Playbook is a a collection of ty dehner's short stories involving sports gear, bondage, and kink! These exciting stories once appeared in the online ezine Ropedweb.com and have never been presented together in print. Now it’s time to gear up in your football, boxing, baseball, or MX gear and start reading these original and thrilling man to man adventures!

 

Over the Line: Second Down​

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It wasn't hard to spot Ken as I came down the jetway. A smile came across his face as Sir saw me, and we hugged for a long while. Ken even kissed me briefly so as to not startle too many of those conservatives in the terminal. Sir's handheld my neck securely as we walked away from the gate. 

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He certainly did look great. Ken was in a nice pair of Wranglers stacked well on his black boots. I was a bit surprised at the size of his belt buckle, which he joked would be ripping up my ass some night. Sir was, of course, in a football jersey, the team colors of the Roughriders. His hat, also of the Roughriders, was well worn. 

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We headed out of the terminal, out to Sir's Ford F250 and out of the airport.

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As Sir drove me around the city, showing me the sites, he would reach over and grab my hand. We would hold hands, occasionally squeezing to let each other know we were finally touching again. Seeing this new city, Sir knowing all the interesting spots was fun. At one point, we stopped and went for a walk around Fort Calgary. I often couldn't take my eyes off my Linebacker, Sir. We returned to the truck, and while driving past the Saddle Dome, Ken told me that we would be in town for the Stampede in a few months and that the rodeo was exciting!

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Before leaving town, we stopped at Boston Pizza and enjoyed a relaxing lunch. Sir showed that he was taking control of my life by ordering. 

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As we waited for the food, he explained that things would be according to his rules from this day on. All our time apart has taught him that he needs to control me and that I need the guidance he will share. 

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There would be some tough times ahead, as he had some special training I needed to experience before settling down in our life together. Sir would be with me all the way, encourage me when I need it and punish me when I fail for lack of trying. If I try and still fail, there will not be as much punishment, but each case will be judged on its merits. In turn, I was also to help him achieve more in his life. Ken wanted to bulk out more, and we would work out in the gym together. He had some ideas about things he wanted to explore and hoped I would help him explore those in the future. Of course, I wanted nothing but to see him successful in all he did, including owning this pad pig.

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Lunch went by quickly, as we talked about a great many things. But the day was getting long, and we had a long drive ahead. We loaded in the truck and Sir stated we had one more stop before hitting the open road. We weren't too far out of town when Sir pulled off the main highway and down a lonely dirt road. Parking the truck, Sir ordered me to get out and kneel in the dirt. I did so quickly, knowing my hands should be behind my back.  

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Exiting his truck, Sir came around the front, where he reached behind the seat, pulling out a dirty jock, and it went in my mouth. 

It was wet as Sir stuffed it completely into my lips. Next, some athletic tape wrapped around my head to keep the jock in. Sir then pulled out a leather hood. Sliding it over my head, there were no eye or mouth holes…only nose holes. Sir laced it tightly, and I heard a lock snap around the collar. Blinded, I was handed some gloves and put them on. My wrists were tapped to my waist. Sir then helped me stand.  

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"Pig, I was torn on how you would make this trip to your new home. I have missed you a great deal and would enjoy talking to you along the way. We have a couple of hours to go until we reach home. But I also know you need to realize you are owned and start training. So you will make the ride as a pad pig would, silent and restrained. Sometimes the Linebacker has to make a sacrifice for the whole of the team. You need this training to make you understand your place.

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Roughly, Sir worked me into the back part of the extended cab seat. He taped my booted feet together. He worked the seat belts, so I would not slide off the seat. I heard the door slam, and Sir got in the driver's seat and started the engine.  

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"By the way, pig, I want you to get used to tasting my piss so that jock you're sucking on is soaked in my piss."

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With that, the truck was put in gear, and Sir ripped a U-turn onto the road and down the highway with the radio playing Country 105.

 

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It was dark by the time we arrived at what will be my new home. Of course, it was dark for me anyway because I was hooked. Sir helped me out of the truck and into his rented home. I could feel the chill in the air as we walked; it was so quiet out. After living in the big city, it was a different experience.

