let's play ball

I'm obsessed with football and it is both my religion and my sexuality. this is my blog to explore the fetishistic side and worship football and football players, nerd out and obsess over gear, and write fantasy shorts. mostly reblogs, let me know if something is yours and your like it removed

[emenop]

I saw that you like eyesheild 21, it surprised me to see it suddenly, but like it makes sense 😅 we must have similar interests , I recently discovered that anime for my self , I'm like 12 eps in

I.. like football too, that includes soccer , I've always wanted to play, you could say it was a dream of mine, you can imagine how I got to, this side of the internet many years ago, pleasuring myself into becoming a jock? Absolutely

Now I mostly just look at media relating to football, mostly that anime, and pictures of players, I've never actually watched football.just never felt the need to, plus I don't support any team , what criteria do you go through to choose a team to support 😅

I had no idea the tumblr inbox exists, so many apologies for the very delayed response.

If you're looking for a team to support and you're located in the US, I'd look for a local arena or semipro team to support. The tickets to go to the games are usually cheap ~10$ so you can go to every game live, the atmosphere is way more laid back than NCAA/NFL games, and the guys playing could really use your support. And if you have interest in playing, some semipro teams will train guys up to play who've never played, but they'd expect you to have a basic fitness base before trying out.

Most midsize cities will have at least one team, but they are harder to find because usually their social media presence sucks. It's usually some random facebook or instagram page that has the game details. You can also find them by searching google for local semipro and arena leagues vs specific teams, and then finding the teams through the league site.

Other than that, I generally try to follow teams I have a connection to, so I guess I follow players more than the teams themselves. For instance, several guys I went to college with played for the 49ers and the Bills, so I follow both of those teams loosely.

[emenop]

any advice for getting more comfortable sleeping in a helmet I can sleep in my pads and gloves and pants but the helmet still feels awkward at times even though I really want to sleep in my helmet

I would actually avoid sleeping in a helmet. The chinstrap and mouth guard can prevent you from breathing through your mouth, which can be dangerous, especially with sleep apnea. I keep a helmet next to my bed for easy access instead. I'll wear it before sleep or after waking up, but I try to avoid sleeping in it.

Sometimes I can't help myself and I do end up sleeping in it anyways. For that, I use a flatter pillow or no pillow so that my head can stay more neutral. Or I'll build a pile to sleep at an incline instead of flat. And make sure you can still easily breath through your mouth with the chinstrap/mouth guard, or loosen/remove those items from the helmet until you can. I don't think side sleeping while being comfortable is possible in a helmet.

Be careful with the shoulder pads too, especially if you're regularly sleeping in them. Make sure they don't put pressure on your neck when you sleep on your side. That includes making sure you can't roll into a position when they'd pinch or put weird pressure on your neck. It's unlikely, but you can accidentally block your carotid artery while sleeping and give yourself a watershed stroke.

I am a regular shoulder pad sleeper, but I fully admit it is not a good practice. Keeping them with you in bed or near bed can show the same dedication as wearing them. There's also some non-contact/practice shoulder pads without the hard shell and collar that can put the pressure on your neck, but they definitely don't have the same sensory experience as regular shoulder pads.

[emenop]

It was a close game. I'm usually pretty good at not shit talking in the trenches, but Francesco and I had a rivalry that got the best of me. It was stupid stuff too, but he'd won last year and was really rubbing it in.

"Offensive tackle? They should call you an offensive tickle." He yelled at me as a failed to defend our runner from him. Like I said, stupid stuff. Should be easy to ignore.

I pancaked him with pride the next play. "this tickle got you pancaked under me." I said while on top of him. We locked eyes for a second. I quickly got off of him realizing how weird what I just said sounded coming out of my mouth. I heard the ref yell first down behind me.

The next play was short, but we were both fighting each other hard. I wasn't going to give up the pocket. The ref blew the whistle and we disengaged. I felt him tap the back of my shoulder pads, and he hissed into my helmet "if I got you pancaked, I'd do a lot more than tickle you." I walked back to the huddle without responding. My brain couldn't process whether that was shit talking or flirting. I don't think he could tell either.

We had no exchanges for the next few plays. I blocked him. He pushed back. I can't handle flirting in a bar, let alone whatever the duck this is on a field where my sole goal and purpose is to block everything he throws at me. I opted to communicate with my muscles rather than my words. We scored.

Defense took the field. I had some time to cool off. I kept feeling like he was watching me from the other sideline. We both took turns looking at each other, barely paying attention to our own teammates on the field.

