You cringe as he finishes that statement, and tense as the coach picks you up and carries you back into the locker room. Looking around you see many members dressing and undressing, coach carried you at hip level so you drifted dangerously close to bare asses and well endowed packages many times bigger than you. Finally you are tossed into a pile of straps that have no cups, sputtering and gagging as you sit in the yellow stained fabric of the largest one on top. "I want all these spotless by the end of practice runt, wouldn't want to be caught under someone's junk now would we?" He says with a chuckle as he cuts off a sliver from a detergent stick and hands it to you before putting the stick nearby and walking off. You sigh and turn to see the stain within this one to be slightly bigger than you, with brown pubic hairs caught here and there in the fabric. You get out and drag the strap with all your might to a vacant spot on the bench and begin scrubbing...
5 minutes later and the pouch is stark white and clean of hairs, you smile to yourself and are about to step out of the strap when you hear bare feet moving across the tile. Slowly turning, your eyes are filled with a truly terrifying sight at your size, Caleb Dockson, the largest and oldest on the team, and was walking toward you wet and naked. He stood 6'4" and weight about 260 pounds. He was a bit dull and clueless as he had been held back twice and was twenty years old. He had a brown buzz cut and a strong jaw. His torso had defined pecs but had a bit of a belly that jiggled a little with each step. Further down he had a large cut dick resting on wrecking ball sized balls. Behind him was a gigantic ass that swallowed anything he sat on, be it pens, papers, and occasionally you.Caleb didn't seem to hate you however, as he has had many conversations with you, he just disliked your choice of being on the team.
You glance behind you and see a name written in crude sharpie on the straps waistband, Dockson. Turning back around your peripheral is cut short as you gaze between Calebs hairy thighs, looking up, his package sways right above you as he goes through his locker, pulling out a tank top and a pair of jeans, leaving his choice of underwear to be... You try to get out of the pouch but it lurches before you get very far. His legs appear on either side of you as he slowly pulls up the strap towards his ominous package. You'd never been stuck in Calebs underwear, you had idea if he'd even feel you, meaning you could be stuck all day and night if you didn't act.
"Caleb!!! Down here!" You shout loudly. Your ascent slows a bit as Caleb..,
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