PART 1: Hartsmere College has a world class football team. Many students on the team have gone on to become professional players. As such, competition to get on the team and between players is high. Make one slip on the field and your team mates aren't likely to forgive you. If they see a chance to outshine everyone else, they'd happily step on the face of another guy on the team. It's a competitive, tough, macho environment and definitely no place for a woman.

Tara walks through the gymnasium finding all the notice boards she can.

She's a very determined student and passionate about her field of study.

She knows her sign isn't very large or prominent, but she's confident she'll get a response. Students are always looking for extra money.

"Hey Tara!" Abi says spotting her friend.

"What's that you're putting up?"

"Oh hi. It's a project, you know, for my behavioural science course."

Abi knows how motivated Tara is about this subject. She's always got some new scheme she wants to try out, testing out the strange things humans get up to.

"I'm exploring how people help each other," Tara enthusiastically exclaims. "When do we make the first move to help someone in trouble?"

"And you're enlisting help from the football team?" Abi sniggers.

"I know, but I thought it was worth a shot," Tara says optimistically.

"Well good luck," Abi says still highly sceptical. "These guys don't even appreciate my help when I massage them."

"But they help each other, as a team and all," Tara reasons.

"Oh please. They're jocks. It's competition."

"They'd just as quickly break a man's arm as help him," she says confidently.

"Well I'm optimistic," Tara insists. "I'm also testing to see if men's behaviour can be changed, or not."

"Change these apes?! Yeah right!"

"We'll see," Tara smiles confidently.

"Are you still up for racquetball tomorrow?" Abi says.

"For sure."

They suddenly hear the sound of men hooting and hollering, heavy feet stampeding down the hall.

"Hartsmere! Number 1!" the footballers shout as they rush down the hall.

Tara and Abi stand back to avoid being trampled.

Abi can tell they've just finished with a game. They are always on an adrenaline high afterwards, barrelling down hallways as if nothing can stop them.

"Hartsmere! Number 1! Hartsmere! Number 1!" they continue chanting.

"Yeah!" they shout, each man a fiery ball of energy.

The men don't even seem to notice Abi as they storm through the hall on their way to the locker room.

Just as Abi expects, the only time someone on the team would stop for her it's because they need something. "What's wrong here?" she asks.

"Hey Abi. I've got a really bad cramp. Can you help?" Michael asks hopefully.

"Of course. Let's go have a look at you," Abi says obligingly.

"Gotta go Tara," she says helping the limping player out. "Alright. See you later!"

"We can catch up on the racquetball court," she says smiling.

Tara has always been slightly envious of Abi's position as the football teams' sports masseur, despite the fact she has to put up with their ingratitude. She still gets to see these manly guys when they are at their most vulnerable.

Abi only started this position a month ago and many of the men are still funny around her, thinking her treatments don't actually do them much good. But she is very meticulous and professional and refuses to let the macho players push her around.

PART 2: The players kick back in the sweat-scented locker room winding down and discussing the game. They are still pumped up from the adrenaline and testosterone rush that playing inevitably gives them. Winning has sent them on a high and all are eager to gloat about their triumph.

"We really kicked some ass out there," Carl shakes his head and looks around at his team mates.

The guys are aching and sore, bruises forming from the impact of smashing into the other team. But they are buzzing.

"Yeah, did you see number 8 'Leman' being stretchered off after I tackled him?" Ed beams proudly.

The guys chuckle and nod recalling that moment on the field. They all expressed concern about the player's well being, but were inwardly smiling.

Ed drives his fist into his hand to simulate the clash. He clenches his teeth as if eager to run back out there and do it all over again.

"You damn near twisted his fuckin' head around," David says.

"That linebacker 'Carter' got carried off the field too," Patrick adds.

"Crying for his mommy!"

"Shit! I bet they're sorry they messed with us," Carl says smugly.

He slaps his buddy's back and the guys all laugh, shining triumphantly in their superior position at the top of the world.

"Hartsmere!" he spontaneously bursts out.

His team mates quickly pick it up adding their voices to their proud college name. "Hartsmere!"

"Hartsmere! Hartsmere!" they sing in chorus.

They swing their fists and chant enthusiastically, their strength and power gathered behind this name as if it could bulldoze down all their enemies.

The cheer abruptly ends and all the guys lean back feeling satisfied. "No challenge," Carl says confidently.

"Hey, it was a close game. Almost too close," Don says ominously.

Carl stares him straight in the eye, wondering what the fuck he's on about.

"So what? We beat em!" he insists.

"I hear Jack from Will Tech might be taking your place as quarter back."

Carl breathes in deeply, feeling a deadly strength in every bulging muscle in his body. His eyes zero in on Don threateningly.

"Uh uh." he insists, leaping up ready to tear apart anything in his path.

"No fuckin' way!" he thunders.

The guys tense and watch closely knowing how sensitive Carl is about his position on the team. He doesn't take being challenged very well.

Don grins a little, happy to have riled Carl like this. Anyway, it's just a rumour he heard.

The doors bang open and the guys hear familiar heavy footsteps.

Their Coach trudges in and all the guys instantly go quiet.

He's a tough guy who isn't afraid to get in the face of these young footballers and let them know who's boss.

All the guys notice the man following behind the Coach and wonder who he is.

Some of the guys secretly hope that he's a talent scout who has been impressed by their win today.

Ed feels like he's seen him somewhere before. Then suddenly, the realization of who he is hits him and he goes very still.

The guys look him up and down, trying to size him up and wondering what the coach is going to say about him.

Carl stares straight into the strange man's eyes. He's incredibly confident about his place on the team, but he's always wary of competition.

Instead of looking down as most people do when Carl stares them in the eyes, he meets his gaze without the least sign of fear.

PART 3: The Coach is a notoriously hard guy to please. All the guys work hard for his approval and it's a tremendous boost to each guy's ego if he's singled out as playing well that day. Although they won the game, he's not looking too pleased. Someone is going to get shit, but they don't know who. And who is this strange guy that Coach has brought with him?

"Great game guys," Coach says coolly glancing over every member of the team.

"You ate them up." The guys nod, eagerly taking his praise.

"Patrick, you keep it up and you'll be the greatest kicker this school has ever seen."

His eyes glaze over imagining his continuing success: the fame, fortune and women that will definitely be his if he keeps busting his ass as hard as he does.

"Don did a real nice job as the field general in the two minute drill despite his bad ankle slowing him down."

Don breathes a sigh of relief hearing he's pleased Coach. He was afraid of being sat out this game, but he struggled through and came out on top despite being taken out early.

"He found the open guys and didn't push things," the Coach continues pointing Don out as an example for the others.

The stranger gives the guys a big thumbs up and many of the guys wonder again if he's a talent scout. Their work in this game could have earned them a shot at the big time.

Coach quickly tosses the match ball to Don.

The other guys are envious that Don has worked his way to the top of Coach's favorite list.

"I thought we'd have a chance at the end of the half to squeak another one in there, but..."

"No." He looks pointedly at Carl.

Carl can't believe he's getting dumped with the blame for this! Didn't they fucking win the game? He angrily wants to challenge Coach, but holds his breath.

"Anyway, enjoy your win tonight and tomorrow we'll watch the tape and plan out a new defence," he says trying to keep things jovial.

"Also I want to announce that I'm resting Carl as quarter back for the next three games..."

A grim silence falls over the guys as they receive this news.

All the guys realize Carl is a prick, but they still respect him and look up to him for leadership.

"Jack here will take his place," Coach says patting him on the back.

Carl is enraged. Does Coach honestly believe that some stranger can lead this team into victory better than he can?! His entire field of vision is flooded red.

"Make him feel welcome," Coach adds. Jack glances over the team nodding, as if he already fully deserves their respect and admiration.

Carl would rather chop off both arms than welcome this guy to the team.

The guys realize what a blow this is to Carl and are curious how he's going to take it.

For now, Carl knows to keep his mouth shut and sit still even though he badly wants to pound the hell out of something.

Don thought the rumors about Carl being replaced might be true. He can't say he's entirely sorry. Carl was getting a little too big headed about his role on the team.

Coach slaps Jack on the back again as a sign of approval before leaving him to get acquainted with the team. This kid is his new golden boy.

"See you tomorrow then," Coach says, "Go Hartsmere!" Jack is full of enthusiasm. This is a fantastic opportunity for him.

His new team mates slap his hand, eager to make a good impression with their new quarter back.

"Hey Carl," Jack says strutting up to him.

"If it wasn't me taking over it'd be someone else."

Carl can picture himself smashing this smug fuck's face into the wall. He can see himself doing it so clearly, but he keeps himself in check. "Fuck it," he says as if it doesn't matter.

Jack checks his collar in the mirror and admires himself. Carl watches him feeling something boiling up inside, ready to burst out.

He leaps up and slaps his towel angrily down on the floor.

The tension in the room is so high, none of the other players can move. They just watch to see what happens.

"You need a rest man," Jack says reasonably.

"Right," he says laughing sarcastically. "Makes it easy for you."

Jack doesn't like his threatening tone. "- Listen, what did you mean taking Don out in the 13th minute?" he says challengingly.

"If I didn't make that call we'd have lost," Carl shoots back quickly.

"That's what I fucking meant and I was right," he shouts unwilling to let it go.

"I never said you were wrong. But why leave it to the 13th minute?!" Jack says shaking his head. He doesn't think it's worth trying to even explain it to him and walks away.

"I was right!" Carl insists shouting after him. It burns him up that this prick is so off-handedly dismissing his decision. He never forgives and he never forgets.

PART 4: After hearing the startling news about Carl's demotion, the team's jubilant, winning mood has deflated. The guys continue to wind down in the locker room taking showers and soaking in the baths to relax their strained and aching muscles.

The guys take their time, the hot water feeling so good after the exertion they expended on the field.

"Yo Michael, was Abi able to help you with your sprained boner?" the guys tease him and laugh.

Michael laughs and replies, "I wish. I haven't got laid for a week now."

"Don't worry Michael. We'll catch some nice tail for ya this weekend... if your balls don't burst before then." The guys chuckle loudly.

Patrick leans back in the bath and whistles. "Tough luck for Carl, eh?"

The guys are Carl's team mates and know they should support him. But a hidden part of them feel a certain satisfaction watching him fail and want to see him knocked off his pedestal.

They lean back and muse upon the game, letting themselves dream of their own future victories.

They are so caught up in their own thoughts they don't notice the woman coming up behind them.

Abi takes a moment observing their naked muscular bodies floating in the water, dicks and balls floating up to the surface.

The guys can hear someone has stepped up behind them, but they assume it's one of their team mates so don't bother turning around or saying anything.

A moment of silence passes, becoming increasingly tense as the guys are made aware that they are being stared at.

Finally Patrick turns his head curious who is there and he jumps up in the bath in complete surprise.

Water sloshes onto the floor as the guys scramble up and grab for their towels. Abi casually asks, "Have you seen Carl?"

Patrick covers himself and grins sheepishly. "Um... no," he stammers.

"Alright then. See you," Abi says breezily walking away.

The guys are caught completely off-guard by this woman casually looking at them naked and then strutting away with a smile on her face, as if she's sneakily stolen something from them.

They are left clumsily covering themselves with the flimsy towels.

Abi comes upon the showers, the sound of spraying water and echoing macho voices booming throughout the locker room.

The guys bristle, their skin warm with embarrassment, wanting to make some smart-assed remark but nothing comes to their lips.

Abi peeks around the corner into the shower room and the guys who are vigorously showering, streams of water cascading down their lean well-exercised bodies.

The guys are completely startled by the sight of her and are disarmed by how she so easily steps right inside.

Through the soap and water in their eyes, they flinch feeling an electric shock pass through their bodies.

"What the fuck?" Ken yells angrily, a knee-jerk reaction.

"Men only!"

"Get out!" he insists. But Abi is in no hurry.

Without any hesitation or embarrassment, Abi continues walking through searching for Carl but casually looks the naked men up and down.

"You shouldn't be here!" Don insists cowering under the spray of water.

"Why? Something you're ashamed of?" Abi smiles.

Ken is seething, unsuccessfully covering himself with the towel. He shakes his head at Don.

Abi continues on through the locker room, glowing with her right to be there.

She finds it amusing how quickly she can turn these tough men into cowering boys by simply catching them naked and off-guard.

The guys are left with a feeling of embarrassment, something that will grow as they think over how Abi caught them naked and wonder what she thought of their dicks.

She strides up to Carl with images of the men's naked bodies flipping through her mind.

Carl has changed and sits there slumped and full of self-pity.

He's incredibly angry but doesn't know how to express it. He can't tell if he wants to fuck or fight.

