Zach and Brad tied up (I'll have to avoid showing genitalie due to the no 18+ pictures rule)
Chapter 3
Chris begun
"Alright, I've got some rope in the garage, hang on a moment. Enjoy the beer!"
Zach and Brad both downed their beers, and began to pick up their clothes, preparing to put them on, until Luke interrupted them
"Rebecca's not gonna fuck you if she see's you with your clothes on, she specifically said to keep them on until the evening was over".
Both of the quarterbacks looked begrudginyl at eachother, beginning to think it all a bit too "fag". But then they remembered Rebecca, holy fuck did they want her. And they decided that it was worth it.
Meanwhile Chris has been in his dungeon next door to pick up some rope, and made sure to wait long enough for them to belive he'd gone all the way out to his garage to get the rope.
"Here we are, now, you two stand in the center of the room, with your backs facing eachother. They stood up, and went into the center of the basement room, their toned sweaty bodies glistening under the lamps.
Chris begun:
"First off, there's the blindfold, it's no fun if you can see the wall beforehand!"
The quarterbacks were beginning to look worried, but Chris quickly tied bandanas around both of their eyes.
"Alright, now wrap your elbows around eachother"
They did as they were told, and Chris began expertly tying them up with rope, at a rate that even Luke had yet to have seen before. In short time, both the athletes were tied together, with no way to get out. Their bodies had been highlighted by Chris' ropework, and their elbows were firmly locked together.
Luke was in heaven, watching the two atheletes squirming against their bonds, their tight muscles flexing and pulling to test their restraints.
Chris finished by tying the last end of the rope, to a hook in the ceiling, making them unable to move around the room.
"Can we begin yet or what?" complained Brad.
"Just a moment" said Chris.
Luke had found Zach's iPhone in the pocket of his shorts, the idiot didn't have a pincode on it. He was signed into Facebook and everything. Just as they had hoped.
The two muscled footballers tied up in the middle of the room, heard the sound of the iPhone's camera, and saw the its flash under their blindfolds. They were both startled by it, and suddenly began pulling at their restraints, trying to get out.
"Hey, what the fuck, no fucking pictures" said Zach, wrestling with Chris' ropework.
"Fuck you two look hot tied up like that" said Luke.
"What the fuck is going on, when's Rebecca coming back"
"I'll kill you fuckers when I get out" added Brad. Equally unable to get out of Chris' masterful ropework
"You forgot to put on a pincode on your phone, do you want these pictures uploaded to your Facebook Zach, or how about we send them to the Football coach? How do you think they would like that?" said Luke, continuing to take pictures of the two quarterbacks tied up in their basement.
After having looked through their shorts, Chris took a look in their gym bags. He found exactly what he was looking for.
"Do you really still play with jockstraps, man thats hot, do you get off on wearing them?"
"When I get out of here, you'll be fucking dead you faggots!" said Zach.
""When"" added Chris "Now let's see what we have here, man Brad you sure do sweat a lot, this jockstrap reeks." he held it up to Zach's nose. "What do you think Zach, pretty gross eh?"
"Get those fucking things away from me you psycho!"
As the O came out of Zach's mouth, Chris forced Brad's still weaty jockstrap into Zach's mouth
.
"Mmmgpphhh, mMMmpphhhhh!" Was all that came out of him.
Luke tossed him a roll of duct tape, and Chris made sure he couldn't spit out the jockstrap. Luke then tossed Chris Zach's jockstrap, whereafter Chris efficiently squeezed Brad's nose, until he had to open his mouth to breathe:
"You motherfuc-mmmmgppph mmmppphh"-His words became muffled as Zach's well-used dirty white jockstrap entered Brad's mouth, followed by duct tape to keep him from spitting it out again.
Chris and Luke stood back to watch. The two quartersback, earlier today applauded by the entire college for their victory, were now tied together in Chris' basement, pulling against their restraints in a futile effort to get out. They watched their tanned muscle tense as they tried to pull themselves out, and listened to their muffled curse-words and threats. Chris looked Luke in the eyes and smiled, their plan had worked perfectly. They had captured their dream subs. Now it was time to have some fun with then