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. 

He had a sexy face with sharp bone structure which was often accentuated by a scruffy beard which he did not take the effort to shave in the morning. A single cross earring dangled off his left earlobe. He was a lady-killer in high school because of his dangerous bad boy look.

Timothy was a stud in the body department as well, with a nice, rounded chest muscles and veiny arms. His body fat percentage was low enough for his Adonis belt to be showing. His torso area was, by objective standards, very hot. He had a visible six pack and one could see his oblique muscles showing as well.

Yet, his abs were the muscle group that Timothy felt the most insecure about. Abs were the defining quality of any well-muscled man in today’s day and age, and it showed how masculine you were. Men with better abs would immediately garner more respect from the other males around them. Even though his abs were a knock-out punch for his age, Timothy felt like his abs were still underdeveloped compared to other guys. They weren’t as solid as he wished they were and they betrayed the fact that he still had a decent chunk of body fat on his frame.

He had plenty of action in his younger years but only got as far as kissing with his female lovers. It added to the charm around his mysterious bad boy look because the females would always talk about how aloof and inaccessible he was.

Timothy’s repressed sexual desires were another source of shame for the stud.

The shock he encountered upon entering college was not only of the basketball-related variety, it was a sexual awakening for Timothy as well. Timothy, who had always known deep-down that he had some bisexual inclinations which leaned towards the gay side, felt aroused when he saw his college basketball teammates, especially when they were in the locker rooms together.

When he returned to his dorm room after his first few practices, Timothy had a hard time adjusting to his new reality. He was no longer a leading player in the basketball team which was hard enough for him. But now he was also being confronted with sexual urges that he had been trying to suppress for so long?

Repressing his libido was a task made even more impossible because of the varsity team captain.

21-year-old Dylan was in his third year in college, and he was the captain of the basketball team. Timothy and Dylan were arguably on par in terms of facial hotness. The captain had striking features as if he was of Scandinavian descent. His pompadour hinted at his being a complete fuckboy, but one did not need his hair to know that. Dylan was the big guy on campus and he could sleep around with anyone he desired. Like his style on the court, he was aggressive in bed and had a very active libido.

Everything that Timothy’s body had going on for him, Dylan had as well, but a hundred-fold better. Dylan was perfectly well-proportioned, like he was truly a Viking of Scandinavian descent. He had thick biceps and shoulder muscles that bulged through any shirt which he wore and framed the rest of his body to perfection. Despite his lean frame, Dylan looked huge because of his strong back muscles and lats which expanded his body’s width.

Dylan’s torso was sculpted. He had striations running through his six-pack. His obliques which accompanied his abs emphasised the sexy centerpiece of his body.  Dylan had virtually no body fat, which showed in how tight his abs were.

Timothy hated and idolised Dylan for how perfect his body was. There was not a trace of fat on the stud. Whenever Timothy was practising, he would notice how his chest and abdominal muscles would jiggle slightly because he was not extremely cut.

While on the bench observing the other players, Timothy could not tear his eyes away from how Dylan’s body was like a machine. Every muscular gear was in its correct position and none of it jiggled or moved out of place. Dylan’s abs and chest were completely tight and did not show any signs of weakness or fat compared to Timothy’s high-school muscles.

Timothy would observe whenever Dylan would take a drink of water or when he was panting or trying to catch his breath. Even then, the 21-year-old hunk’s muscles didn’t look like they were bulging in bad ways. Dylan’s body always looked compressed, with all the muscles so well-trained in their place. The captain was like a living statue with how sexy his body always looked.

Timothy was shocked when Dylan accepted his request for one-on-one training at the off-campus basketball court. The 19-year-old had thought that Dylan was just a typical fuckboy who would not care for helping a freshman like himself. Dylan was actually a really good team player and an even better captain. He fostered a supportive environment within the team for less-skilled players to become better players. Despite being a fuckboy, Dylan really cared about the sport and wanted to help others.

Because of Dylan’s good-naturedness, Timothy felt a little guilty at the night that he had planned in mind for the two of them. He resolved to continue viewing Dylan as a complete fuckboy so he could justify what he was going to do to the captain’s perfect body.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to show!” Timothy said playfully when Dylan walked up to him. The two fist bumped and Timothy stood up from the bench he was sitting on as they headed into the court.

“Why’s that? I told you I would be here,” Dylan replied.

“I thought the captain was going to be busy with some of his lady friends. It is a Friday night after all,” Timothy teased.

Dylan raised his right eyebrow inquiringly while smirking and retorted, “It doesn’t have to be a Friday night for the captain to get action around this campus.”