Trained as a masseuse, she sees there is something off about Carl's energy. He looks very tense.

Carl zeros in on Abi walking towards him and he thinks he realizes what he wants to do now.

"I'm ready for your massage now."

Carl has been thinking about countless revenge fantasies and ways to reassert his dominance in the team. He's forgotten all about the massage he had scheduled.

"What?" he says completely distracted.

"Remember? You're scheduled for one."

Carl vaguely remembers this, but right now he's thinking about undressing Abi and screwing her while all his buddies on the team watch and cheer him on.

Not receiving a response Abi says, "Shall we go or would you like to re-schedule?"

The other guys overhear that Carl is getting a massage. Although they realize it's a valuable thing, they think there is something a little effeminate about getting one.

Abi waits for Carl to answer, but he simply sits there smugly.

Carl thinks about racking up some points by spurning this woman here in front of everyone and telling her to fuck off, but then he thinks "Why not?"

The guys around him snicker and look Carl over.

Abi knows these guys don't appreciate what she does for them.

Carl nods and gets up to follow her.

Even though Abi knows what the guys think of her massage skills, she is confident and knows how to manipulate them when she's got them on the massage table.

"A massage. Nice," he snickers to his friend on the phone.

Jack laughs along with him.

Carl's anger flares up as he hears the guys chuckling while he passes by.

Carl doesn't realize that Jack also feels a little envy. He's the new guy on the team and very nervous about his position amidst the other guys.

Jack likes to think that he's strong enough that he doesn't have to get massages which are a frivolous kind of girly pampering.

Then he thinks it would be good to have that strangely familiar looking woman rubbing her hands all over his body.

PART 5: It's been a hard day for Carl. He led a winning game only to discover he's been demoted. Now he feels a tightening in his shoulders and an ache in his back. Surely a little female comfort isn't too much to ask for?

Abi leads Carl into her little sanctuary away from the chaos of the locker rooms.

"Undress and lay down on your front please," Abi requests.

She holds up a towel to respect his privacy as she's been carefully taught. Athletes can be strangely shy about their bodies.

Carl turns to strip down, but she can actually still see over the towel.

The room is silent and an odd tension falls over Carl as he strips down completely naked.

He lays down flat and Abi carefully places the towel over his naked body to keep him warm and comfortable.

She likes to create an atmosphere that is gentle and healing, since all these guys experience on the field is aggression and destruction.

She squirts out some plain oil to use as a base to mix with more exotic aromas to induce tranquillity.

"Hey," Carl barks seeing her doing something strange with oil in the bowl.

"I don't want any aromatherapy shit. It slows me down."

"But it's relaxing," Abi says confused.

"Yeah whatever. Just get on with it," he says dismissively.

Abi bristles having her methods and training disrespected.

She breathes out trying to centre herself and gather energy to give him a good, deep massage.

Abi immediately digs her fingers into his muscles, letting him know that although she's a woman she's capable of using a lot of power.

She grabs big bunches of flesh on his muscular body, squeezes and releases them.

Carl grunts, but tries not to show how startled he is by the power of her hands.

She pushes her weight into him to make her strokes more powerful, really rotating her shoulders and hips to make it as strong as possible.

It takes Carl a moment to let himself relax and receive what she's doing instead of fighting it.

What helps is concentrating on her ass moving in motion with her arms and dreaming of gripping those pert cheeks.

She pulls back the towel to work on more areas of his back.

Her hands slide gracefully over his oily skin, working every fibre of his back.

Abi has a real passion for men's bodies and the male form which is why she got into this work.

A soft ambient music fills the room, but it feels strange to Carl being this physically intimate with a woman without saying anything.

He feels all his tension melting away as she works steadily on his body and it's gradually replaced by a rising desire. </center>

Carl's certain this woman wants him badly. She wouldn't touch him like this if she didn't.

Abi moves down to his lower back to apply some friction because a lot of tension is held in this area.

She presses her thumb in moving slowly deeper, waiting for his body to allow her in.

Carl is warmed by her touch, feeling her heat and power in almost every part of his body.

He feels a sense of anticipation as her fingers skilfully move upwards, waiting and wondering if something sexual is going to happen.

She suddenly takes hold of the towel and pulls it off completely.

He holds his breath as he's suddenly aware that he's completely and utterly exposed in front of her.

His dick stiffens laying naked in front of her.

Abi adds some more oil to her hands to make sure the massage is smooth and comfortable.

Her hands glide up to those enormous thick muscles of his thighs.

There are bands of muscles here which can only be reached effectively if the subject is nude.

He feels the rhythm of her strokes, gradually rubbing all the tender areas of his body.

The tension of being stroked so intimately by a woman while he's completely naked is driving him wild.

His skin tingles with excitement while her fingers sculpt the muscles of his legs, sliding into the sensitive area of his inner thighs.

His dick grows heavier and thickens between his legs.

Abi squeezes the flesh between her fingers, trying to open up space and release tension in his body.

An excited shiver passes through Carl's body as he feels Abi move all the way to his ass.

Her fingers rotate upward sliding incredibly close to the crevice of his plump ass cheeks.

Her hands move up and down with total ease as if she possesses his body.

"Turn over please..."

There's a pause. Carl shifts around nervously at first.

Abi's jaw drops she's so surprised.

His tumescent penis rests heavily against his stomach. "What?" Carl asks with feigned innocence.

"That isn't appropriate," she says pointing at his dick.

"Hey, I've had a hard game. Don't give me grief," he says putting his hands behind his head as if presenting himself for her to finish off. "Help me out, would you?"

"Oh no," Abi says shaking her head.

She grabs a towel and throws it over him with disdain to cover his erection.

Carl is confused. What's the point of this massage if he can't really get relaxed?

"Get out!" Abi orders.

Carl grunts in frustration and gets up from the table.

Abi refuses to become a sexual slave for these players who expect her to give them pleasure.

His prominent erection strains upward, desperate for some release.

Carl stands in front of her with his hard on fully exposed hoping she'll change her mind.

Abi looks him in the eyes and shakes her head. "Out," she repeats.

Carl is incredibly horny now, but Abi simply turns her head waiting for him to leave.

Abi can't believe his arrogance. Just because she asks him to strip down he expects her to service him.

Carl picks up all his clothes, feeling too spurned to dress again here in front of her.

He wonders if maybe he just caught her in a bad mood. Maybe another time he'll have a chance. He notices her business card and gets an idea.

"That was good anyway," he tries to flatter her. "Hey, can I call you if I need to?"

"Yeah whatever," she says sarcastically. Carl takes this as a positive.

He shuffles out feeling his erection straining against the towel tightly tied around his waist.

There's no way Abi couldn't want him. She must be in a bad mood or worry about keeping things professional.

He's sure if he can get her alone, somewhere outside the college and people they know... she'll be on her knees salivating.

He adds her name into his phone planning to call her some evening.

Abi's annoyance builds the more she thinks about what just happened. It's not that she doesn't find him attractive, but his incredible arrogance enrages her.

She thinks about his big erection and his finely muscled body in her hands. If he weren't such prick she'd really enjoy seeing more of it.

PART 6: The next day Carl goes to the gym hoping to work out all his anger over being taken off as quarterback by having a really hard training session. A man like Carl doesn't take a blow to his pride very well. The only way he knows how to confront a threat is with absolute aggression and never backing down until he is declared the champ.

Jack is doing squats while his team mates watch on, impressed with his strength and stamina.

The thick muscles of his chest and arms gleam with sweat as he squats down with a huge weight on his shoulders.

He lets out a fantastic groan as he hunkers all the way down, feeling as if his leg muscles are burning up.

Carl walks in on the guys all admiring Jack.

He feels a rush of anger flare up inside him seeing Jack stealing the show - yet again!

"200 pounds!" he says sarcastically, like that's a pathetically small amount.

"That's nothing. He was squatting 300 pounds a minute ago," Ed says impressed.

The guys clap congratulating, which only fuels Carl's jealousy and anger. "Yeah, right!" Carl says sceptically.

"I'll put it back up for you," Jack says as if being helpful, but really Carl is being issued a challenge.

He snickers and tries to think of a witty comeback.

But before he can say anything, Jack is already putting additional weights on the barbell for him to lift.

He's nervous, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the guys.

But then his resolve hardens and he feels the adrenaline rush of a challenge. "Alright 300 lbs," he says as if it's nothing.

Everyone has noticed a competition is going on and pays attention.

Carl rests the bar on his shoulders trying to centre himself. He takes a deep breath in.

His legs tremble as he squats down as far as possible with the large weight pulling him to the ground.

He breathes out sharply coming back up and the guys cheer him on impressed.

Carl puts the bar back up. Though his arms are a little shaky, he's incredibly relieved.

'Take that motherfucker!' he thinks smiling triumphantly.

"Good job!" Jack mumbles quietly while Carl struts up to take his team mates praise.

"What's that?" he asks seeing that Jack has reached for another weight.

"320," he responds flatly.

The guys go quiet seeing that Jack is actually going to push this further.

His muscles ripple as he takes the new weight on his shoulders.

With an effort, but clearly not too much of an effort, he squats down before the silenced audience.

His nostrils flare out as he takes a powerful breath in and holds the pose.

He gradually rises up.

Air hisses between his teeth as he comes back up to a standing position.

The others maintain a respectful silence waiting to see if he breaks.

The guys clap very impressed.

They are quite happy to watch the two battle it out till one of them collapses into a pathetic lump.

The bar is placed back on the stand with a terrific crash.

Carl feels everyone looking at him expectantly, wanting to know if he'll step up or back down. "Go on Carl," they encourage him together.

"Yeah, go for it Carl," Jack says in a mocking voice.

He stares menacingly at his foe, wishing to tear him to shreds. No way will he back down now.

He steps up full of confidence and puts the weight back on his shoulders.

Ever so gently he eases down, but he can already feel his legs starting to buckle and his back straining.

He moans angrily, determined not to let the bastard show him up!

His veins bulge under the fantastic strain, his muscles pulled tight threatening to rip apart.

Wobbling in place he realizes to his horror that he's not going to make it. The weight is too much and his legs have locked in place and won't rise up again.

Jack quickly comes up behind him and reaches round to steady him.

Jack supports his chest not letting him fall forward.

With Jack's support, Carl is able to rise back up though he's shaking very hard.

Carl can feel the man's hard sweaty chest flat against his back holding him up.

Although it completely repulses him, he allows Jack to help him because he's afraid of the horrendous humiliation of dropping the weight and hurting himself.

Carl immediately pushes Jack away from him. "Fuck off!"

"If I want your help..." he says pausing to give Jack a murderous stare.

"I'll ask for it!"

"Chill man," Jack says unable to understand why he's getting so bent out of shape.

Carl turns his back on him, ignoring his remark.

"Seemed like you needed a hand," he sneers.

Carl is disgusted with himself. That this upstart fucker should show him up and then come to his rescue!

Jack slaps his new team mates hand accepting their praise. He knows he's proven what he needed to.

While a flustered Carl angrily whips a towel out of his bag, he doesn't notice that his phone goes clattering to the floor. It auto calls the first number listed in the phone book...

PART 7: Carl's macho pride has taken another blow after Jack showed him up again. He's desperate to win back the respect of his buddies on the team. If a man can't assert his dominance by showing his physical strength, the next best thing is to brag about his sexual conquests.

"Alright then, bench press!" Carl says instigating a new challenge.

Jack chuckles and looks down upon Carl like he's a man who doesn't know how to admit when he's been beat.

Carl angrily turns away trying to think of something else that'll impress the guys. He wipes the sweat off his face and then notices his phone has dropped on the floor.

He's so consumed thinking about what his next move should be, he doesn't notice that the phone has dialled Abi's number.

He impatiently shoves it in his bag while thinking about wild sex stories he could brag about to the guys.

Abigail and Tara have just finished their game of racquetball and are about to change when Abi hears her phone ringing.

The number isn't recognized on her phone, but she decides to answer it anyway. Some clients whose numbers she hasn't saved call her occasionally.

"Hello? Abigail Stevens speaking." There is a pause and no one answers.

The men grunt and groan lifting the heavy weights.

The phone snuggled in Carl's gym bag catches it all and Abi assumes that it's some pervert prank calling her.

"Normally I can squat more, but not after that massage I got yesterday," he says boastfully.

Abi was ready to hang up, but then she hears a voice which sounds strangely familiar.

Jack's muscles strain lifting the bar up and down, trying to concentrate and not let Carl distract him.

"Oh yeah?" he hisses.

"Bet you didn't have massages down in the ghetto at Wi Tech, did ya?" Carl taunts him.

"Sure we have massages," Jack says smiling, as if his words have a double meaning.