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Once in the living room, my hood and gag were removed, and Sir planted the deepest, sloppiest kiss I had ever enjoyed. He was holding me, groping me, and squeezing his pad pig as I was pushed on the sofa. My hands were still in their bondage so that I couldn't reach back, but I wrapped my legs around him. Eventually, he ended the kiss and pulled slightly back so that his face was in my focus. 

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"Woof." was all he said, as he pushed me off the sofa, onto the floor, and to his boots. Licking like no tomorrow, I fell to the floor since I didn't have my hands to support me. His other booted foot would kick me, work its way under my crotch and press hard into my stone-hard dick. I wasn't even finished with the first boot when he ordered me to follow him as Sir walked out of the living room.

As he made his way down the hallway, I struggled to get myself up without the help of my hands. Once on my feet, I was able to look about more. The place wasn't that bad, somewhat rustic. In looking it over, the furniture was obviously part of the rental. Sir kept it neat, and I knew I would be challenged to keep it to his standards.  

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I finally found him in the bedroom, and what a bedroom it was, a large wooden bed with a skylight over it and windows on one wall. The other wall had rows of closets. Sir came to me, cut loose the tape that held my hands, then walked over to the closet door and opened it. As he did, I could see the uniform I presented him a Christmas ago. His dream was to have the real uniform of the Packers, and I worked hard to get it for him, head to toe.  

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He didn't have to say a word, for I knew exactly what to do. Some might think it weird, but this was our ceremony of love between each other. Sir said that no one had ever suited him the way I did, and that was for sure.

 

As I made sure each piece was ready, he stripped to his firm naked body. He had been working out, and when I turned to see him naked for the first time in a long time, I was breathless. How lucky I was to have a Master like this Man that wanted me to be with him. He could have any guy in the world, but Sir wanted me. And I was determined to make sure Sir was suited properly as he deserved to be. No words had to be spoken, no music was needed. 

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There was only the sound of him and me together, knowing we were here because destiny required us to be.

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First was the jock and cup, well used, but it always is first. With a kiss on his lips, I slid it up Sir's legs to nest properly on his crotch, followed by the girdle with all his pads in it. Next were the knee braces on both legs, then the two-tone green and white socks. Since it was cold out, I put him in a long-sleeved Under Amour green shirt with the "G" logo on the collar. His gold official pants followed this, tightly laced and belted. As I brought out the pad, I caught him stroking the smooth pants on his strong thighs.  

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Setting the pads down, I put on custom-made cleats with the Linebacker's name and number. The cleats were taped, over and over, wrapping around his ankles and leg. Sir bent down and kissed my shaved head as I did so.  

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Next went on the Mr. D lineman pads. These are the biggest set of pads a Man can have, with neck roll and rib pads. Buckling them on, Sir banged them against me, roughing me up a little. I would slam my hands on them before sliding his jersey over, the green home jersey with his name and number sewn on. 

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Next, I slid on the pads on his arms and the gloves. Eye-black was under his eyes, and his gold helmet snapped on after a kiss.  

At that point, I kneel before him, kiss his cleats, and look up at this God in gold and green that has allowed me to suit him up. 

His gloved hand touches my chin, and he smiles. Thanking me and a small drop of spit drops from his lips. He tilts my head down, and the spit lands on my head, and he rubs it in. 

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Sir holds his leather palmed glove over my mouth, letting me take it all in. I feel the slick, smooth surface of his pants as he forces my head between his legs. That is when Sir has me lower my logger jeans and wails on my ass with his Linebacker gloved hands. He holds my head tight, and I try not to make too much noise, but sometimes I do.  

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Ordering me to the bed, Sir pulls my jeans down further, and it isn't long before he's sliding his ass over my face. I work my mouth and tongue around his uniformed ass, smelling him while slightly tasting him. My hands stroke his cleats and socked legs as his gloved hands hold, kneed, and stroke my cock and balls. There are those moments when one doesn't want time to move forward; this was one of those times.  

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When it did, he had me remove my boots, pants, and shirt until I was naked before him. Lying face down on the bed, he crashed on me with all his power and pads, my air escaping a loud grunt.  