Timothy felt a tingle in his basketball shorts at the stud’s confidence. Dylan was right, he could clearly get sexual relief any time he wanted to with the number of girls that fawned over him. Timothy quickly shook the mental image out of his head, which was difficult with the perfect athlete standing right in front of him, and began to assess if what he said was out of line. It was fine, he thought, that kind of comment happens all the time in the locker rooms.

Dylan did a chest pass to Timothy without any warning and the freshman reflexively caught the ball. Dylan took off his black singlet and draped it over a nearby bench.

Shit, Timothy thought, he looks so fucking good. It was getting harder and harder for Timothy to control his urges especially because they were the only two around. The musky smell of the basketball court stained with sweat heightened the sexual drive that Timothy was feeling. He could not believe that he was actually getting turned on by another guy. This was the same Timothy that would have plenty of girls himself in high school!

Timothy passed the ball back to Dylan and took his oversized shirt off, hanging it on the same bench that Dylan had put his on. He looked at Dylan’s singlet and imagined how it would have smelled.

This stud walks around with a singlet on all the time, he thought, always showing off his arms and giving a sideview of his pecs and obliques. Meanwhile, I walk around with an oversized shirt even though I’ve got some sweet muscles as well. Some of us aren’t as arrogant but tonight I’m going to teach this stud a lesson.

“Looking good buddy, I can tell you’ve really been hitting the gym. Let’s play,” Dylan said nonchalantly. With that, the session was underway.

For the first twenty minutes, Timothy played as per usual to lure Dylan into a false sense of security. His male ego took several hits as Dylan would run circles around him at times and score seemingly impossible three-pointers. To his credit, Timothy scored a few hoops as well. When he did, the captain was surprised but supportive nonetheless. Dylan did not know how good of a player Timothy was because their coach usually stationed him on the bench.

“Damn bro, you’re good! You should tell coach to put you on the court more often,” Dylan said after Timothy scored his second point.

Timothy felt indignant because Dylan was only now realising how good of a player he was. Even his comment sounded condescending, as the captain was leading with five points. Timothy knew that it was time to kick his plan into action.

Under the guise of a one-on-one practice session, Timothy had actually wanted to punish the captain’s perfect abs by “accidentally” punching them or ramming into them when defending the basket from Dylan.

The opportunity arose when Dylan began dribbling up to the hoop to do a layup. Timothy went on the defensive and Dylan jumped into the air. Timothy raised both hands to block the ball from entering the hoop but his left fist went right into Dylan’s muscular abdominals while the stud’s eyes were on the hoop.

Unnnghhh..

Dylan involuntarily let out a soft moan as Timothy’s fist connected with his wall of muscle. Timothy felt the hardness of Dylan’s abs and realised that they weren’t just for show. Dylan’s body was incredibly durable, but Timothy had plans to wear him down throughout the night. Timothy’s cock began to harden when he felt how strong the stud’s muscle wall was but he could not let it show. 

“Sorry dude!” Timothy played it off and caught the ball and dribbled over to the captain’s hoop. Although Dylan had now scored six times to Timothy’s two, Timothy was 1-0 on the captain’s abs.

“It’s chill man,” Dylan responded as he appeared next to Timothy who had made it three-quarters to Dylan’s post. Dylan took possession of the ball from Timothy and tried to score from the midcourt line.

Seizing the opportunity, Timothy jumped up together with Dylan. This time, his right fist punched Dylan’s abs. Timothy put more force behind this punch after realising that Dylan’s abs were concrete with his previous punch. He wanted to destroy Dylan’s prized abs.

Aaaarghh..

Dylan let out more than a moan this time as air was forced out of his lungs. Timothy saw Dylan temporarily put his hands on his knees to catch his breath and the sight turned him on. The 21-year-old’s abs were looking weakened now as they were heaving in and out. Still, they didn’t look like they were bulging or jutting out in an ugly way. Timothy wanted to change that. It was now 2-0.

Pretending not to notice, Timothy ran to get the ball and dribbled it back. Deep down, Timothy was satisfied that he had finally winded the athlete and slowed him down. Timothy scored, making the basketball score 6-3.

Dylan continued playing as per usual, thinking that it must have just been another mishap that led to Timothy’s fists punching his torso. It’s a good thing my abs are so strong, Dylan thought, it’s important for a basketball player to have strong abs so they can have the stamina to play throughout the game. But he’s catching up to me and I can’t lose to a freshman, no matter how good he might be.

Dylan was as fast as usual and he regained possession of the ball. Fuck, Timothy thought, this stud isn’t wearing down from the gutpunches that I’ve given him. His body is indestructible. The next punch I give him needs to put him down.