"Yeah, but not as relaxing as the one I got yesterday from Abigail," he declares boldly.

Jack eyes him suspiciously, wondering if he means what he thinks he means.

The other guys freeze and listen, their ears have suddenly perked up and they are hungry for details.

Abi's jaw nearly drops to the floor. What the fuck is this about?

"Yeah, real relaxin'," he gloats grabbing his crotch to drive the point home.

"Abigail Stevens?" Jack asks sitting up.

"Yeah. Although most of the massage was being done to her tonsils by my meat," he snickers, amused by his own witticism.

"I thought I recognized her," he says smirking. He thinks back to catching sight of her in the locker room.

Abi listens closely, her nostrils flaring in anger.

"She worked at Wi Tech before. Gave blow jobs to everyone on the team," he laughs.

Carl goes dead silent.

"Me especially," he boasts proudly.

Abi can't believe her ears. Why would anyone spout out these horrible lies about her?!

The guys smirk and whistle.

She can't believe what macho pigs these guys are. And to think she spends all her time and energy trying to help them after tearing up their bodies on the field!

Carl is fuming inside. Why would she blow this guy when he was laying out in front of her with his dick rock hard?

"No way!" the guys say in disbelief.

Abi's disgust at listening to what these guys are saying quickly turns into a simmering rage.

He can't believe it! Jack has topped him again.

"In fact, she only turned down losers at Wi Tech," Jack goes on.

"That's why she had to leave." The guys chuckle at this bit of gossip.

"Way! Jeez!" Michael laughs already planning to make another appointment with Abi. He thought she was attracted to him, but he was too shy to bring it up.

"Yeah right," Carl laughs sheepishly, pondering why he was turned down if this is true.

"I swear! She and Tara were the college hookers," Jack insists.

Carl is hardened with rage. Why didn't Abi want to screw him as well? Next time he won't take no for an answer because he knows now how she really wants it.

"I fucked Abi up the arse once while fingering her slutty pal Tara," he boasts.

"Their motto was 'Any hole's a goal!'"

The guys laugh at what Jack said. He's really the man!

Hanging around him, they are sure to start getting more tail, maybe even have some gang bangs.

They picture what could happen next time Abi dares to walk into the men's showers. They can circle around her while she services them one at a time on her knees.

Abi listens to their repulsive male snickering, her stomach churning in disgust.

Unable to hear anymore she hangs up the phone. Tara sees how serious her face has become. "What's wrong?"

Abi wants to confide in her what she's just heard, let her know how the footballers really are foul pigs.

But she stops herself. Her mind spins with ideas of how to get revenge.

"Have you found any volunteers for your experiment?" she asks innocently.

"No. Why?" Tara replies in confusion.

"I think I know some subjects," she says. Then, after a few seconds, she adds, "And I want to help."

Tara isn't sure why Abi's changed her mind like this. She didn't sound very enthusiastic about her project at the start.

Abi merely smiles mysteriously.

PART 8: Carl has returned to Abi's massage room for another full body massage. After hearing from Jack about what a major slut she is, he's determined not to leave without at least a blow job. Stripping completely naked and laying on her table again, his skin is tingling with expectation.

Abi does some calming effleurage over his back to warm him up and help him relax. She wants him completely at ease, but he seems strangely tense to her.

"I was chatting with Jack the other day..."

A smile creeps across her face as she knows exactly what was said the other day.

"and he said you used to work over at WiTech."

"That's right," Abi says brightly.

"I hear you were popular with the guys."

"Yes, we all got along well," she says innocently, knowing exactly what he's leading up to.

"How well?"

Abi merely grins and carries on rubbing his naked back, letting him anticipate what he wants.

The door opens suddenly and Tara struts confidently in.

Carl is enraged that the moment has been broken. He was just about to turn over and let Abi blow him!

Tara smiles sweetly and walks in.

Carl thinks she must have walked into the wrong room, but she doesn't appear to be leaving. It embarrasses him any stranger could walk in and see him laying here so exposed.

"This is Tara. She's a new masseur I'm training," Abi explains.

"I'm the quarter back," Carl arrogantly barks. "I deserve a professional massage."

Both the girls laugh like he just made a joke. "You mean you were the quarter back," she says mischievously.

"Besides, Tara has some very interesting new techniques."

The women share a knowingly glance and smile.

"Just get on with it, alright," he says, his ego smarting from her remark.

Tara smiles excitedly.

"Close your eyes and relax," Abi urges him, giving his muscular back some broad warm strokes.

Satisfied his head is down so he can't see, Tara gives Abi another glance and knows she can get on with the plan.

Carl silently wonders what her special techniques are. Could it be like Jack said and he'll get to do them both at the same time?

Tara quietly gets out her special tools from her bag.

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She creeps up to the table quietly, making sure he doesn't look up.

Abi delicately pulls his arms behind his back, pretending she's just helping him to stretch out.

Quickly and wordlessly the women take the rope and wrap it around his wrists and ankles.

"I told you. Just a regular massage girls. None of that weird Japanese shit today, I'm not in the mood," Carl warns them.

Abi ignores him and swiftly slips the knot around both wrists keeping them together.

Carl begins wriggling uncomfortably on the table unsure what is up.

Tara expertly ties a knot so his legs are bound together.

Carl's breathing quickens wondering what's happening, but he waits trustingly for Abi to tell him what's going on.

The knot is secured tightly.

Then the women slide the rope over both arms securing them against his back so he can't lash out.

Carl thinks that this must be some incredibly bizarre technique that they are trying out but he still trusts that they know what they are doing.

Carl feels Abi lift up the towel and his arse is revealed to both the women!

His pert arse sticks up vulnerably beneath them.

Abi does a final check to make sure the ties are really secure.

The women share an excited grin. Carl is on tenter hooks naively still thinking he'll be able to fuck both of them.

He tries to move his hands and finds that he can't. He tries to move his legs and finds that he can't.

Tara silently removes the belt from his trousers. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, Carl calls out, "Eh? What's up?"

"This is the new massage," Tara says staring down at his arse. Abi holds him securely in place.

Tara raises her arm and sends the leather belt whooshing through the air toward his exposed naked arse!

It lands on the soft plump flesh with a sharp CRACK!

"Argh! You stupid fucking bitch!"

The women simply grin at his insults and Tara sends the belt cascading through the air towards his arse again.

"Stop trying to move. Relax," Tara teases him.

Abi watches excitedly as the belt slaps loudly against his cheeks.

His arse is already stinging and sore.

Carl tries to raise his arms up as the belt whacks him again and again, but Abi is easily able to hold him down with the restraints binding him.

From the continuous blows he feels genuine sharp pain and begins rocking violently on the table, unable to take it anymore.

Abi laughs unable to control her excitement seeing this big stupid jock get exactly what he deserves.

"Untie me!" he demands his voice cracking in pain.

"You are dead meat when this is over."

The women sneer at him, not in the least intimidated by his hollow threats.

Tara knows how much Abi wants to have a go, after the things he made up about her.

Abi stares down at his naked body, trembling with excitement from this new feeling of absolute power she has over him.

She snaps the belt teasingly against his arse, toying and playing with him, enjoying seeing how he squirms so pathetically.

Then she lashes his arse hard several times to drive him wild.

"Stop it! Please!" he shouts, his voice hoarse and on the brink of tears.

"Help!" he shouts desperately unable to take anymore.

Concerned he is getting too loud, Tara shoves a towel in his mouth to shut him up.

"Not another word," Tara warns. Carl moans pathetically.

He's in a total panic. He's never felt so utterly powerless, especially not with a couple of slutty women!

Tara slams his angry face back down, his cries muffled by the towel. Now he's completely at their mercy.

PART 9: Carl is laying on the table in total shock as the girls start mercilessly whipping his ass. He can't understand how his horny three-way fantasy with two massage therapists has so quickly turned into a perverse nightmare. The sensation of being naked without any control whatsoever makes him madder than hell.

Abi stares down at his plump ass cheeks and thinks about the nasty insinuations he made about their massage session together.

Nobody can make up stories about her and get away with it!

The leather snaps against his sensitive cheeks with a sharp slap.

She's pleased with the marks she's leaving on him.

Carl groans miserably, the acute pain feels so intense.

She lashes his ass again and again, his body rocking back and forth angrily trying to resist her.

The sweat and tears drip down his face as he endures the humiliation.

Tara grabs him by the hair, eager to see his pained expression as he's spanked.

His ass is glowing only slightly pink and Abi wants to be sure he doesn't soon forget this lesson.

He moans through the towel begging for her to stop.

The belt lands on his cheeks with a crack.

Realizing he will receive no mercy Carl angrily curses them shouting out a muffled, "You fucking bitches!"

"What was that?" Tara asks grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head up.

Abi slaps his arse again harder.

Carl cries out in absolute frustration, unable to stand being overpowered by a couple women.

His backside is lashed severely.

Abi stares down upon his naked body coolly, seeing how his strong body winces and shrinks beneath her.

Tears run down his face as he shuts his eyes tightly, unable to believe this is happening.

He hollers violent curses into the towel as if he's going insane.

"Not very brave is he?" Tara squints up her nose in disdain.

Carl huffs in exhaustion, peeking his eyes open to see if it's all over.

He shouts out trying to defend himself, but they are unable to hear him through the gag.

"I thought he was meant to be one of the toughest football players on the team. Oh well," Abi sighs. "That's enough. For now."

The women glance at each other, confirming it's time to carry on to the next part of the plan.

Carl tries to pull his head away from Tara, not knowing what is happening next. </center>

He tries to shout for help, but Tara holds the towel firm as she wraps the tape around his head securing it tight.

Carl has no idea what's happening to him. It's like he's being kidnapped and taken hostage. But for what?

Abi watches his futile struggle, bound tightly and unable to stop them despite his considerable physical strength.

He begins rocking back and forth on the table again, trying desperately to fight against his binds, but he only succeeds in hurting his wrists and arms. Abi easily holds him down.

He shouts until his throat hurts, but it does no good as its muffled by the thick towel.

Just to make sure he can't be heard Tara binds it over his mouth incredibly tight.

'There we are,' Tara thinks happily.

Carl wriggles on the table still trying to get free.

The women take a moment to admire their handy work and watch the naked man uselessly flail against the ties.

His arse shows pink indentations from the belt licking him.

Carl looks around him wildly trying to formulate some plan to escape.

Tara wordlessly takes another towel and approaches him again.

The terror they are causing him by not letting him in on what's happening next is part of his punishment.

He tries to turn to see what Tara is up to now.

But before he can see, the towel is wrapped around his head blinding him.

The women can't help grinning at how ridiculous and helpless the man looks.

Tara wraps the strong tape around this towel to hold it in place.

Abi wants to make sure it's incredibly secure.

They wrap the tape around his head again and again giggling excitedly.

Tara has to carefully cut the tape as his head is whipping back and forth.

The women burst out laughing excited at what they've done.

"Feel comfortable?" Tara asks.

Carl shouts under the towel, utterly incomprehensible.

The women laugh heartily in response.

Abi can barely believe they've gone through with it. They've captured the former quarterback and can do anything they want with him!

After endless subtle humiliation from these big lunk heads she's finally getting her own back.

Tara is more than happy to help out her good friend after hearing what he said about her.

The women's plan is going perfectly so far. Now for the really fun part!

Carl moans miserably like he's finally accepting his defeat and he has to follow what these women want.

Tara's suddenly had a thought, a possible flaw in their elaborate plan.

Carl is completely bound and unable to see what's happening. But what about everyone else?

"How will we get him out of here without anyone seeing?"

"Ah. I'll be right back."

Tara is slightly worried. If they are caught they will be in a lot of trouble.

But for the moment, she's enjoying looking down upon the naked man tied up so securely, admiring her handiwork and his sexy body.

"Perhaps you should treat women with respect from now on," Tara says staring down at him from her superior position.

The door opens and Abi comes back in, careful to make sure no one is around to see what's inside the massage room.

She pulls in a big laundry bin filled with dirty towels and jocks.

"That's perfect," Tara says. Abi beams proudly at her clever plan.

PART 10: The locker room is bustling after a hard afternoon's practice. All the guys take time in the baths and showers to sooth their aching muscles. Their loud conversation echoes throughout the locker room filled with steam and the smell of sweat.

"Carl's good, don't get me wrong," Don says to Jack in a conspiring tone of voice. "But he doesn't take chances on the field. We need someone like you who isn't afraid to take risks."

Jack nods, happy that the team is really warming up to him taking over as the new quarterback.

Abi and Tara walk by pushing the bin filled with old towels, sports gear and their secret captive.

Jack nearly jumps out of his skin seeing the two fully clothed women suddenly standing beside him.

