The Basketball Captain and The Freshman

19-year-old freshman Timothy

21-year-old basketball captain Dylan

They met at an off-campus basketball court at 8pm like they had agreed earlier during practice.

The lights were dim. Some of the lightbulbs on the lampposts outside the court were flickering as the town council had not looked into replacing them. The veil of night, along with the intermittent flashes of darkness, added a rugged feeling to the court. 

19-year-old Timothy had only joined the basketball team his first semester in college but was eager to join the varsity team. He played forward in his high school basketball team and was always regarded as a straight shooter, but college basketball was a different monster altogether. Although he was athletic and had put in the hours training for a better performance on the court, he always felt like he was pulling up short against the other players in his team who just seemed to be more gifted.

His dip in performance affected his self-esteem. Timothy felt good back when he was playing basketball in high school because he was seen as a good player and added value to the team. In his new environment, there were times when he would be told just be a benchwarmer. He would only be in the starting line-up sometimes whenever the coach had a good feeling about him, which was not often.

He was used to the attention that he got for being a player on the basketball team. Granted, he wasn’t the best nor the most handsome in his team, but it was high school, which meant that there was no shortage of admirers for anyone in the school basketball team – even the benchwarmers.

Without this attention, Timothy began second-guessing himself and started scrutinising his own physical appearance. He was by no means unattractive, but every minor flaw of his athletic body became impossible for Timothy the Benchwarmer to bear. 

Horacio Gutierrez Jr's Muscle Challenge (Part 1)

Author's Note: 

        The last time I posted was in July 2021. That was almost two years ago! I hope some of you guys are still around. I have many thoughts and ideas for new stories but the process of writing is arduous. Sometimes, I also question if writing fetish erotica is an outdated/obsolete way of expressing these fetishes especially since there are so many videos of gutpunching available online. As with other forms of content, it would seem that the written media of erotica is being phased out for the quicker delivery of sexual arousal and pleasure that visual media offers.

        Perhaps I am part of that species approaching extinction which would sometimes enjoy the sensuality and detail of written erotica that videos are sometimes unable to provide. For example, I find the inner thoughts of hot muscled jocks as they realise their muscles are weakening and failing them particularly arousing to read. Erotica provides a keen sense of humiliation and access to the interiority of the ailing jock as he gets pounded which the visual medium cannot. These thoughts are often impossible to find in the visual format; the closest I have found would be when the heel taunts the jobber or when the jobber begs for mercy. Both cases are also, unfortunately, rather niche even in the gutpunching video genre.

        I was particularly saddened by the apparent death of www.admiralluke.com. If you are reading this blog, you are doubtlessly aware of Admiral Luke. I think there is a great defence to be made for erotica to prevent it from dying out. I must clarify: I am still a dick pig and a huge fan of gutpunching videos. Part of the reason I started this blog was to contribute to a community that I feel has given much to me. Here are a few blogs I really enjoy: www.mule-mulesblog.blogspot.com ; www.manglerwrestling.blogspot.com ; www.ombstories.blogspot.com ; www.menwrestle.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi (the stories by Delacogne and Ko_Pin are particularly enjoyable to me).

        Anyways, on with the story:

Horacio Gutierrez Jr, Star of The Challenge Season 38 and Exatlon Estados Unidos 5

David (left) and Mateo (right)

        Horacio Gutierrez Jr. was working out at his regular gym back in Texas. After a flurry of press interviews, media appearances, and, of course, partying that came with his competing on MTV’s latest season of The Challenge, he was grateful to be back home.

        Horacio had thought that life would resume its regular pace now that he was back home in Texas. He assumed, in a rather self-pitying manner, that he would only have a handful of fans, especially now that his season had finished airing. After all, it was undeniable that the reach of The Challenge wasn’t as far-reaching as something more popular and prurient like Love Island or Single’s Inferno. 

        I should’ve gone on Love Island to showcase myself in a less competitive setting first, he thought, looking at Grant Crapp’s Instagram in between sets. Grant had at least 80 thousand more followers than he had. Could there be some correlation between muscle size and follower count, Horacio pondered, scrutinising one of Grant’s many shirtless pictures.