Dylan dribbled to the three-point line and lined up a shot. Timothy knew this was the moment to put the stud on his knees. The two basketball players jumped into the air. 

Timothy delivered a strong right fist right into Dylan’s sexy solar plexus at the point where his signature six-pack abs met his perfect chest.

UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!!

The ball went off-course but Timothy made no efforts to get it. Timothy was 3-0 on Dylan’s washboard abs now and Timothy was ready to wrap the game up. Dylan was doubled over in the same position as he was after Timothy’s second punch. With how hard Timothy had socked the hunk’s abs, there was no way he could play it off as another accident.

Dylan looked vulnerable with his left hand on his knee and his right hand touching his punished solar plexus and abs. He would routinely do 100 sit-ups a day to condition and maintain his enviable washboard but he was not prepared for such vicious punches seeking to ruin his muscles. Even as he was heaving for air, the captain still looked like the hottest guy on campus and his abs never lost their shape.

Timothy felt angered at how perfect the man standing in front of him was as he looked down at his own abs that had fat in them. The sheens of sweat on both men’s bodies made Dylan’s muscles look even more muscular and cut whereas Timothy’s torso looked smoother and not as defined as the 21-year-old’s.

“What are you doing, man?” Dylan questioned with a hint of anger, “That’s three times in a row that you punched me while I was shooting. Don’t play dirty bro.”

“Dylan, dude, I’m so jealous of you.”

“What are you talking about dude?”

Timothy ripped Dylan’s head up by his dirty blonde pompadour. Before Dylan could use his hands to guard his abs, Timothy had already punched him in the gut. 

AAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHHH!

Dylan had flexed his abdominal muscles at the last second but the punch was still punishing. Timothy could tell that Dylan’s wall of muscle was weakening from the physical exertion of the basketball game and his three dirty punches. The captain’s ripped torso did not offer as much resistance as it did even when it was stretched out when they were punched during the jumps.

Timothy locked on to Dylan’s confused eyes.

“I’m so jealous of your perfect—”

THUDDDD

“Fucking—”

THUDDDDDDD

“Body!”

THUDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Spittle flew from the muscular 21-year-old’s mouth. Dylan grunted with each punch that landed squarely in his torso. His abs were now reddening as they withstood Timothy’s punches heroically. The score was 7-0 now. Dylan concentrated all his effort into flexing his abs as he got ready for Timothy’s next punches.

“You’re such a fucking stud you get everything you want. From being the captain of the basketball team to the ladies, everything just goes your way. But it looks like I’m winning against you on the court tonight, captain.” Timothy taunted.

Timothy drew his left fist back for another punch. Out of nowhere, the captain’s athleticism surprised him again. Dylan punched Timothy right in his flabbier abs.

HHHHHHHHNNNNNNGHHHHH!!!

Even through all the pain that he had endured to his midsection, Dylan still had a lot of strength and stamina to put up a good fight against the jealous freshman. Timothy’s abs offered much less resistance than the older male’s perfect torso and he felt winded from Dylan’s punch.

“I was winning 6-3 in the basketball match. It’s not going to be that easy to put me on the ground, bro. I’m the captain for a reason,” Dylan provoked as he rubbed his hands on his abs. He was still heaving heavily but he had put up both his fists in a boxing stance and was ready to accept Timothy’s challenge. 

With the perfect male specimen standing in front of him, Timothy felt intimidated. He had gotten this far to beating up the stud because of the element of surprise. Now, he had to hope that he had worn Dylan down enough that he could beat the star athlete head-on. He was turned on by the trash talking that Dylan was doing and he felt his cock get even more erect. By now, Timothy was fully erect. He wondered if Dylan’s member was stirring as well, if he was as aroused as himself.

Timothy put his hands up and felt the effect of Dylan’s punch on his weaker body. He knew he had to end this quickly or Dylan would recover with his athleticism and his body would get trashed by the captain.

The two circled around in the court. Dylan rushed in, landing a solid hook into Timothy’s weak abs.

UUUURRRGHHHH!!!

Dylan smirked as he realised that this chump was going to be easy to take down. He charged in and pretended to go for Timothy’s head. Timothy lifted his arms to guard but Dylan ducked down and delivered some punishment to Timothy’s bulging abs.

AAAAAAARRRRGHHH!!!!!

Timothy grunted in pain. He was going to be put down by the captain after all the effort that went into turning him into a soft-bellied loser. He would never be able to go back to the basketball team again. If his plan had gone as he had hoped, he would have blackmailed the stud into silence by holding his humiliating defeat over his head. Now, he was going to get his own muscles pulverised by the stronger male.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up. I only gave you three punches so far. You gave me seven, bro!” Dylan mocked, breathing heavily. It was good to know that even the hunk was feeling tired at this point, because it meant that he could still be beaten.

