Taking One for the Team

 

Cancun. The beaches, the nightlife, the tourists… Almost everyone knows someone who has vacationed there at least once. And yet, Adrian Carrolls hadn’t ever even left the country. A rising football star, and first round pick for the Baltimore Ravens, Adrian had always wanted to go to a new country. Now that the funds were no issue anymore, he took the first opportunity to head down to the white beaches of Cancun.

After sucker-punching some irritating paparazzi twats and doing his best to avoid the annoying fans, he finally made it from the airport to his hotel. Saying that the trip was a vacation, however is a bit misleading. He was there as a representative of Nike. He was supposed to go to a soccer event and cheer on the Atlante FC team. The problem was, he didn’t know the first thing about soccer. He was one of the many Americans who believed that American Football was the true football, and that soccer players were basically pussy pretty boys running around. 

Thus, when he arrived at Estadio Olímpico Andrés Quintana Roo, he was marginally out of his league. After feigning understanding Nike’s Mexican representative, he begrudgingly agreed to a tour of the facility. It was clearly no M&T Bank Stadium, and he made a point of comparing the two to the guide. Reaching the locker rooms, he laughed out loud at the modest provisions. This did not go unnoticed by the players changing into their uniforms. From their seat on the bench, Carlos and Gabriel muttered in Spanish about the pompous American football star. A quick lightbulb went off in their heads, Gabriel shooting a wink and nod to Ezequiel, who returned his motioning. 

Adrian was just leaving the room, when the door in front of him slammed shut. Carlos slid the lock into place, shouting at him in Spanish to sit on the bench. The hulking American runningback of course put up quite the fight, but after being restrained by almost every member on the team, he was clearly overtaken. With their socks, they tied Adrian down to the bench, making sure he couldn’t escape. 

Gabriel and Ezequiel smirked and rubbed their growing bulges. Carlos, however was the first to whip out his lean Latino cock. Adrian spat at the Mexican hunks, shouting racial and homophobic slurs. Gabriel quickly punched Adrian in the gut, causing him to shout in pain. With great timing, Carlos shoved his 8 in cock into Adrian’s open mouth. Ezequiel held his jaw ajar, making sure he wouldn’t bite into Carlos, while Gabriel went around the back to his ass. Pulling down his shorts and Under Armour compression shorts, Gabriel furiously began to eat out Adrian’s hairy ass, before shoving his gigantic and girthy cock into his tight virgin hole.

From there, the team took turns spitroasting the sexy American, unloading their cum into his empty stomach. Eventually, the last player, Eder, shot a gigantic load into Adrian’s mouth, ending the festivities. Adrian, who was clearly exhausted and nearly numb, waited for the guys to untie him, but was surprised instead by how much smaller he felt. He tried to look down at himself, and was shocked to see his hairy chest now barren and smooth. His complexion tanned and darkened as if waves of melanin flowed beneath his skin. Desperately trying to shout, he was terrified to discover his cries were weak and quiet.

Adrian’s gigantic and hard-earned muscles deflated and shrank, turning his mesomorph build into a quick and nimble ectomorph. He felt hands on his head; pulling, twisting and prodding his face and hair. When the molding subsided, he opened his deep brown eyes at his teammates. Miguel stood up, shouting in Spanish about being hazed as the new Midfielder. Carlos and Ezequiel laughed and wiped some leftover cum off his cheek, tossing him a kit. Of course, the hazing wasn’t over, as Miguel’s jersey had “Bimbo” in giant red letters written on it. Laughing it off, he tossed it on, thankful for being taken into such a great family. He played Futbol. The real Futbol, and no one would take that away from him.