Thinking quickly, Abi asks, "Any dirty towels or clothes for the wash?" The guys look at each other in surprise and confusion.

Then they shrug and get up.

Abi tenses, noticing that a part of Carl's leg is visible.

Jack gathers up all his sweat-soaked stinking clothes from practice.

The guys are about to get out and throw them in the bin, but Abi quickly offers, "I'll take them."

Jack knows the things he said about Abi and Tara aren't true, but he doesn't see any reason why they can't one day become true.

He stands fully naked in front of them, letting them look at his muscular body and hopes that their pussies are going wet for him.

Jack is picturing himself getting real down and dirty with this girl, screwing her brains out while all the guys from the team cheer him on.

"Hand them here," Tara instructs Don who stands before her naked glistening with soap and water.

"That too," Tara says nodding at his jock.

Don smiles shyly handing it over.

She drops the jock, pungent with the smell of sweaty balls, into the laundry bin. Abi carefully arranges the clothing to cover any exposed bits and making sure all the dirtiest bits of clothing are over Carl's face.

"Smells like you guys worked hard today!" Abi comments. The guys laugh sheepishly.

They quickly carry on, wanting to get out of the locker room as soon as possible.

Abi suddenly likes the idea of their helpless captive made to endure being trapped under the teams' dirty laundry.

Abi has in no way forgotten what Jack said about her.

Jack peers at their asses as they sashay past.

Carl twists around inside the bin and the women quickly steady it. The guys are lost in their own thoughts.

They feel a sense of heightened sexual awareness having stood naked before the women who treated them casually.

Their skin is tingling and alive after revealing themselves to them and they obsessively contemplate what the women thought of them.

The women are quietly nervous. There are a lot of men hanging around the locker room. It's a big risk. </center>

The men are showering, their vision blurred by soap and the spray of water.

"Any dirty uniforms for the laundry?" Abi calls out brightly.

They see a woman's head suddenly poke into the showers and all the guys instantly reach down to cover their crotches.

"Any jocks or T-shirts?" Abi says looking them over.

The startled men um and ah quickly struggling to cover themselves. Tara slips in to have a look as well.

"Nooo!" the guys say nervously laughing.

The women grin at each other leaving the guys shaken and embarrassed by the intrusion.

They carry on carefully, making sure Carl isn't moving enough to make anyone suspicious.

The guys are chatting about their plans for the weekend when the girls enter the room.

Michael notices Abi walking in.

He rushes up to her, turning over in his mind the stories Jack was telling them all.

He throws his dirty clothes into the bin and thinks of the best way to try to get one of Abi's special massages.

Knowing what a sex-hungry girl Abi is, his heart is pounding madly in his chest while he removes the towel from around his waist.

"That must be heavy. Let me help," he offers hoping to impress her.

"No that's alright," Abi says quickly, suddenly nervous.

Michael stands proudly before her with his entire body on display wanting to excite her.

"Really we don't need any help," she insists.

"Please. I'd like to," he says.

He gets up close to them, nudging them out of the way so he can take over pushing the bin.

Abi stares down worried that Michael will notice.

A part of Carl's hairy leg is pointing out.

To distract him from looking down Abi suddenly asks, "How is your leg feeling today?"

"My calf is still aching a little. But that massage you gave me the other day really helped. I sure appreciate it."

"You're a wizard with your hands Abi," Michael adds seductively.

Ed gathers up a bunch of his dirty clothes to throw in the laundry bin. He's worn them in a few practices and they stink horribly now.

"Thanks," Abi says, unable to stop herself from glancing down nervously again at the laundry.

Ed throws his smelly towel and clothes in.

Michael can smell the fragrant massage oil on Abi. He imagines lying beneath her again with her hands running over his naked body.

Abi glances at Tara wondering how they are going to get out of this if Michael keeps pushing the laundry bin.

But Michael stops in place seeing the coach barrel in. Abi uses this opportunity to wrestle control of the bin again.

"Michael, have you seen Carl?"

"No," he shrugs. Abi and Tara's hearts are racing.

"That boy is really slacking," he shakes his head.

"Well, get over here. We're going to have a short round up about today's practice."

The attention of all the guys is diverted and they move into a small group.

"Alright. Sorry ladies," Michael says staring longingly at Abi.

"It's no problem," she says with relief.

Abi sighs and glances at Tara who is trembling from the excitement.

The guys drift into the corner together laughing and chatting while the women slip away.

Luckily no one noticed what was poking out from underneath.

All the footballers have dirty ideas about Abi and Tara from what Jack has been saying. They are all interested in booking a massage now.

The girls quickly make their way to the door.

They jostle the big bin through the door knocking it sharply against the frame and agitating Carl.

Carl begins moaning beneath his gag under all the towels and dirty clothes. The stench from all the sweaty items in the bin is potent.

The coach is talking loudly in his rough voice and Carl's moans go completely unheard.

Abi hurriedly pushes him through and breathes a big sigh of relief. Now for the next part of the plan.

PART 11: Later that day, all the guys have left the gym except for Jack. No one has seen any sign of Carl. Jack finishes changing feeling smug in the knowledge that he's scared Carl away. He's only been at Hartsmere College a short amount of time, but he's already established that he's stronger, more clever and has screwed more women than the former quarterback. Life is looking good.

The locker room is deserted as Jack buttons up his shirt.

His phone beeps telling him he's got a message.

Jack left a message with Abi earlier asking if he could book a massage.

He's certain that she gave him a special look when she was passing through the locker room earlier.

He knew she couldn't resist him!

Later that night, Jack returns to the gym for his rendezvous with Abi.

The place is pitch black and Jack has no idea how to get the lights on.

He walks carefully through the empty hallway. "Abi?" he calls out.

There's no response, just his footsteps echoing throughout the great empty room.

Jack feels a little confused, wondering what's going on.

Then he realizes what's happening. This girl Abi is kinky! She's going to surprise him and draw him into some dark corner for some nasty fun.

"Where you hiding girl?" he calls out into the darkness.

There's no answer. She must be around here somewhere. Seemed like she was already wet and dying for it from her text message.

"Come on, girl! Quit playing. I've got something thick and juicy for you right here!"

Receiving no response again, Jack walks deeper into the training room.

It suddenly occurs to the feisty young jock that this may be a set up.

"Hello?" he shouts out. Did she lure him to an empty gym just to make a fool of him?

He sighs in frustration. He worked himself up for this evening and was ready for a good long fucking.

His imagination is still fired up picturing all the kinky things he could do with Abi and her friend Tara.

He thinks he hears some movement in the distance and keeps walking forward, careful not to stumble over the equipment.

"Are you there? Turn on a light," he says getting annoyed. A moment of silence passes.

"Where is that bitch?" he mutters under his breath.

Suddenly he feels a hard blow to the back of his head.

The barely lit room swirls around him and he sinks into an even blacker darkness. </center>

His legs buckle underneath him, his unfulfilled horny fantasies still smouldering in his mind.

Jack collapses onto the floor.

The room is silent as he lays beneath the woman's feet.

She prods him with the tip of her shoe to make sure he's out of it.

Jack makes no movement.

In his dreams, he's just won the big championship game for Hartsmere and he's the hero of the team. A group of cheerleaders rush up to him shaking their pom-poms. When they raise their arms to cheer they reveal that they aren't wearing any tops.

He sinks his face in between the women's heavy breasts, licking and sucking on them, while the girls pull out his achingly hard dick to suck dry with their pretty little mouths.

He pictures the audience from the football game still watching as he licks, fingers and screws the entire cheerleading team in front of them. The girls are laughing excitedly as he reaches for them all.

In the darkness of his dreams, the female laughter turns frighteningly sinister. And, suddenly, Jack isn't sure whether this is a dream, a nightmare or the real thing.

Disorientated, he slowly comes back to life. His body is aching and horribly cold. His head is pounding like its been hit with a sledgehammer. Jack has no idea what's happening.

PART 12: It's a quick fall from the heights of success and popularity to the lowest point imaginable. Jack felt on top of the world, but he slowly returns to consciousness feeling cold, weak and terrifyingly vulnerable.

Jack groans, his face flat against a cold metal slab.

He slowly wakens and finds his head is pounding so horribly all he wants to do is sink back into sleep.

His muscles ache like he's just been tackled hard.

Tara tires of waiting for him to wake up fully.

The freezing cold water cascades over his body making him want to shrink and hide.

Every nerve in his body feels like it's been prodded with a sharp pin.

He shudders and cringes beneath Tara who stands towering over him.

Jack roars in pure anger.

He's confused with no idea what's happened but he's going to fucking murder whoever did this to him.

"What the fuck?" he shouts trying to open his eyes against the painful light.

He tries to jolt upward but finds he's chained to the ground by his neck.

"Where am I?"

He tries to lift himself up harder and break the chains.

He struggles with all his might, his veins bulging, but the chain doesn't give.

"You are the subject of my experiment," Tara says.

Jack whips his head around and is startled to see a woman. Did a woman really do this to him?!

He thrashes around trying to get up and sees the chains and cuffs.

He tries again to break the chains through sheer strength.

His body trembles as he uses every last ounce of his strength trying to break free.

It drives him mad not being able to overcome something with his own strength.

He turns to look at her for help, but she merely grins down at him.

His mind races trying to understand what's happening and why he's chained like this.

Suddenly, he's overcome with exhaustion. His body feels like it's been run through a 24-hour training session. </center>

He can't understand why he can't break the chains. He thought he was strong enough for anything.

Finally he looks pleadingly up at Tara for help.

"Your binds are stronger than you are."

She laughs at what a helpless child he looks sprawled out nearly naked on the floor.

"I'm so hungry," he moans miserably.

He pants out of breath, so exhausted he can barely hold himself up any longer.

"Can I have something to eat or some water at least?" he begs.

He collapses to the ground completely, still dazed from the blow to his head.

"I'll get you food and water," Tara says kindly.

"But first, an exercise of trust."

"Place your wrists and ankles in those cuffs," she commands him.

Jack feels a sense of alarm. What is it she's planning for him?

He grits his teeth in frustration, seeing no other option but to obey whatever she requests of him.

It feels disgustingly degrading following the orders of a woman. Him- the new quarterback star of Hartsmere!

He wearily slides his wrists into the cuffs, his entire body aching.

His throat is dry and stinging. His head is pounding. He's desperate for relief.

A thin layer of sweat covers his body as he nervously waits for Tara to fulfil her promise.

Tara unclips a small device from her belt.

She's surprised how easily a hard man like Jack caves in to her demands. It demonstrates how quick men are to follow when confronted by a person in authority.

Tara is consumed with a tremendous sense of power holding the remote in her hand.

With only a little push on the button...

CLICK!

The cuffs are locked securely in place. Jack instinctually tries to pull his hands out, but finds that he's trapped kneeling on the floor with his ass up.

Tara grins in satisfaction knowing she has complete control over the man now.

Jack is consumed by a sense of terror he's never felt before - he's been rendered completely helpless. He can't stand the feeling!

At that moment, the door opens.

Jack struggles in place, disgusted that anyone else would see him trapped in such a humiliating position.

He decides that he can take admitting his weakness for the moment if it will mean he can get out of this horrifying situation.

"Help! Let me out!" he pleads to whoever it is.

Abi ignores his appeal for help and looks down at him grinning, noticing he's been locked in.

"Is punishment part of the experiment?" she asks.

Tara laughs, "Yes, it is a very important part."

Abi smiles stroking her hard wooden paddle.

"Very well then," she sighs happily.

Jack can hear her heels clicking on the dirty concrete floor as she steps up to him. She looks so beautiful and feminine, possessing a strength he didn't know women had.

Staring up at her he's aware he's completely at her mercy and the thought horrifies him.

Tara surveys the near-naked man chained to the floor, wondering how he'll endure the surprises they have in store.

PART 13: The new pride and joy of the football team has woken up in a very precarious position. He's worked hard his whole life to gain respect and be powerful enough that no one can bring him down. But Jack is discovering that he underestimated the women he thought would come flocking to adore him. Now he's experiencing an emotion he hates above all others: fear.

Jack awkwardly turns his head and sees Abi standing over him looking very feminine and completely in control.

She easily flicks away the towel which was covering him.

Jack feels a flare of anger, being bound by the wrists, ankles and neck he's unable to do anything to stop her.

He's been rendered totally exposed and vulnerable against his will.

He can feel Abi's eyes surveying his naked body while he's bound in this very unmanly position.

Without warning she swings her wooden paddle up high in the air, staring fixedly at the prime target pointing up for her.

Jack howls in rage feeling his ass hit.

The waves of pain travelling through his body from the sharp slap are worsened by the sound of the women's laughter.