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Soon, he secured my hands and feet to bolts in the bed. Sir shoved that wet jock in my mouth, then started taping it, then taping my head, blocking my sight. When he was complete, my head was covered in athletic tape. As I was getting used to my breathing, the first strike of the belt hit my ass. I jumped as it stung. I could feel the weight of the heavy buckle, and it hit the next time, but not as hard. 

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Thankfully, when he used the buckle, it was lighter than when he used the leather belt. In my mind, I could picture my Linebacker in his full uniform showing his power over me by training my ass as it reddened and welted. His strokes moved from my ass, up my back and down my legs. 

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The pain was growing in intensity, and I was nearly in tears, tears of pain and tears of joy that I was with my Sir once again.  

The beating stopped, and the coolness of Sir's gloved hands gently slid around my skin. Then I felt the cold of the lube pour down my ass crack. Sir crashed on me again and then positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock head position at the opening in my ass. Sir and I had never done this part before. We both felt it important to be ready before fucking and knowing that each was truly in love with each other. And in it went, slowly as I could hear Sir moaning as he enjoyed the feeling. 

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It hurt at first, but I gradually got used to the size of Sir and his pumping. The action increased in tempo as he laid on me with all his weight. At some point, the image in my mind was of him on top of me, feeling the smoothness of his pants and jersey as it was cool against my skin, the sharpness of some of the pads and, on occasion, his cleats roughing up my skin on feet and ankles. He would take his hands and stroke my body; other times smother me with his gloves and then hold my head up and back. We had both wanted this moment since that night we met. It was the perfect time and place, and I knew he had my heart, mind, and soul.  

I don't know how long he fucked me, but it wasn't a quickie. Even though I was naked, I was warm and sweaty. The wet jock in my mouth would allow me some trickles of piss to moisten my throat, and I moaned for hours, enjoying my lot in life. Then, the tempo increased, and his actions became more violent. He was stronger and reaching his climax. His gloved hand covered my face and blocked my breathing. 

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With a loud grown, the Linebacker shot his football into the pad pig's end zone and scored his life's most important touchdown. Sir collapsed on me, breathing heavily and releasing my face. He didn't pull out, and soon, I could feel him pissing in my ass. 

I felt it fill me like nothing before. 

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When he was done, he stood and opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a plug to slide in my ass to keep his piss nice and warm.

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Sir released me and removed the tape, painfully, from my head. I stood before him in his full gear; he looked magnificent. He brought forth a cock device he installed on me with a short hose attached, then a pair of rubber shorts, followed by a cup. He had me wear football pants that matched his with the pads. Next, he handed me a full rubber dry suit, and I pulled it on. The gloves were attached. A gag went in my mouth with a tube through it, followed by a rubber hood with nose and eye holes and a hole for the tube. He gave me some little footballs to hold in each hand and started taping them with duct tape. Then taped my arms to my side and covered my entire body with that tape. 

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Sir helped me walk to another room in the house, and then I saw it and stopped.

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"Yes, pig, it's real, and you're going in it."

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I tried pleading, but the gag all but silenced me. 

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Before me was a wooden box, one that was meant to hold a pad pig for a long period. How did I know? Sir had always told me that he wanted to do this. This was his dream, and I was going to experience it. He wanted me to see it before adding tape over my eyes, and I went into the darkness. He pushed me to the box and gently helped me to lay in it. I struggled a bit, but his hard slap told me I better stop. Straps and locks were all over the place, and he secured me in. Then Sir slid a leather hood over my taped head, and I heard it lock. It was all so final.

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"Pig, you know you've wanted this since I told you about it. I know you just got here, and I want you in my bed. But you have to be trained properly. And it starts tonight. I fucking own you, pig. You are a piece of faggot shit to be molded to my specifications. And it starts now. I am going to keep you in this box for the next week. You're to report to your new job on Monday, and you will be ready. 

But for now, you must learn what submission to your Linebacker Master means. You have no choices in your life, only to serve, be respectful and love me. 

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"Feel where you are, totally fucking helpless. 

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Not knowing when the sun rises, what day it is, only to know that your Master holds control of your breathing, your pissing, your life. If you get scared, yell. I expect to hear you yell, to hear you cry and begin that gag. But it will do no good because you gave yourself to me, pig boy. And now you achieve what you've always wanted."

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With that, I heard the door of the box slam shut and lock. I hear only my breathing in the darkness.