“I’m gonna cave your abs in, dude,” Timothy spat.

Timothy straightened himself up and scored a solid punch into the unsuspecting captain’s body. 

HHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGHHH!!!

The effects of the punches were more and more evident on Dylan. His movements were not as sharp or quick as they once were. His abs were still looking solid but they began to lose some of their rigidity as a result of the relentless punches. He was looking less like a statue and more like a human with how his washboard was losing their shape and tension.

“Your abs are softer now,” observed Timothy.

“Not as soft as yours, bro,” retorted Dylan.

Dylan looked down at his body and saw how red his abs were getting. He tried flexing them but that hurt as well. How the fuck did this freshman do this to me, the 21-year-old thought, I’m so much fucking stronger than him. Look at his weak body. I look better in this weak state than he does at his prime but he’s still trying to trash talk me. If it hadn’t been for his cheap shots, I would definitely beat him in a head-on gutpunching contest. I’m going to ruin his weak abs to teach him a lesson.

Timothy recognised the indignance that flashed across Dylan’s face. This basketball training session turned boxing match was a humiliating upset for a grade-A beefcake like Dylan. The big guy on campus was getting his gut muscle destroyed by a freshman nobody. It was like a mortal taking on a muscled god and doing some real damage.

Timothy and Dylan both charged at each other at the same time. Timothy felt his fist connect to the muscle god’s unbeatable midsection and he drove it in as much as he could to punish the stud who was now grunting in pain. Timothy had done the impossible and pierced the basketball captain’s abs armour. He penetrated several inches through his muscled core as Dylan gasped for air.

The next thing he knew, Timothy was lying face first on the basketball court. He could hear the now-familiar sound of Dylan’s heaving behind him. Timothy turned his head around laboriously to see the captain with one knee on the ground as his face was downturned. Dylan’s left elbow rested on his other knee and his muscled back was heaving up and down with effort.

The 21-year-old stood up and turned around to face Timothy who was trying to pull himself up from the ground. Dylan’s six-pack were discoloured red from the head-on punch that put him on his knees. The demarcation of each muscle was less obvious now as they all seemed to blend together to form one big gut. With each exhalation of air, the muscle god’s once-proud chiselled abs were visible for the briefest of moments.

This time, it was Dylan who pulled Timothy up by his hair. Timothy tried to move his body but his weaker muscles had failed in his confrontation against the studly basketball captain. He looked down at his abs which were now completely beet red and bulging out beyond his basketball shorts. He tried flexing them but the pain was too strong. Timothy’s six-pack looked like they were six squares of fat protruding from his weak body.

Dylan noticed Timothy trying to flex his abs and let out a weak laugh.

“I thought you were going to cave my abs in, dude. Look at how I ruined yours,” Dylan commented. Even though it was painful to do so, Dylan flexed his once-perfect abdominal muscles to rub his victory in Timothy’s face. Timothy summoned all his remaining strength and punched his captain in his abs again.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHGHHHHHHHH!!!!

Timothy felt how completely weakened the older man’s abs were. The concrete slabs lining Dylan’s torso were now soft pouches of flesh that Timothy could conquer. Timothy wished that he had gone into this match with a stronger body. If he had only been a little stronger, he would have been able to survive the final clash with the muscled basketball titan and could have completely humiliated him by ruining his abs. Dylan’s abs were not far from destruction and just a little bit more by Timothy would have finished the job.

Dylan dropped Timothy to the ground at the surprise of the punch. He rubbed his disgraced muscle wall and felt for himself how soft and weak his body had become. Fuck, Dylan thought, this fucking freshman almost put me in the ground. I can’t believe that my perfect abs almost got ruined by the benchwarmer. I’m the fucking captain! I’m going to put in more effort at the gym to reinforce my abs of steel. I won’t be able to play basketball for the next few days. I’m too sore. My abs are too sore to do any exercise now. I can’t even show up in the locker rooms or the guys will notice how sore and weak my washboard abs are.

Dylan picked Timothy up again and punched him in his gut.

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!

Timothy began drooling at the mouth. It was over. He had no more strength left in him even for one more surprise shot at the captain.

Dylan led the submissive Timothy over to one of the hoop posts and punched him with his back against the metal. Timothy’s grunted and eyes glazed over.