"How does that feel? Mr Big Fucking Quarterback?"

Jack struggles against the chains and binds, but is unable to move out of this humiliating, vulnerable position.

He grits his teeth in frustration, unable to accept the fact he can't stop this punishment.

His body jerks forward painfully with each blow to his ass.

Staring fixedly at his big muscular buttock Abi whacks him again and again.

The hard wooden paddle creates a concentrated sensation of pain in his body.

The women look at each other smiling at how the muscular man futilely struggles.

Abi puts more strength into it giving him a powerful smack.

Jack releases a deep-voiced moan feeling the paddle hit his sensitive ass harder.

The sound of the hard wood connecting with bare skin echoes throughout the hollow room with each hit.

Jack can't stand that this incredibly demoralizing punishment is being casually watched by a woman who is laughing at him.

His dick and balls, his pride, is totally exposed for these women's mockery.

"I heard the lies you've been spreading about us," Abi hisses at him. "And now you're going to pay!"

His ass is already sore and smarting from the blows.

It's throbbing and feels incredibly sensitive.

Tara grins deeply seeing every tiny intimate detail of him on show.

Abi uses all her strength to hit him again and really drive her point in. </center>

"Arrogant shit!" Abi says hitting him. Jack yelps helplessly feeling the acute pain.

He hangs his head guiltily, feeling incredibly low and ashamed.

The pain compounded with Abi's words grind Jack into the ground.

He's breaking out in a sweat from the pain and humiliation. He's still unable to admit that he's in a powerless position and struggles to accept his guilt.

Abi knows it takes more than only a few smacks on the bottom to teach a lesson to a man as smugly confident as this.

Although he's used to pain from the playing field, Jack is absolutely disgusted by the feeling of total exposure he has at this moment.

His arse is pointed right up in such a humiliating position that even his tender asshole is exposed.

Tara is consumed with a new kind of sexual curiosity seeing a man displayed like this.

Abi hits his rear and the girls watch how his dick and balls bounce back and forth with each blow.

"How does that feel, my pet?"

Jack howls in response feeling another sharp blow.

Abi swings at his ass again and again.

Jack's pulse is racing in alarm, feeling the angry need to fight back, but unable to do anything.

"You bitches!" Jack cries in desperation.

He pants angrily, fighting against his chains. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

Fuelled by his weak protestations, Abi hits him again vigorously.

The women laugh heartily, radiating with their power.

His powerful legs struggle with all their might to get away.

But the paddle hits his ass again with a terrific WHACK!

Jack's body thrashes back and forth in resistance.

The women's laughter and mockery is driving him mad.

Jack feels himself being driven to breaking point, where he wants to collapse and cry like a child.

The women laugh harder, gloating that they are grinding him down.

"Not much of a man, is he? Can't take much," Abi comments to Tara.

Jack pants in pain and groans in frustration.

"Come on! Are you some sort of pussy? Can't take it?" Abi taunts him spanking him more.

Jack does all he can to steel himself against it, but the pain is too much.

Abi grins wickedly.

Jack's pride can't tolerate all this and he's being made to admit he's afraid of these women.

Abi gains momentum in her excitement whacking him harder.

The hard wood is pummelling his ass until it's burning painfully.

"Please," Jack hisses pleadingly through his teeth. His resistance is at its breaking point and he feels drained of all energy to fight.

Abi shows no mercy smacking his ass with terrific strength.

True to her word, Tara returns with the food he requested.

She places the dog dish filled with porridge in front of him.

Jack has been worn down completely from the continuous punishment. His throat is parched.

His body is riddled with pain from the beating, his ass stinging severely.

He looks up at the bowl of food and he instantly starts salivating recognizing it will give him much needed energy.

At this point, he doesn't care that he's eating food from a bowl like a dog. It smells so good.

He greedily slurps up the food, much to the women's amusement.

The cold tastleless food is nonetheless a much needed small comfort for him. He can already feel it recharging him.

It disgusts him that these women can drive him to the point where he's begging for a bowl of disgusting food.

Greedily swallowing as much as he can, he's raging in his mind against them.

He coughs and splutters swallowing it too quickly. Again, he wants to break down in tears from the embarrassment of it all.

"This is revolting," he says.

"Seems your cooking's as lousy as your massages."

He laughs cruelly wanting to get back at them in any way he can.

Unfazed, the women confidently keep watching him and laughing back in his face.

Jack feels his body suddenly grinding to a halt.

His vision blurs and he goes dizzy.

He drops his head quickly losing consciousness.

The women smile in satisfaction.

The strong body of the quarterback seems to be shutting down completely.

He's sound asleep.

"Amobarbital," Tara explains to Abi which drug she used.

"Strong sedative but a little bitter to taste"

She sneers down at the unconscious footballer.

"He should have never criticised my cooking."

The women smile seeing how he's sleeping peacefully with his ass still pointing up in the air.

Tara's quite satisfied with how the experiment is going so far. The subject has shown an interesting progression, but there is still a lot to be done.

She thinks Abi was completely right. These footballers make perfect guinea pigs.

PART 14: Used to commanding the team, the two quarterback footballers demand respect and exert authority over everyone around them. They've both become far too accustomed to their positions of power, thinking that because they are strong and desired they can treat women any way they please. These big arrogant footballers are sorely in need of a good lesson about how to listen to women and work cooperatively.

Jack wearily comes back to consciousness.

His head is pounding fiercely from being knocked out twice and his body is aching and stiff from being stuck in the same position for a prolonged period of time.

Before he even opens his eyes, he is overcome with a sense of being cold and very exposed.

He has no clue about what's happening and then he recalls Abi and Tara standing above him and the beating Abi gave to his ass which is still smarting. He thought it was only a nightmare!

At the same moment, Carl wakes up after being put out with the same thing used on Jack.

They are disorientated, confused and uncomfortable with their asses pointing up in the air.

Jack shakes his head trying to rouse himself and figure out what's happening.

He's terrified that Abi might still be behind him, ready with her hard paddle. But he's surprised to see Carl there instead.

Carl sees Jack and feels an instant burning anger for him, assuming this all must be his fault.

"What's happening here asshole?" he demands.

Carl struggles to move but his hands and feet are securely bound by the same cuffs which hold Jack down.

"I don't know..."

"you prick!" he spits viciously.

Jack doesn't take insults lightly and he's fed up with this self-righteous jerk who is used to be the hottest shit around.

Carl can feel the rage coursing through his veins, he wants to hit this guy so badly right now.

"Get fucked!" Carl shouts in frustration.

His voice booms threateningly throughout the big hollow room.

Rising his voice competitively Jack shouts back, "Fuck you too!"

The two stare at each other hatefully.

If they were in the locker room they would have already come to blows, but finding themselves in this bizarre situation they are strapped to the floor and unable to make a move.

Carl drops his head in frustration, fighting to keep the fear which is welling up inside him down.

They resolve not to say another word to each other though they should really be communicating and trying to solve what happened to them right now.

Their bodies are cramped and uncomfortable from being bent forward on their knees.

They struggle to slip their hands and ankles out of the cuffs or break them apart, but it's futile. The binds are too strong. They desperately try to think what to do.

Suddenly, the door opens breaking the men's train of thought. </center>

They look with alarm at the door. Anyone could walk in and discover them in these incredibly humiliating positions.

Carl feels an all-consuming sense of panic, strapped naked to the floor with his ass in the air and he's unable to do anything!

Abi strides into the room coolly, glancing at the men strapped down on the floor.

Having heard the shouting Abi chides, "Now boys, play nice."

"What the... what's happening?" Carl desperately asks seeing who it is.

The guys are terrified to see Tara following Abi in along with a group of other girls.

Both of the men feel sick to their stomachs seeing that these girls are looking at them in this incredibly unmanly state.

Tara surveys them both calmly and with a sense of extreme anticipation. She lets the girls take the sight in for themselves.

"Girls, these are our subjects," Tara explains evenly as if showing them a perfectly ordinary display.

"Prime young men from the college football team."

The girls nod and take a good look finding the sight very intriguing.

The women have never seen men in such a state, let alone the most popular jocks at the college!

"Gentlemen, I'm giving you the power to release each other as an experiment."

Jack shudders wondering exactly what this experiment is going to entail. Although he'd never admit it, he's really scared.

Tara stares down at them commandingly. She's running everything now.

"There is a switch in front of each of you," she explains.

She nods toward the switch in front of Jack.

"Jack, your switch will open Carl's bonds allowing him to go free."

He sneers at Carl with absolute disgust. There's no way he'd set him free. He wants him to rot here.

The girls study the men's reactions closely and make notations.

"Carl, your switch frees Jack."

"You have the power to help each other escape."

"We'll see how long it takes for you to cooperate."

"You can't be serious! This is fucked up!" Carl says eyeing Jack with hatred.

Tara is consumed with the power she has over them in this experiment. They are the ideal subjects. This is going to be fun.

Carl squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself out of this horrifying situation. He hates Jack so thoroughly, his pride will never allow him to do anything to help him.

The female students study the men's naked bodies which look so appealing in their vulnerable states.

"The time starts now," Tara says clicking her stop-watch on.

The girls are suddenly all concentration, studying the men seriously to see how they respond.

Both guys are aware of the women's eyes locked on them, observing every inch of their bare skin. It's intolerably embarrassing.

Tara is confident that the experiment will prove successful. Even though they act like big naked Neanderthal brutes, she has faith in human reason and compassion.

There is a tense silence in the room as everyone waits to see what will happen next. Who is going to move to release the other man first?

The men stare at each other with pure hatred. Neither of them makes a move. Neither of them will ever back down.

PART 15: Inside the tough football players are trembling and embarrassed, but they maintain a stern exterior as best they can. Instead of maturely admitting to themselves that the anger they've produced in these women is their own fault they justify what they've done by blaming it on the other guy. Carl and Jack do their best to keep control and save face. However, there's a limit to how hard they can make themselves look when chained down in the very unmanly poses that they are in!

Both guys drop their heads in frustration, angry and embarrassed that the women are staring at them chained down with their arses in the air.

Tara is confident that the results of this experiment will make her reputation in the school's psychology department. All the women she's told about it are extremely interested.

Abi is fascinated to see how these macho jerks will react now that they've been trapped naked in these humiliating positions. She doesn't expect them to have the intelligence to release each other from the cuffs.

Carl takes a couple deep breaths and gathers all his energy.

He yanks and pulls against the handcuffs with all his might.

But no matter how hard he tries, they don't budge one centimeter.

His muscles start to feel strained from the effort and he gets out of breath, partly from the fear rising up in his chest.

"They're too strong for you prick," Jack yells at him, having already struggled to break the cuffs himself.

The women chuckle at the men, senselessly insulting each other when they should be working together.

Carl flushes in embarrassment, hearing the women laughing at him for being too weak to break his binds and being insulted by the other quarterback.

Tara smiles finding this a very amusing development.

Carl feels the anger rising up inside him at the frustration and humiliation of it all. He's certain it's all Jack's fault that they are in this mess and now he's expected to press the switch to release him? Never!

"Why should I trust this asshole?"

He tightens his fists to indicate he won't push the switch. He'll say anything as long as it makes the women laugh at Jack and not him anymore.

Jack breaths heavily in anger, reaching out like he's going to push the switch and release Carl.

But he knows if he does, Carl would be out that door in an instant and leave him here chained to the floor.

The women watch the men closely and make notes of their movements. This could all be over in a minute or they could be here for days. It's all down to the men's behavior.

"Screw yourself loser," Jack hisses at his sworn enemy.

He tightens his fist as if to say he'll never release this guy.

Tara grins at Abi, surprised that the men are so stubborn that they won't help each other despite being in such incredibly uncomfortable, embarrassing positions.

Abi smiles back and shrugs as if to say, 'I told you so.'

She's overjoyed she agreed to Abi's plan. Having two muscular naked subjects like this under her control is a dream come true!

"Blow it out your ass," Carl says back to Jack while staring at the control he knows the other man desperately wants him to push. "Yeah well fuck you!" comes Jack's rejoinder.

No matter what pain and humiliation he has to take, it will be better than backing down and releasing this bastard first.

The women eagerly look to Tara to see what she makes of the men's behavior. They are reacting most curiously! </center>

Tara stares down at them, emboldened by her power, watching their strong manly bodies struggling futilely against their chains.

She finds it very interesting their anger has transferred from their captor to each other. This says something most interesting about our psychology.

"Make a note ladies. At two minutes, they argue instead of helping each other. Typical men."

The women study the naked men struggling in place and make notes of their comments and movements.

"Is it risky at all?" Mary voices her concern.

"Not at all. The cuffs are very tough..."