4th quarter, enough time for one final drive rolled around. My team was down by five points. One touchdown wins the game. Francesco and I are locked in combat again. First down. He knocks me to the ground, hard. Luckily, our quarterback launches the ball before he can get close to sacking him. On the way back to his side. He helps me up unexpectedly, and then he broke our silence. "I want to fuck you. You want to fuck me." I licked my lip. He continued, "after the game..." The guard next to me, Zach, pulled me away.

"what was he saying bro?" He asked as we walked to the huddle.

"doesn't matter. He's just messing with me."

"don't let him get to you."

2nd down. 7 to goal. The ball snaps. Francesco tries rushing to my side, but I give him a good lineman punch and force him to stumble. I've found my confidence back. "I get to top when we win."

He grins at me and responds "Deal."

3rd down. 7 to goal. We line up. Francesco taunts by saying "I'm gonna make your tackle my bitch." Loud enough so that Zach and his tackle can hear. Zach and I broke from the play and flattened his cocky ass to the ground. But the distraction cost us the rush.

"I got your back bro." Zach said to me. Coach pulled him from the field in anger and replaced him with the backup guard.

4th down. 7 to goal. A field goal won't cut it. We have to score the touchdown to win. We line up. Francesco taunts again, but a little softer to avoid drawing the wrath of another team member. "Ready to be mine?"

"Ready to be under me again?". I sat into my stance and got ready to flatten him again. The ball snapped. I get a good punch and shove into his chest plate of his shoulder pads hard. I'm definitely the stronger of the two of us. But I'm off by just a little bit. Francesco stumbles from the impact, but successfully pushes past me. My running back is nowhere near us. The quarterback is completely naked, and Francesco violently sacks him to the ground.

Francesco's team and the crowd erupt in celebration from the win. Losing sucks. Losing because you personally let a sack slip through is embarrassing. Francesco threw his hands up in celebration, and he whipped around and locked his eyes on me. I walked to shrink into a corner and vanish.

Once the initial celebration died down, and the players started the post game chatting on the sideline, I approached Francesco and shook his hand. He pulled me in for a hug instead, and whispered in my ear so those surrounding us couldn't hear. "I want to fuck you in you full uniform tonight." It sucked losing, but that sent a shiver down my spine and tingle in my pants.

"yessir" I said back. A deal is a deal.

He hugged me again and said loud enough for the people around us. "You're my favorite rival. I can't wait to play you again"

Later that night, I reported to his hotel room as ordered, in my uniform. A deal is a deal.

[emenop]

Football carries a high risk of injury. Every play in the trenches is basically putting your body through a car accident. Your body is covered in bruises, and I even have a gnarly scar from taking a cleat to the arm. Playing football is an objectively bad idea.

But every time I gear up and step out into the field, I know it's where I belong. I know it's my purpose. Wearing the pads and slamming other men into the ground fills me with ecstasy. Your share a bond with your teammates that is different from normal friendship, but distinctly comforting. I can't stop myself from playing, not would I be capable of wanting to stop.

My body and soul belong to the sport, and I'll do anything to keep gearing up. And when I can't play any longer, I'll dedicate myself to helping the guys who are playing.

[muscleworshipmx]

Tyreek Hill

[muscleworshipmx]

Kamalei Correa

[bodriversblog]

I know your secret, Ken. I know you have a cannon for a leg, and I won’t let you keep such an asset from me just because you don’t appreciate real football. You thought you’d given up your fake “football” for good once you came here, a school with no soccer team. You thought your studies at a good engineering department were more important. But the thing is, American football—the real football—is our religion here at Jefferson. It’s the lifeblood of the whole city. And now I’ve got a gaping hole in our roster at kicker, with only two weeks before our first game. So you need to dedicate that leg of yours to the team. You need to dedicate your whole body, and all your time to the team. Keep watching this spiral. Learn to love obeying my every command. Learn to love wearing the team uniform. The pads. The helmet. The maroon and white. Obey Coach. Join the Team. Football is life.

[spndxjcksblog]

[emenop]

[mightyoakaf]

[mightyoakaf]

[mightyoakaf]

Football jock tied up after the game

[bigdumbjock]

Flex

[decaffeinatedkingbeliever]

Ben Straight, Vienna Vikings

[decaffeinatedkingbeliever]

Ben Straight, Vienna Vikings

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[emenop]

"If you want to leave, pull off your pads and do it." Dean said.

"I said I'd stay if you won, and you did." I replied.

"This is a new bet. I bet you your freedom that you want to worship and serve me more than you want to escape."