“I’m going to remind you who the captain is,” Dylan whispered to Timothy. Dylan pulled Timothy’s shorts down to his ankles and Timothy’s six-and-a-half erect cock sprung out in Dylan’s face. Timothy felt so humiliated. In the heat of the gutpunching fight, he had forgotten that he was fully erect because of the sexiness of that perfect male specimen.

“Didn’t know you were a fag. I’ve been calling you my bro this whole time. But I guess it can’t be helped when it comes to an unbeatable jock like me,” Dylan taunted.

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Timothy screamed in pain as he felt Dylan’s hands grab his balls. Dylan squeezed his testicles ruthlessly as Timothy squirmed to get out of the captain’s strong grip.

Timothy fell on the ground with Dylan towering over him. Dylan continued abusing the loser’s balls with painful squeezes, each drawing a scream from Timothy. 

“This is to show you’re the loser of the gutpunch contest, bro. You tried to ruin my indestructible abs and failed. Now your sorry excuse for abs are broken and I’m going to completely humiliate you,” Dylan continued.

Timothy continued struggling, trying to pull Dylan’s hands away from his completely-weak body. The unbeatable jock patterned between squeezing the loser’s balls, punching him in his soft abdominals, and punching his balls.

Although it was arousing for Timothy to have the star jock of the basketball team do anything sexual with him, Timothy had hoped that he would be the one on the giving end of the pain. That he would be the one abusing Dylan’s gonads and forcing him to beg for mercy from the unassuming freshman whose body he thought was too weak to conquer his undefeatable muscles.

“S-stop..I..”

HHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!

Another gutpunch in Timothy’s abs silenced his pleas for mercy. Dylan began playing with his shaft which drove Timothy completely insane. Timothy was grunting and trying to squirm away while drooling and moaning from the pleasure all at once.

Streams of precum began to leak from Timothy’s pathetic six-and-a-half inch cock and Dylan began to stroke his shaft up and down. What the fuck is happening, Timothy thought, holy fuck this master stud is jerking me off. He’s going to make me cream. But I’m the fucking man. I got ladies all the time in high school what the fuck is happening to me. Why do I want him to do this to me so much? Why is this so pleasurable. Fuck, Dylan is so fucking hot. 

Timothy’s body arched upwards as his abs tightened, signalling to Dylan that he was about to cum. Dylan stopped stroking. Instead of shooting out of his cock, lazy rivers of cum began to flow from his cockhead. The base of his cock became covered with cum.

Dylan chuckled and stood up to retrieve his phone from the bench where the singlet and the oversized shirt were. He took a picture of Timothy’s ruined orgasm. Timothy was too confused in his pleasure to realise what was happening to even cover his penis with his hands. He’s not going to be telling anyone what happened today, Dylan thought, no one is going to know I did this to him or that this freshman almost beat me in a gutpunch contest.

Timothy faded out of consciousness, thinking of how he came so close to upsetting and humiliating the big guy on campus by ruining his perfect abs. He was going to sexually humiliate Dylan and force him to cum all over his ruined, once-strong abs by the end of the night. Instead, the weakness of his own body compared to the muscle god led to his destruction even though he had surprised the stud and landed many strong punches to weaken his unbeatable abdominal muscles.

A small part of Timothy was still reeling in the pleasure and afterglow of the campus stud and the basketball captain jerking him off. It would be a memory that would live in his head forever. Even though he had set out to destroy the alpha male, he ended up with a deeper respect for his indestructible muscles and had to unwillingly submitt to his alpha status 

The next morning, Timothy woke up in an unfamiliar room. He was stripped completely naked and his pubic hair had been shaved. His signature rugged stubble was shaved as well. His cross earring was removed. He was completely hairless. His abs were still sore from the previous night’s gut beating and bruises were appearing on his torso.

He looked around in the closet and surmised that he was in a man’s room. The closet was full of singlets. Timothy took one of the singlets off and sniffed it. There was a musky smell which he identified as Dylan’s natural testosterone-fuelled scent. His heart racing, Timothy reached into the underwear drawer and took one of Dylan’s jockstraps. He smelled that as well. Timothy’s eyes rolled back in his head as he could smell some of Dylan’s godly cum on the jockstrap. His cock began rising without his knowing it.

Making his way over to the desk, he saw that Dylan had left a note for him.

“I shaved you because I like my sexual partners to be clean and hairless. I let you keep your hair because I think it’s sexy. You almost fucked me up last night. I have never lost a gutpunching contest and even with your cheap tricks you can’t win. I hope you keep trying, because gutpunching is fucking hot and you almost broke my unbeatable abs. I usually stick around for the morning after, but I had class this morning. I’ll show you why I’m the captain again tonight.”