"Titanium alloy." The men are breathless and tired from fighting so hard to break out of the cuffs.

Mary suddenly feels a jolt of excitement knowing the men really are completely trapped and subject to their whims.

Corinna is not so sure. These big naked brutes certainly look dangerous, like wild animals.

"So although the subject is very muscular he is powerless."

She looks down at her notes with her mind spinning excitedly with possibilities.

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes. They are utterly powerless."

Corinna bends down close to Jack. She is almost shaking she's so excited about being in a position of power over this tough naked man.

She jabs him with her pen to see if he reacts.

Jack shudders and tries to move, but his wrists and ankles really do have him trapped.

She prods him harder between the ribs where it'll hurt more. Jack grunts in frustration, his anger rising dangerously high.

Corinna is delighted with this situation. She can tease and taunt the big naked man all she wants and he can't do anything. This is the type of man who wouldn't even glance at her if she passed him in the street. And now, he's completely under her control!

Diana has been looking at the other naked man and noticing how angry he appears. "Look at how much this one is shaking. Interesting response."

Abi nods appreciating her observation and the fact she's making Carl more self conscious.

"Don't they look much smaller when they are naked like this?" Diana wonders aloud.

"Yeah, out on the field they seem huge," Mary adds.

Meanwhile, Corinna is making notes about how frustrated and powerless the men are.

"You'd expect star athletes would have more stamina and more going on... down below."

"Believe me, I've seen worse," Mary chuckles.

Corinna pokes him some more enjoying the fact she can tease and bully him with no repercussions.

He winces and she pokes him harder thinking, 'What's wrong? Can't take it big boy?'

Diana laughs at how helpless and weak this strong man looks.

She savagely prods him until he's trembling so hard with anger he looks like he's going to burst.

Abi's glad she can offer up these two stallions to these poor girls who spend most of their day in labs out of contact with any men.

"I think they are much sexier like this," Corinna concludes.

"They are hopelessly horny," Abi sighs looking the naked men over with authority.

"As soon as I touch them, they spring a boner."

The women laugh appreciatively at the men's expense.

The words 'hopelessly horny' spin round and round in Corinna's mind as she surveys the handsome male flesh displayed in front of her.

"That's interesting Abi because a part of this experiment is to test whether sexual desire leads people to cooperate more."

Abi purses her lips anticipating what Tara might have planned next.

"Here let me show you," Tara offers.

The men struggle some more in place, daunted by what's going to happen next when they are stuck in such vulnerable positions.

Corinna is incredibly curious hearing that there will indeed be a sexual aspect to the experiment.

Tara switches on the television she set up specifically for this purpose.

She hasn't looked at the tape she's about to play but can only imagine what's going to be on it.

Instantly, the image of a woman who has been made to strip appears.

Carl shudders in panic as he recognizes immediately what's on the screen. It's from a video he had stashed in his gym locker. She must have stolen it!

Jack's eyes are instantly drawn to the video, like a dog whose nose has picked up an interesting scent.

Carl knows this video all too well having watched it many times late at night.

The moment when the girls underwear is smartly pulled away. She's teased mercilessly by all the other girls as she stands there fully naked and then...

A special device is taken out to examine the vulnerable, naked girl.

The men are mesmerised by the exciting sight. It gets their blood pumping and warms them up, despite still being stuck in these painful positions.

'Those girls are nasty...' Jack muses growing aroused by the sight.

He feels an instinctual urge to dominate and fuck seeing the helpless naked girl.

Tara can see very well the video is having the desired effect.

The men struggle under their binds, but in a different way than before.

They are becoming excited by the hot images flashing across the screen and they are frustrated that they can't touch themselves or the girls around them.

Corinna grins seeing how aroused and agitated the big brute is becoming.

Carl feels it's cruel that he's being made to see something which is usually such a pleasure in such restrained circumstances.

Jack realises he's being manipulated, yet he can't bring himself to look away. All that sweet pussy he'd like to fuck.

If only one of those naked girls were under them now they'd fuck her for hours until their balls were dry.

The women observe how the men's cocks twitch watching the raunchy girl on girl action on the screen.

Abi grins at how the struggle to move to hide their arousal, but they are unable to.

The women chuckle glancing at each other and take notes on this intriguing development in the experiment. Now that Tara has raised this powerful sexual need in the men they really are like helpless slaves.

PART 16: The men feel doubly vulnerable and embarrassed now. Not only are they buck naked and chained to the floor by their hands and feet, but they feel themselves becoming unwillingly aroused by the porn being shown straight in front of them. They are painfully aware of the psychology students observing their every movement and reaction down to the smallest detail.

Carl and Jack stare at the lurid girl on girl video that's being shown though they try to look away.

Jack pants in frustration and looks up at Tara. Normally watching this kind of video he's completely comfortable and is able to jerk off. It feels cruel to watch something he loves so much under such duress.

"I don't suppose we're allowed to touch the test subjects," Diana says.

She brightly answers, "Certainly you can..."

"But they cannot be stimulated to the point of ejaculation otherwise the experiment will be compromised," Tara continues. Diana nods in agreement.

She loudly declares, "Men..."

"We wish to stimulate your penises!"

Horrified, Carl's head snaps up to make sure he heard her right.

Mary smiles wryly at the men's obvious discomfort.

"Eh?" Jack mumbles looking around in confusion.

"We're going to jerk you off," Tara says matter-of-factly.

Without hesitation, Corinna reaches under the powerful quarterback and grasps his thick penis.

Mary is more cautious, unused to freely handling men like this. She looks to Abi for approval. Abi nods, encouraging Mary to explore.

Her hand is trembling with excitement as she reaches between the big hairy man's legs to stroke his testicles.

She grasps his ass cheek and peers at the dark hidden area which she's never examined on a man before.

Unable to control her curiosity, she pulls his cheeks slightly apart to take a better look.

Bound to the floor, the men stare up at the raunchy video while feeling the most sensitive parts of their bodies being handled.

Their pulses are racing as they feel themselves becoming stimulated against their wills.

Jack is confused by the feelings of anger and excitement running through his body. He's the one that's always in control!

But being chained down, the women selfishly squeezing his sensitive flesh, he feels as if he's being molested!

Corinna strokes his penis making it throb and grow in excitement.

Hanging his head, Jack shuts his eyes and tries to fight it, but is unable to stop his organs from reacting to her sensitive touch.

The women are bursting with excitement stroking and grabbing the helpless man all they wish.

This is an opportunity like the girls always dreamed of. Two sexy footballers completely on display and unable to do anything to stop them!

Corinna is eager to show Tara how Jack is reacting to her stimulating him. </center>

His penis has grown in her hand and become very hot.

Diana grasps his balls and strokes them.

They feel very full to her.

Diana eagerly looks from one man to the other, enjoying their unadulterated greedy fun.

Jack groans in frustration feeling himself grow warmer and more excited.

The young women feel like his body belongs to them completely, as if he exists only for their pleasure.

Looking at his plump manly cheeks, Corinna can't resist reaching up for a big squeeze.

She scrapes her nails along his sensitive bottom, completely mauling the helpless man.

Tara looks between the two men looking to see how their stimulation is progressing.

Jack is liking a fucking machine they've turned on, but he has no outlet to achieve the release he craves.

His balls are churning, aching for relief.

The young women are very careful not to excite him so much that he'll achieve orgasm.

They look at each other and laugh at his evident frustration. He struggles in place desperate for a way to get off.

Tara is pleased by how the men respond. Their arousal is an elemental part of her experiment.

If Jack were free, he'd be manhandling and screwing these girls until he's satisfied. Instead, he's left panting and excited as they torturously continue to squeeze and prod him.

Mary is overcome with desire stroking the footballer's tender bits.

She's never had such prolonged easy access to a man's body. She can take her time and explore him as she really desires.

Abi roughly squeezes his dick with satisfaction. He expected her to pleasure him when he lay on her massage table. But here, she is taking her pleasure out of him.

Carl hangs his head, fighting his growing desire with every fibre of his being. Tara reaches down to raise his head.

"Come now, you must watch the screen for the experiment to work," Tara says to him.

She has a look underneath to examine his growing erection.

Carl obediently watches the screen and feels aroused by the horny scenes depicted.

Tara muses upon how quickly men respond to any form of sexual stimulation. They really can't control themselves.

Mary lets her hand slide up over his plump sack and stroke the silky hardening shaft of his cock.

The women smile at each other, knowing that if they really wanted to they could make him spill his seed all over the floor at this moment.

The men are practically panting, their erotic imaginations blazing from the all female action on the screen.

Jack's cock strains upward, hard and hungry for action.

Tara struts in front of the men, grinning at their growing sexual frustration.

The men can't stand the torturous sensation of being sexually manipulated while having absolutely no control.

Mary can feel how his balls are ready to erupt.

She snickers and looks to Abi, reaching under to feel how his dick pulses angrily.

With the women continuously stroking him, Carl feels his dick grow so hard he has to ejaculate.

Jack is on the brink of bursting... if only the women would grip his cock a little harder and pump it faster.

But the women take their time, stroking their dicks and then releasing them to observe how they point upwards stiff and eager.

They are emboldened by the power they have over the frustrated and horny men now.

Carl is completely pumped up and helpless at this point, like a dog in heat.

The men's minds are consumed by the need to ejaculate. The desire is running throughout every inch of their bodies.

"Now let's see how they respond," Tara casually suggests.

The women release the men's dicks and stand up.

They are both left on the brink of ejaculation. They are primed to fuck, but helpless to do anything about it.

Grunting angrily, they struggle against their shackles, their hard dicks straining upward.

Abi is glad to leave him frustrated and unsatisfied now that she's enjoyed his body for herself.

The women take a seat to see how the men act now.

Jack looks up to them pleading for someone to come finish him off. He's going crazy with the need to ejaculate.

The women merely smile and watch the horny creatures struggle with their irrepressible desire.

The psychology students take notes of how the men are stuck in place, sexually excited and looking increasingly frustrated.

They can see the looks of desperation in both men's eyes as if they'd be willing to do anything to get out of this situation now.

PART 17: The clever young psychology students have sexually teased the men showing them a pornographic video and stimulating their genitals until they are in a frenzied state of arousal. The quarterbacks can now think of nothing else but getting off, but they are unable to achieve a climax because they are bound to the floor by their wrists and ankles. Despite their intensely excited state, their common sense is still clouded by hate for each other.

The female students sit comfortably with their notes in front of them watching for developments in the naked men's behaviour.

"Can't you throw the switch. I'll let you out after," Jack insists in a pleadingly, desperate tone of voice.

Carl stares at the horny images on the screen, his temples throbbing with blood.

"Oh right. I can't trust you," he quips sarcastically.

"You stole my role as quarter back."

Carl can't get past the fact he's been fucked over by this guy. His pride will never allow him to forgive him or make one move which might help him.

"I didn't steal it!" Jack angrily insists.

The women note their aggressive behavior and the intense rivalry these males feel for each other.

"Right. I'm onto you asshole," he spits with his cheeks burning hot.

"You pretend to be nice and then stab everyone in the back. No way am I letting you free."

"Brilliant," Jack scowls.

"So we're going to rot here you stupid fuck!"

Abi enjoys watching these men turn on each other after they jointly lied about her and put her down in front of the football team.

Carl's mind works quickly, craftily thinking out ways he can get out of this and leave Jack in the lurch.

"Well release me first and then I'll let you go," he says trying to sound reasonable.

Jack looks at him trying to gauge his honesty.

It's blatantly obvious that Carl is lying to him. He has the worst poker face he's ever seen.

"I'd rather cut my balls off than help you," Jack says adamantly.

"You shit!" Carl says dismissively.

Jack is fuming. He imagines himself bashing Carl's head in and humiliating him in front of the whole team.

The women laugh at how defeated they look chained naked to the floor while refusing to help each other.

They never believed men could be so arrogant and pig-headed. This experiment will surely yield staggering results to the psychological studies community.

Some time goes by while women study the men's naked bodies, their dicks pointed up in reaction to the sexual scenes on the screen in front of them.

Tara stands over the kneeling naked men to assess them.

As the minutes tick past, the women note down crucial information like the time which has passed and the reactions of the men. </center>

Carl feels his brewing anger mixed with an escalating desire to get off.

The images on the screen spark an instinctual male sexual reaction in them.

For two hyper-masculine football players such as them, they can't suppress their desire to fuck seeing such images on screen.

Jack wants to bury his face between the women's legs, screw, finger and lick them from all sides.

After an hour of watching the porn, Carl is practically panting he wants it so badly.

His dick is straining like a miserable desperate creature with a mind of its own.

Jack's body is propped up as if he's about to drive his dick into a woman, but he's unable to move at all.