I got up off the floor, pulled off my helmet, and started to untucked my Jersey to unstrap the pads. I'm not stupid, the football players were way stronger than me and easily had me where they wanted me. I'd never beat them in any kind of competition. This had to be some kind of stupid trick. Once the pads were off, they'd probably tackle me to the ground and gear me up again.

"what's the catch? You didn't go to all the work of forcing me to sleep in the locker room in full gear last night just to let me walk out of here. You gonna force me back into gear the second I try to walk out?" I unbuckled the shoulder pads and pulled them up over my head.

"No catch, it's just time you realize you're here because you want it." Dean stated, while I struggled to try to pull the shoulder pads off over my head. "Here, let me help. Good thing you didn't bet you could take off the pads by yourself." Dean pressed his massive body up against my back, and gave me a strong bear hug. I could feel his bulge stretching his spandex football pants in the small of my back. He leveraged his body against mine and helped pull the shoulder pads over my head, freeing me from them.

"we'll, I'm not going to try to figure it out. I'm getting out while I can before I'm stuck being your prisoner again." I grabbed the waist of the football pants to pull them down, but Dean was still behind me. He hugged me from behind again, grabbing both of my thighs through the spandex of the shiny gold football pants and hissed in my ear.

"The Team doesn't want a prisoner. We want a willing slave."

Feeling him ready to overpower me had my own dick stretching at the pants. "Why would I... Want. That?" I said, getting ready to push down the pants anyways.

"I know you loved feeling me overpower you last night, and I can see your dick wanting to feel that again." He slid one of his hands across my pants towards my dick, but only moved it close to it and didn't touch it.

I let go of my pants instead of pulling them down. I stood there speechless with Dean pressing into me firmly from behind. I wanted him to grab my now turgid dick straining through the pants, but he just left his hand in the nearby position waiting for me to say something. I was so hard. I was so horny. It was overpowering my rational thought. Dean was holding me firmly, but it was clear I was free to walk away. I should have walked away. I thought about while we stood there, saying nothing. But liked the feeling of him pressing his pelvis into my lower back and the feeling of his hands on my legs.

"I won't go any farther unless you ask." Dean whispered in my ear.

"grab my dick." I whispered back.

"are you sure?"

"yes"

"you don't want to pull off those pants first?"

"no", I whispered without thinking. He gave me what I wanted and slid his hand the rest of the way across my pants to my dick and grabbed it though the football pants. I gave an unexpected short whimper of pleasure.

"you like that, don't you?" He slowly gave my dick a single stroke through my pants.

"yes", I involuntarily moaned. He gave my dick another slow single stroke, and I involuntarily moaned louder as pleasure shot back from my dick like a lightning bolt. He pressed against the back of my body harder, like he was giving me a slow dry hump sending pleasure up my spine feeling his dick slide against my back through his pants. I moaned "please, I want more."

"fuck yeah, you do." Dean gave me another slow stroke and another dick back rub. "I think it's time to put back on your pads." I continued writhe in ecstasy as he gave me another round of stroke and pump.

"yeah... " I said incoherently. He let go of me, and then handed me my shoulder pads off the floor. I started coming to my senses. I should run. Don't bother with pulling off the gear. Whatever was happening was bad news, even if it felt so good. Drop the shoulder pads. Run out to my car, speed away, don't bother pulling off the football pants until I'm home safe. I looked at the shoulder pads in my hands and froze.

"you should smell them." Dean suggested, making it clear it wasn't an order. I should have dropped them, but instead I put my nose into them and installed them deeply. Pleasure filled my body as the smell of musky male miasma filled my lungs. I moaned with more pleasure.

"good boy" I heard Dean say from behind me. I smelled them again, and then put my head back through the yolk of the pads, pulling the epaulets to fit the pads back into place over my chest. It wasn't too late. I could still easily pull off the pads or even just run out, but my body was practically in a trance. Instead of running away from last night's captor, I was instead securing the belts of my shoulder pads, locking them back into place on my body.

Dean approached me with the shiny black jersey I'd spent last night wearing after losing our bet. "Arms up if you want to be back in your pads." I shouldn't have, but I wanted it. I put my arms up and let Dean helped me get the jersey back over the shoulder pads on my body. I tucked the jersey back into my football pants and resecured the belt.

Dean set my helmet and mouth guard on the bench next to us, and retook his position behind me. "Ready for more?" I nodded as he resumed his slow choreographed dance of alternating between slowly stroking me and slowly dry humping my back. It felt so good.

