Kinktober #1.
°✵𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 - I✵°
(Tags - groping/Teasing.)
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"Aah! Wait- Hahn~ "
His body has barely been touched but his legs are already quivering.
Still, The dancing fingers teasing him all over are unrelenting.
He feels something brush past his dick, barely grazing against his tip and causing him to almost push his hips forward in desperation.
His cock is aching, leaking wet and pathetically bouncing between his legs with every jerk of his thighs.
He squirms, tries to arch his back, to get some friction.
When that doesn't work, he tries to use his hands to touch himself, but they are tied Above his head.
Heat churns inside him as he helplessly tries to rub his thighs together. Someone holds his ankles and pushes his legs apart.
With a shameful mix of desire and humiliation, he finally gives in and resorts to pleading.
There are voices around him now, they giggle and coo at him before telling him to beg.
He feels rebellious for three seconds; there's a hand pressed right under him which twitches and cups his balls.
His resolve crumbles and he begs.
Instantly there are hands on him, multiple pairs of hands;
slender fingers around his dick, another pair is fondling him from behind, another set of hands around his chest...
There are multiple voices too, telling him of all the rewards he'll get for being so good and patient ...those words, for some reason make him dizzy with pleasure as he feels heat engulf him completely...
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Shubman wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing and resists the urge to Simply toss the thing out of the window and go back to sleep.
The ringing stops for a minute before resuming.
He shifts, presses his face further into the pillow and groans before sitting up to grab his phone.
All sleepiness evaporates instantly when he sees his notifications.
17 missed calls.
'Practice.
Morning practice started half an hour ago.'
He jumps out of his bed, the blanket half falling on the floor as he runs to grab his towel and jersey.
He resolutely ignores the throbbing between his legs and the way his underwear clings uncomfortably between his legs as he rushes to the showers.
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He gets a short lecture, their coach almost sounding concerned and then he's sent off to run a few laps around the ground before joining others.
It's... Hard to focus. It has been for the past couple of days.
He blames Rishabh for this.
They were lying in Rishabh's bed, Cuddling And mumbling about nonsensical things after a mind blowing round of blow jobs and a quick hot shower when their conversation takes an absurd route.
'What... What are you talking about Rishu?'
"Oh... So you don't know?
Gods you really are innocent... I kinda feel bad sometimes man, Maybe I'm corrupting you too much?"
'No... no You're fine... can you repeat that?'
Rishabh sighs but talks.
"You know they want you... But The thought of sharing what we have here, the thought of sharing you, it made me a little upset... ''
Shubman feels his head spin for a second.
''What?''
'What the fuck?
Who is they?
And why exactly would they even want him??'
Rishabh's arms close up around him.
''I guess I'll start from the beginning... hmm? Don't worry too much... "
By the end of their conversation, He wasn't sure what was more worrying;
That his team mates had been shamelessly eying him while he remained completely clueless...
Or the fact that the idea didn't sound so bad, if the hot twinge in his belly was to be trusted.
It has been 4 days since they had this conversation.
Rishabh had asked him about it the next day.
"If you feel uncomfortable with anything or anyone, just say it okay? I'll tell them you said no. It's okay. "
For some goddamned reason, Shubman couldn't say no to him.
Later, Rishabh told others about their conversation.
Unfortunately, this led to his teammates interpreting his answer (of lack of) as an agreement.
They became more persistent in their display of... affections.
It was probably because he was more aware now, but he could see the heavy heat behind the gazes that followed him now.
Their touches became more bold, more lingering too.
And while their sudden interest flustered and confused him, it also ignited a thrilling spark inside him;
a strange feeling almost making him giddy from all the attention.
After years of fighting off his insecurities and trying not to hate what he saw in mirrors, it was nice to feel seen and... Desired for once.
A ball buzzes past him, missing his cheek by a hair breath.
It snaps him out of his daydreaming.
"Shubhi! You missed again!"
Rishabh is screaming and running towards him from behind.
' IT'S YOUR FAULT IM DISTRACTED! '
He wants to snap back.
But he forgets whatever he was going to say because suddenly Rishabh is right behind him.
There's hands around his waist, big and warm, and suddenly his back is pressed against Rishabh's chest.
"You haven't been paying attention since you arrived... "
Shubhman makes the mistake of tilting his head to the side.
Rishabh has ditched his helmet. There's a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair is sticking out in all directions, and his hands are still on his waist even though Shubman is trying to shrug him off-
Rishabh squeezes his sides once, and then moves away.
Shubman feels breathless.
And then Rishabh smiles.
"You didn't do your stretches after the laps right?"
"But Dilip sir said I could join-''
Rishabh just waves him off dramatically.
"This is why you can't focus... It's coz you didn't haven't warm up properly... "
Before he can say anything else, Rishabh's hand has enclosed itself around his wrist.
"Come now, Yashu and Akash will help out too."
And then he grins.
Before he can realize the fact that they planned this, he's being dragged away from the nets to another corner of the ground by Rishabh, Yashasvi and Akashdeep trailing behind.
He only lets go of his hand once they are in an utterly secluded area from the rest of the team.
"Why did you - hAH!"
Rishabh slaps his ass without warning.
He yelps and jumps away, feeling a sharp heat flare on his backside.
He glares at Rishabh, but the bastard is only grinning.
"Did you guys start already?"
He feels himself tense up as yashu and Akash catch up to them, having ditched their helmets and pads.
"Oh no, we are just about to... Shubhi, let's start with some hamstring stretches okay?"
Rishabh is looking at him with an innocent, if expectant look that could have fooled the world.
He knows what they are trying to do, why they dragged him into a corner where the others in the nets can't see and why Rishabh of all people, who vehemently hates stretching, is suddenly so eager to help him do them.
He knows, and he is a moron and probably going to regret it but his craving for the thrill of it all is just too strong.
And the fresh memory of his wet dream is probably not helping him in making a sound judgement anyway.
He kneels down and sits on the ground.
"Ookay then... "
He does not look up at any of their faces.
Akash walks closer and kneels with him.
He holds his shoulders from behind and tugs, pushes at the tensed up muscles in his back to straighten up his posture.
Yashasvi comes up next, sits beside him and places his hands on his left thigh to press it down.
Finally, Rishabh joins them as he sits across him, firmly grabbing his right ankle and throwing him a wayward wink.
"I think we should start... three sets would be good right?"
Shubman feels his heart race as his brain finally comprehends the situation he has put himself in...
'Trapped.
They had him trapped now.'
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