He's aware the women are watching him closely, scrutinizing every inch of his body.

But he's unable to control his desire to fuck.

No matter how ashamed the men are of their naked desire, they can't stop their dicks from straining up wanting a hole to pound.

A few hours pass with the men bent in this uncomfortable position and their bodies on display.

The men are growing exhausted. All their ability to reason disintegrates and they are only consumed with a desire to screw.

Carl tries valiantly to continue looking tough and in control even though he's not at all.

Jack is more slowly being worn down, the strain of staying in one position and his inability to get off defeating him.

The women note how even tough footballers' stamina has its limits.

Tara walks around them, observing how their bodies are strained upright.

She reaches under to test how sexually excited they still are while watching the screen.

She feels that his thick shaft is semi-hard.

Jack stiffens as she gives it a few tugs making it hard and prominent again.

He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling all the blood rushing to his dick.

The women observe how the desire to ejaculate consumes him completely.

Just as Jack was starting to feel his balls churning with an urgent need to cum, Tara releases his dick leaving him deeply frustrated.

She walks around them, observing them and is completely aware of how much power she has over him.

The men feel nervous with Tara walking with authority around them, but they try not to show it.

She stares intensely at Carl's genitals and asshole on display.

He tries to steel himself against her as she reaches under to grasp his cock.

He feels his cock grow unwillingly in her hand.

It feels so good being stimulated after watching the heated action on the screen repeatedly.

His plump glands want to push through the tight foreskin.

She strokes him to the point where he's gone completely tense with the desire to come.

Then she leaves him hard and unsatisfied while the women make notes about their reactions.

Although the men want nothing more in the world than to ejaculate, they still refuse to help each other to achieve this.

Tara is surprised and delighted by the interesting results thus far and she's pleased by the prolonged sight of these naked chained jocks. They should stay like this permanently.

"Please let me get off," he says pathetically.

Jack stares up at her in frustration. He feels like he can't take another minute of this intense sexual stimulation.

"No," Tara says in a matronly voice.

"But you can help each other."

"No way!" they both shout out in unison.

Their throbbing sexual desire is quickly pounded down by their macho pride.

Both men stare forward stubbornly, overcome with frustration.

Tara won't do anything if they aren't prepared to help each other.

Abi muses on the fact that men can't be counted on for anything except their unending desire to get off.

The women are absolutely astounded at the resistance these men have to helping each other. So much muscle and not an ounce of intelligence!

They shake their heads in disbelief and make notations about the men's ongoing stubbornness.

Tara sits comfortably again to wait and see if the men make any progress at all.

Another several minutes tick by and nothing.

The women don't care in the least how long this is taking. They are enjoying the naked footballer display.

But the men are in agony. Their arms, legs and backs are aching fiercely from being bent in this position so long.

They can't look anywhere but at the screen in front of them. The heated action continuously stimulates them.

It seems natural to Corinna that muscular young men should have to display themselves like this for the enjoyment of others.

As more and more minutes tick by, Jack loses all sense.

Both men are consumed with pain and frustration, but they refuse to speak a word to each other.

So many minutes slip by they lose track. It seems like they've been here an eternity.

The world blurs around them as their willpower reaches its limit. They want to fuck so badly they can't see straight.

They become a pair of primal, desperate animals.

Tara looks at her watch to see how much time has passed in total since the experiment began.

"Four hours and no cooperation yet," she declares.

She smiles at the others, not having expected the experiment to have lasted this long.

"They are both still very sexually excited," she points out.

Just hearing the women refer to their genitals makes them go very stiff again. All they can think about is the women touching their bodies and giving them relief.

Mary makes a note of the size and stiffness of each man's penis at this fourth hour.

Carl's heavy dick is aching for a release.

"I've never seen erections last so long," she says in astonishment.

"Very well then..."

"Let's stop for the day," Tara suggests.

Carl feels a glimmer of hope that the experiment is ending. He'll be released and allowed to ejaculate!

"Get the camera please Abi."

The girls are intrigued, wondering what Tara has planned.

The men tense with worry. Camera?

Abi uses the camera to record the massages she gives sometimes, especially when she's giving a tutorial on massage to assistants to judge technique and the receivers' reactions.

She sometimes watches videos of the male subjects she has worked with and gets very aroused.

Of course she keeps all these videos an absolute secret.

The women look over their findings thus far. The results are really staggering.

Abi points the camera so it's aimed directly at the men and will record their every movement.

She ensures that there is a clear view of their genitals.

The men are terrified staring up into the camera's lens wondering what's in store for them now.

The women look questioningly at Tara.

"This camera will record anything that happens during the night," she explains.

"The camera also sends out a live video that can be accessed on the Hartsmere College website by anyone who is interested in the experiment's progress."

Jack groans miserably hearing that this torture will continue all night long and he'll be publicly humiliated.

Tara nods conspiratorially at Abi as if this is all part of a master plan.

"Oh good! I can show all my sorority sisters what the experiment is about looking online."

"Very well then. We'll re-convene here tomorrow," Tara says in closing.

The women get up and file out the door. They can't wait to go meet their friends at a bar and tell them about what they've been doing.

Tara glances at the men as she passes. They thrash about desperate not to be left alone with each other.

"No! Don't leave us!" Carl pleads hoarsely.

Tara gives him a cold glance and continues on.

"You bitches!" the men shout in unison.

Carl is on the brink of tears. He's never felt so degraded and sexually frustrated.

The men watch Abi strut past, their last hope of any comfort and relief this evening leaving with her.

Abi doesn't even glance back at them as she leaves.

The naked men tremble seeing her leave, their hearts pounding like mad. They can't stand another second of this painful ordeal!

"Stop! Please!" they cry.

They moan and shout wildly. Their pleading is so desperate their words melt into a series of non-sensical animal cries.

They look back at the porn which is playing on a loop and will continue all night long.

Despite being erect for hours, they won't receive any relief tonight.

Feelings of anger and resentment churn inside his gut producing a pure hatred for the man beside him.

He feels on the brink of a complete physical and psychological collapse.

The men absolutely refuse to look at each other. Neither is prepared to show any sign he might back down.

The completely exposed football stars wonder what will happen if a stranger walks in during the night. And what if the women don't return tomorrow morning?! They can't even be certain anyone will find them. They might stay here for all eternity - naked, miserable, and painfully unsatiated.

PART 18: The sun rises on a new day, but the star athletes from the college's football team have got nowhere during the long cold night. The lurid pornography plays on a loop in the screen in front of them making them ceaselessly horny. With their hands chained uncomfortably to the floor they have no way of getting off. The women return after a comfortable night's rest and are delighted to see the men exactly where they left them.

"It's been over 24 hours and the experiment is now complete," Tara announces having poured champagne for everyone to celebrate.

Tara grins proudly, having never expected the experiment to go this far.

The women look at the naked men still positioned with their genitals up in the air.

They never would have believed men would be so stubborn that they would remain in these torturous positions all night long with their hard cocks ready to burst.

The experiment will be talked about for years amongst the behavioral science community.

"Both subjects have categorically failed to cooperate!" Tara is glowing with the power she's exerted making two of the toughest jocks in the college remain naked and chained to the floor for so long.

They clink glasses musing upon all that hard athletic muscle chained up under their control.

Diana secretly watched the web broadcast of the two men for several hours during the night and recorded it so she could watch it over and over.

She never believed she could be so turned on by a couple of stupid football players. But after watching them naked with their cocks straining, desperate for relief she thinks they should always be displayed that way.

"But what happens to them now?" she asks curiously.

She wonders what happens to men when they are denied sexual relief for such a long period of time.

Tara has been considering this for some time.

"Yeah, won't they want to get back at us?" Corinna wonders aloud.

"Abi and I have already discussed this," she replies confidently.

Mary knew that this couldn't really be the end of the experiment. There had to be something else she was planning.

"Leave it to us," she smiles excitedly.

Abi and Tara smile at each other conspiratorially.

The girls are curious about what they have in mind. Haven't they made the men totally submit to everything they wanted already?

Jack listens carefully, desperate for a shred of insight into what's become of him.

The tension of being restrained and sexually stimulated for such an agonizingly prolonged period of time has driven him to the brink of insanity.

The frustrated men strain to move, their limbs cramped and aching.

Grinning excitedly Tara motions Abi to follow her over to the men.

Abi's been eagerly waiting for this. Soon she'll be able to extract full revenge for the way these men spoke about her.

Carl nervously stares up at the porn, every nerve of him aware of Abi standing so close by.

Jack has been run through the mill, but he's still not prepared to back down and admit he was wrong. He'll fight till the end. </center>

Abi glances at Tara and nods. The women know that they are entering dangerous territory, that by pushing the men so far they may become uncontrollable.

Carl whips his head around desperately wondering what's going to happen.

Although he despises the women at this point, Carl can't help his excitement rising from a feminine presence being close to his naked body after the long cold night.

He hates Abi and his irrepressible desire to fuck the girls on the screen. But there's nothing he can do about it.

Abi gently strokes his painful erection, causing it to throb excitedly.

He tries to fight the sensation with all his might, but he is aroused against his will.

He feels her warm feminine hand caressing his shaft.

She squeezes the plump excited glands driving him absolutely insane.

Abi feels what a complete and utter slave he is to his desires and to her power over him.

Jack squeezes his eyes shut and stubbornly refused to be aroused by the images on the screen any longer.

In his mind, he angrily screams at himself not to become sexually excited again.

But as soon as he feels his bare genitals being touched by Tara's graceful feminine touch he's gone.

The soft, warm feeling is so good he can't resist it.

His heart pounds in his chest as his helpless desire to screw increases.

Tara very slowly strokes his cock making him appreciate every second of it.

She's thrilled at how quickly he reacts to her touch after his prolonged session of being denied. The smallest suggestion of sex and he's off like a pistol!

Jack grunts and moans wanting to cum so badly.

"Pump it bitch. Don't stop," Jack begs.

Tara promptly releases him, laughing hysterically to herself.

"Now," Tara says with authority to the men.

"You must convince us who wants to come the most."

She towers over them certain of her absolute authority.

The psychology students laugh at the predicament they have placed the men in.

They stare down at the men who are kneeling naked like animals who know nothing more than their base desire to achieve sexual satisfaction.

She knows how badly they want to respond, but their pride won't let them.

They will stubbornly refuse to do anything without some incentive.

"The winner will be allowed to ejaculate."

Abi knows the men already are imagining being able to fuck all of them if they win this competition.

Carl and Jack stare at each other, fully prepared to do anything to outdo the other and get out of this.

"Please let me go!" Carl begs desperately.

"I want to come so badly!"

It's satisfying for Tara to hear them admitting what perverts they really are.

"No! I want to!" Jack pleads louder than Carl.

Abi thinks with delight how low these men have fallen from their esteemed positions heading the football team.

"My balls are about to burst! Please! I've gotta come!"

The men struggle in their cuffs desperate to prove how much they really need to ejaculate.

"I want to come. Please!" Jack cries, his dick pointing up incredibly stiff.

Both men burn with shame, hearing the women laughing in a group behind them.

They find the sight of the naked men struggling in place and whining to come an absolute riot.

"That's not nearly good enough," Tara says.

Abi is loving this. She's positively drunk with power.

"Tell us what pathetic ass-wipes you are."

"I'm an ass-wipe!" Jack immediately cries out.

"I'm a shitty ass-wipe," Carl cries louder.

He pounds his fists insistently much to the women's amusement.

"Say 'I'm a cunt-hungry slut.'"

The psychology students quickly pick up on the girls' plan and want to join in.

"I'm a cunt hungry slut!"

"I'm a cunt hungry slut too!" Jack shouts trying to be louder than Carl.

Abi laughs hysterically hearing them demean themselves so viciously.

"All I want to do is fuck!" Jack shouts on the brink of tears.

"I'm a dirty panty sniffer," Carl confesses.

He feels the words spilling out of him uncontrollably.

His deepest fears and feelings of shame are exposed for the women to mock him.

The porn plays on with the women giggling on the screen. It's as if the women inside the video are mocking them as well.

"Say 'I'm a brainless fuck machine.'"

In unison Carl and Jack shout, "I'm a brainless fuck machine!"

Their voices are hoarse from their parched throats.

Diana loves being able to command them to say any demeaning thing she wants them to repeat.

She's never had so much fun.

They will never be able to look at these men on the field again without thinking about them naked confessing these things.

"I'm a pathetic sperm bag," Jack groans miserably.

"I'm a tampon-sucking sperm-eating whore!" he shouts, his face hot and red.

Corinna bursts out laughing. She thinks how she'll have to tell all her girlfriends about that one.

