally ready they woke up Vince.
"Huh?" The confused hunk said as he struggled against the rope.
"Why hello Vince. Thought you've seen the last of us?" Logan said.
"Listen guys, I-" Vince began to sound worried, unsure of what they were gonna do to him.
"If you're going to beat me up just do it already."
"Oh no," started Michael. "We're going to do something a little worse."
"Let's begin," announced Chase as he turned a dial releasing proton impulses on the quarterback's bare feet.
"HAHA!!" Vince laughed. "What is that!?"
"Oh nothing, just something to make you pay for what you've done," Chase explained to the laughing jock.
Suddenly, Michael took a position at the top of his bed to tickle his furry armpits.
"OH GOD!!! MAKE IT STOP!" Begged Vince.
Meanwhile, Chase dug his hands into his hard abs.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Vince tossed on the bed.
At the foot of the bed Logan was making the beloved football player hysterical.
The proton impulses raced up and down his athletic soles.
Logan worked the proton impulses into his long toes and curved arch. Logan wasn't satisfied until he saw tears rolling down Vince's feet.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! I'M SORRY JUST MAKE IT STOP!" Vince hollered.
For whatever odd reason the sight of a ripped, cocky football player howling with laughter as he was worked over by three guys turned Logan on.
Logan set the impulse remote on the table across from Vince's Ticklish feet to keep torturing him. Then, he pulled down Vince's underwear to reveal a thick, meaty cock begging for attention.
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