At this point, I knew it was over. I wasn't escaping. But before I lost the rest of my faculties I had to understand. "Why?" I tried to ask between bouts of involuntarily grunts of pleasure.

Dean understood the question, even though I wasn't able to shape a coherent sentence. "The team wants strong men who want to be enslaved to the team." Dean continued to pleasure me while he gloated about his victories last night. "You're strong, just not stronger than us. Last night, you played well enough to pass the strength test, even though you lost to the linebacker. And don't lie, you loved being pinned under him, didn't you?"

"yeah, I did" I said, "I was freaked out by losing and having to gear up".

Dean continued, "Then you passed the intelligence test, while you double or nothinged on the time you'd spend as a prisoner in the locker room. Of course, you weren't smart enough to actually win, even though you passed" Dean finished with a smirk and gave me a faster stroke and a harder hump. "And you might have been scared, but you fucking loved losing again. Are you ready to lose a final time?"

I hesitated. He was right, beneath the crushing defeat there was a weird satisfaction knowing the football team had me under their control. I picked up my helmet, getting ready to put it on. "This is the last decision I'm ever going to make as a free man. Isn't it?"

"yeah, you go through with this, you will become a slave to the team and the gear." Dean replied.

"I want this, but I don't know why I want this. I can't go through with this." I tried to put the helmet back down, but feeling Dean's slow stroke caused me to pause.

"I can tell you why you want this. You need more than a master, you need a god, gods, and an entire religion to worship. You need them to be stronger than you. You need them to be smarter than you. You want them to be able to force you to serve them, but being forced only makes you a prisoner. You want more than that, you want to worship, and the only way to get that is if it's your choice to surrender to the will of your master."

I put on the helmet and strapped the chin strap into place as Dean continued. " So make your choice, will you surrender yourself to the will of the team and truly worship, or do you want to limp home another man the team defeated and trampled."

He was right. I popped the mouth guard in my mouth and bit down. "I want to serve the team." I understood my place. The team wanted the same thing I did. They loved having complete power over me, but they wanted me to willingly submit to it. They had defeated my body and my mind last night, and today that had taken my spirit and soul. I wanted them to have it

Another player, the linebacker from last night entered the locker room with a bottle of lube in his hands. Dean stopped stroking me and pulled down my pants halfway down. The linebacker got down in front of me, pulled my underwear down and took my still hard cock in his mouth. I moaned out even louder. It felt so incredibly good.

"You ready to be fucked like you've never been fucked in you life?" Dean asked. I nodded as he took the lube, lubed up his fingers and started loosening up my hole. I writhed in pleasure from the linebacker working me from the front and Dean working me from the back.

Once I was loosened up and a little more delirious from the pleasure, Dean hugged me from the back again and slid his dick into me. His demeanor changed from assertive to dominant and he ordered "Repeat after me. I love football."

"I love football." I said. Dean started pounding me. Hard. I was glad he warmed me up. I screamed out as a pyroclastic surge of pleasure rolled down my body. Surge after surge followed as the linebacker sucked me from the front and Dean synchronously pounded me from the man.

"I pledge to serve football with my entire mind, body, and soul" Dean ordered.

"I pledge to serve football with my entire mind," I gasped and screamed in pleasure, "body and soul". The pounding continued. Each surge got stronger.

"forever.'

"forever", I stuttered between pulses of Dean's hips and the linebackers lips.

"I give myself to football of my own free will."

"I give myself to football of my own free will." A pressure started to grow in my balls as the pounding continued.

"I will only wear football gear."

"I will only wear football gear. Dean, I'm going to blow." The pressure grew stronger.

Dean ignored me and continued. "I will only get sexual gratification from football."

"I will" I struggled. "Only get sexual gratification". I whimpered aghast with more pleasure. " From football. Dean I can't. I can't. I can't stop myself."

"just one more thing. Say I submit and surrender."

"I submit and surrender" I yelled, as I felt my cock erupt and my brain explode into the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life." Dean kept pounding as the linebacker swallowed the heavy lava flow being ejected from my dick.

"welcome to the team, little bro." Dean whispered in my ear, as he slowed his intense pounding into something way slower and more sensual. He bit into my neck and sucked firmly, causing me to cry out writhing in even more overwhelming pleasure as I felt him fill me up with his own eruption.

The locker room grew quiet as our sweaty geared up bodies stood together still entwined. Nothing but silence and feel our warm bodies and gear against each other. The gear wouldn't be coming off, nor would I be leaving this locker room.

I whispered to Dean, still clutching me tightly, "Thank you."