Carl's body rocks back and forth, revving up like a machine. All he can think about is fucking and emptying his balls.

The camera silently continues recording them and transmitting a signal out to the web for members of the college to view online.

Jack has gone completely manic. He pants and groans.

"I jerk off while looking at girls during lectures!"

The girls look at each other and laugh.

They always suspected men were debased and nasty sex-addicts at heart. Here's the proof.

"I sneak into the girls' bathroom and spank my monkey while licking the toilet seats!"

The women gasp in surprise. They can't believe what's coming out of these perverted men.

His heart is pounding and his blood is racing as he stares up at the horny sex taking place on the screen.

"I think about jerking off every minute of every day!"

He can hear Abi laughing her ass off while standing over him.

It's really incredible how low these prized footballers are sinking.

None of them expected such a reaction. But it's as if the truth about men is finally coming out.

Each barreling laugh from the women feels to the men like a slap in the face.

Tara is exceedingly proud at what she's done with this experiment. The results are truly ground-breaking.

Corina can't stop laughing. This is the most pathetic sight she's ever seen.

The men feel the shame in every inch of their naked bodies, their hard unsatisfied dicks desperate for release.

Abi looks at Tara and comes to a decision after this incredible display.

"I think Carl wins it," she says confidently.

"WHAT!" Jack groans angrily. In a flash, he pictures Carl being taken back to the warmth and security of Abi's massage room, all the girls crowding around him, letting him feel them up and giving him the biggest orgasm of his life. He won't stand for it.

PART 19: The healthy young jocks of Hartsmere College have been physically and psychologically ground down to the brink of collapse. Tara and the female psychology students have found that no amount of battering or verbal insults can make men get over their macho egos. However, the women have discovered that the male sex drive is a powerful tool that they can use to make the men do whatever they desire. The men think their ordeal is over, but the women have one more surprise in store.

The girls laugh at Jack's angry outburst. It amazes them that a man could be spanked, chained naked to the floor for 24 hours and still have so much fight in him.

Abi glances at Tara eager to get on with the next part of their plan.

"Alright Carl..." Tara says since he won the competition over who wants to ejaculate the most.

"You can come AND win your freedom if you do one thing..."

"Anything!!!!" he instantly replies.

"Fuck Jack," Tara says.

The women grin in surprise. Did she really just say THAT?

Jack stares angrily up at Tara. She can't be serious!

Tara beams at the shock she's caused. This macho prick is finally going to learn his lesson.

"That's a no brainer," Carl replies. The women gasp and laugh to each other. They've been turned on by the sight of the naked footballers, but never even considered what the sight of them fucking each other might be like.

Jack groans angrily and fights with all his might against the cuffs. He could never allow something like that to be done to him.

He feels sick in the pit of his stomach at the very idea of it.

He'll fight with every last breath in his body before he lets any man near his ass!

Tara knew Carl wouldn't be able to resist the offer. He's been denied sexual release for so long his balls are about to explode. He'll do anything to get off.

All this time Tara has had the key to the men's release in her pocket.

Carl has been locked in place for what feels like an eternity.

Jack continues to desperately struggle against his cuffs despite his physical exhaustion.

Tara nods at Carl confident that he'll complete their bargain once he's been freed by her.

The women watch on tensely waiting to see what's going to happen. These wild men could do anything once set free.

Carl's cuffs are unlocked with the press of a button.

He pulls his trembling wrists and ankles out of them.

He can't believe he's finally free!

It felt like he's spent an eternity naked, crouched on the cold floor.

Tara nods for the girls to bring over her special surprise.

He tries to painfully rise up. Every muscle in his body aches from being bent in the same position for so long. </center>

Tara didn't expect there would be so many to choose from.

She asked one of the girls to look around the college's dormitory this morning. Many students throw their used condoms out the windows.

Carl's limbs are trembling. He feels very weak after going without food or sleep for so long. He can barely rise.

"You fucking wuss!" Jack spits venomously at him.

Carl feels the anger rising up inside him. He can't stand anymore of this assholes insults.

Tara brings him the dog bowl filled with used condoms seeing that he's ready to go.

He's been staring at the porn all night long and it's all he can see when he closes his eyes. Now he's filled with an uncontrollable desire to fuck like a madman.

"Better to be safe," Tara says offering him the bowl.

He stares up at them with incomprehension.

"You don't want to catch anything from that sleazy whore."

He rises up trembling all over.

Tara watches him carefully, anxious to see if he'll really follow through and her experiment will be a success.

She trusts that men can be completely controlled by their sexual desire, making this man a virtual slave to her will.

The anger Carl feels inside him towards Jack fuels him to go on even though he's exhausted.

He wants to fuck this prick to prove who is more powerful and superior.

He slides the condom on feeling his sensitive cock spring to life after hours and hours of frustration.

His dick feels hard and strong.

"He's ready for you."

Jack's ass is unwillingly poised up in the air.

Carl stares down at his opponent in a daze, his vision clouded by hate and an irrepressible desire to get off.

Staring at Jack's spread asshole disgusts him, but his cock is hot and excited knowing how good it will feel to fuck it.

Abi watches on eagerly, wanting so badly to see this guy who spread such vicious lies about her get his just punishment.

Jack struggles desperately in place, fighting with every last ounce of energy he has.

Carl quickly kneels down in front of him, feeling his cock drawn to the tight hole that's waiting for him.

The women watch in with extreme anticipation, the sight of one naked man climbing on top of another stirring strange sensations within them.

Jack does his best to tighten his asshole and resist him.

The women would never believe it. The two star quarterbacks of the college!

Carl is able to easily guide his cock into Jack with the man pinned to the floor.

He can feel his cock pulse hotly as he pushes it between the man's big soft ass cheeks.

As it sinks in, he feels the most incredible sensation of pleasure after being denied any relief at all over an extended period of time.

Jack groans in a feverish rage.

He feels a splitting pain as Carl's dick enters his ass.

Jack's virgin ass is so tight Carl has to ram his dick in hard.

He gradually pushes it in gaining entrance centimeter by centimeter.

Once it's fully in, he grabs Jack's ass cheeks and starts eagerly pumping away.

Jack moans in horror, more crushed by the thought of Carl fucking him than the physical pain of being penetrated.

His cock stiffens harder as he gains momentum, feeling his cock swallowed by the tight warm hole.

Jack struggles to break away but he's locked in place.

He moans and cries helpless to do anything to stop him.

Abi directs the camera at them to make sure it's all recorded.

Carl pumps his ass slowly feeling every pleasurable second of it.

Tara pushes him to go faster, grabbing Carl's ass and pushing him into Jack.

He's made to penetrate Jack as deep as possible.

Jack feels the man's cock sink all the way in, filling him with a burning hot pain.

Carl is ashamed screwing another man. He's worked his whole life building up the image of himself as a macho hard man. He can hear the girls laughing all around him as Tara makes him fuck him.

But the incredible sensation of being able to screw someone after being made to abstain from ejaculating is too strong to resist.

He grabs onto Jack pumping eagerly away.

Carl knows this will smash everyone's perception of him, but he doesn't care at this moment.

His passionate hatred for Jack and his desire to get off cause him to fuck him harder and harder.

Tara is having the time of her life pushing Carl into Jack. She's overwhelmed by the power she feels shoving two men together for her own pleasure.

The girls all laugh at the sloppy wet sound of Carl's dick sinking in and out of Jack's ass.

Abi's satisfied that they've proved who is really the most clever and powerful.

"Any hole's a goal, eh Jack?" Abi says repeating his own words back at him.

Jack screams in outrage, but this only makes the women laugh more at the novel sight of the footballers going at each other.

"Show the entire college what you're really made of," Tara says pushing Carl to fuck Jack harder.

The camera records it all and is still broadcasting onto the internet for everyone to see.

Carl can't stop himself from fucking him faster, feeling himself nearing a climax.

He moans excitedly fucking away.

He sinks his fingers into the footballer's flesh holding him firmly in place.

Joyously, uncontrollably he slams into the other man's ass.

Jack tries to fight it but he can't. The sensation of being fucked after being denied ejaculating himself is undeniably pleasurable.

Carl is nearly breathless, his heart beating wildly as he pounds away.

The women are mesmerized, amused by how desperate the footballers are to get off and aroused by the sight of the sexy men getting so excited.

Jack screams feeling Carl's cock slicing deep inside him.

Jack's resistance only fuels Carl to go on, making him enjoy it more.

The women snicker at how untamed the men look, like a pair of wild animals.

"Screw him! Go for it Carl!" the women shout as if cheering at a rally.

Carl is like a madman slamming furiously into Jack's ass.

Knowing that everyone is watching on and cheering makes him really go for it.

Jack can't stand any more. He's on the brink of collapse.

Carl wants to be downright disgusting and dirty, if it means he gets off and feels like a champ.

The women laugh with each other at how he's panting so desperately while he screws the man's ass.

Tara insistently pushes him onto Jack forcing him on.

The women have never seen anything like it before and marvel at the sight.

Tara shoves him forward making Carl sink into Jack's ass all the way up to the base of his cock.

Carl stares down at what he's doing, knowing that he's consumed by madness but is unable to stop.

Jack does his best to resist him, but only causes himself more pain as his ass is ceaselessly battered.

Corinna is amazed at how beastly men really are when it comes down to getting themselves off.

Jack feels his manhood is being completely crushed, his humiliation is so complete and all consuming he'll never be able to live it down.

Carl groans pumping him madly, feeling his full balls slamming against the man's ass.

The women watch on tender hooks feeling how close he is to a climax.

But Tara stops him even though he wants to continue on till he ejaculates.

"Don't cum yet," Tara orders making him pull away.

Carl whips the condom off and throws it away in disgust.

He's on the brink of ejaculation. He'll do anything now to get off.

"Fuck his face," Diana says, slightly tipsy and over-excited.

Carl immediately moves around to Jack's head.

Jack feels like he's going to be sick he's so drained and humiliated.

He's never felt so vile and disgusting in his life, positively the lowest of the low.

Abi wants to get in on the macho footballer's humiliation as well.

Carl slaps Jack's face with his hard cock. Jack has absolutely no choice.

He insistently shoves his dick in Jack's unwilling mouth.

Tara pushes his head onto Carl's cock to make sure he swallows it.

"Suck it!" Tara demands.

"Suck that cock you stupid fucking jock!"

Jack resists with every last bit of strength he has, but there's no way for him to fight him off.

Carl shoves his dick all the way into his warm wet mouth.

He rams it in so hard that it hits the back of the stricken man's throat.

Jack gags and splutters feeling violently ill.

At the same time, Abi shoves the handle of the paddle into the footballer's ass as hard as she can.

Tara laughs excitedly as she lifts Jack's head up and down over Carl's cock.

The handle cuts into his ass as she fucks him with it.

The women grin wickedly screaming for more.

Carl thrusts his dick in and out of his mouth, bringing him to the brink of ejaculation.

"Look at that filthy whore," Diana says. This is the greatest entertainment they've ever had.

Jack can taste the full eager head of Carl's cock with sticky precum seeping out of it.

He feels at any second he's going to implode, the torturing fiendish humiliation of being fucked at both ends is going on endlessly.

Carl moans helplessly and pulls his dick out.

A huge load of cum saved from a night of teasing shoots out of his dick.

It splashes over the terrified jock's face.

Tara bursts out laughing seeing the man drenched in cum.

Jack drops his head feeling so foul and disgusting he wants to curl up and die.

The men exhale, spent and completely exhausted.

Carl has never had such a powerful orgasm. It's drained him out.

"You'll both remain here until tomorrow. I want to be able to bring other classes in here to display my results. Neither of you can leave."

She grins fully satisfied, knowing they can do nothing to stop her.

Carl looks as if he is about to object when she says, "Unless you want the football team to see this tape."

Abi stares down at him glad to have finally settled the score she has with these men.

The women leave giggling and talking over what just happened.

Jack hangs his head, utterly defeated.

He'll never be able to show his face on campus again without feeling like the people he encounters know about this humiliating day.

The women leave the naked men utterly alone again.

Jack struggles to get up, but finds he's still chained to the floor.

He feels the sticky semen dripping down his face, slowly drying in the harsh cold room.

He understands how inferior he really is now.

Jack drops his head and passes out, overwhelmed from being so horrifically treated and broken down.

He's going to remain locked in place for a long, long time.

Carl passes out, his balls emptied and spent.

It was too much for him ejaculating after such a prolonged period of being locked down in place, unable to sleep.

He dreams of the comforting women's touch, their presence so warm and strong.

They remain endlessly naked and cold on the floor, waiting for the women to return and grant them some relief again. The cheers of the crowds who came to see them play football fade from their ears as if they never existed.

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