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Taking Down the Captain- Part 1 of 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 22:13:24 +0000 UTCThe past few weeks have been very busy for me, and I've been waiting on some inspiration to get me motivated on this site. Luckily for all of you, I am feeling very inspired with this series! I met this guy online years ago, and I've been lucky to get to see him in a myriad of outfits, and tonight, you're about to see him as well. For VIP readers, head over to the Discord server to see Anthony in all of his glory, and there will be new content from him in all three parts including multiple outfit changes including his birthday suit. This one is going to be a blast...
With aggressive rap music blaring through my headphones too loudly to really hear the lyrics, I walked towards the gym. The new semester had started, which meant that it was time to start wrestling again. I had skipped a few classes this week, but my tutor had given me the homework this morning. She hadn’t done any of it though, so I told her that I’d expect that when I got back later this week. Doesn’t she know how busy college athletes are?
Walking down the tree-lined sidewalk, other students looked at me, but I didn’t acknowledge them. I was already in the zone, and nothing was going to mess with me. Well, almost nothing. As the gym loomed in front of me, someone finally got my attention… me. On the lampposts in front of me, there were four banners with me lurching above the walkway in each of them.
I was wearing one of the team’s promotional singlets that had been made for some event, and even though they didn’t have our team’s logo, I looked too good in them for the school to pass up. I think the rest of the team might have banners on the other side of the gym, but it was all me at the main entrance which made sense.
I was the star of the team.
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We could hear the music spilling out of Anthony’s headphones before he even opened the door to the locker room, so we had plenty of time to get into position before he arrived. Donny was stationed near the door out to the gym, and the rest of us were at our lockers, already dressed out.
There was a preseason meet happening tonight that no one really cared about- well, no one except Anthony. Every event was a chance for him to show off, and unfortunately, he usually did. He had won his weight class at last year’s regionals, and he had gotten a ticket to Nationals. He was expected to do even better this season, and when he got more airtime, we got more benefits. We should have been grateful, but he was such a fucking dick. And tonight, we wanted to share that with the world without having it implode in our faces.
Hopefully.
“What’s up, fuckers?”
Throwing open both doors from the hallway, our school’s star wrestler appeared in a cloud of cheap cologne and bad music. His headphones were around his neck now, and he let his music play for about thirty more seconds before any of us could say anything.
“You ready for tonight, Tony?”
“Did I fuck that bitch from Tri Delt last weekend? Hell yes is the answer to both questions, bro.”
It was as if he’d seen one sleazy comedy from the eighties, and he decided the steal the personality of the school bully. He was grabbing his gym bag from his locker now, and without taking a single pause, he kept ragging on all of us as he pulled off his shoes.
He probably didn’t even know that three of us had also medaled at regionals- no one existed aside from him. He was pulling off his socks next followed by his shorts, and while most of the team was avoiding looking his way, I couldn’t resist watching his meaty bulge fall into view. I hated the guy, but he looked good- no point in pretending that he didn’t.
His shirt hit the floor next, and I did a double take at seeing his chest come into view before realizing that I needed to focus. Anthony was now talking about how the team captain got all of the pussy that he wanted, as if any of the girls that he fucked cared. We were all in our twenties, about to start our lives post-college, but Anthony couldn’t get on board. He was a three-year sophomore with an undeclared major, and I was going to have to miss a few practices this week to fly to a job interview.
As I turned around, he was already naked, and I couldn’t resist watching his thick dick swing between his legs. Turned the other way, he admonished one of the few guys on the team that could go toe to toe with him.
“C’mon Trav, stop staring at my fat cock.” Travis just ignored him- he was planning to propose to his girlfriend of about six years later this year. “I knew you were fucking gay.”
He was pulling on his jockstrap now in contrast to all of us wearing the compression shorts that had come with our uniforms. He said he liked the support, but I think he just liked that it didn’t suppress his bulge. We usually wore gray singlets, and every match, you could clearly see his outlined ass through the thin material. We all knew that he liked that too.
We just needed to find out if he would like the new pair that we bought him even more.
“Now!”
At my cue, Chad and Chet stepped up on either side of Anthony and pinned him by his wrists to the wall behind him.
“What the fuck are you two doing?!”
“We’re here to take you down a peg.” Grabbing the bag from my locker that only had two small items in it, I reached inside and grabbed a pink thong and threw it towards our team captain. “Put this on.”
“And why the hell would I put this on? I bet this won't even cover my cock.”
He might be right about the last part, but he was going to have to find out no matter what.
“Anthony, we’re prepared to take up a case with the dean if you don’t back the fuck off. You may have the coach wrapped around your finger, but that won’t last long if you force our hand. We’re tired of you getting whatever you want, and that ends tonight.”
“Oh yeah? And who’s going to stop me? You?”
“I’m three weight classes above you- of course I could stop you. It luckily won’t come to that though- your tutor is going to be the one to take you down.”
“That bitch?”
“Your tutor from last semester kept logs of all of your sessions, and he’s prepared to give them to us to report.”
“Oh no, I’m so scared.”
“We looked into the athletic bylaws, and they’re secure. A wrestler at State was kicked off the team for not having enough credits. The rule is rarely thought about because it’s such a low bar, but you are two credits short of being academically eligible. If you don’t do what we say, then you’re off the team.”
And we saw in Anthony’s face that he finally was about to face reality for the first time in his life. Thomas Crawford was the defending national runner-up in his weight class, and he was now a college drop-out. He’d been sailing by for three years, but right before his senior season, someone leaked his transcript to the local news. He was now working at a car dealership a few miles from his old campus, and Anthony was seeing the possibility of being his new coworker.
“Give me the fucking thong, you pussies.”
Smirking at him, we watched him put the sheer fabric on and pull it up over his thighs.
“Do a turn for us.”
Turning around, his hairy bubble shook its way into view, and there was nothing he could do. He didn’t even have anything to say to Travis who was filming all of this for extra insurance.
“Now try on your new singlet for tonight’s match.”
Seeing the shiny fabric, Anthony tried to fight back, but once he was pinned to the wall again, he relented. The material barely had any stretch to it, and he barely fit into his uniform for the evening.
After a few weeks of practice in every wrestler’s first season, the singlet stopped even being a concern. Before that moment, we always were so concerned with how fans in the stands could see our whole anatomy through the thin fabric. Our bulges were always so available, but you finally could ignore it.
Tonight, all of that confidence was disappearing from Anthony though as he saw himself reflected in one of the mirrors across the locker room. His whole chest was visible, from the happy trail protruding from his borrowed thong up to his perky nipples that almost looked as if they were getting hard.
He was trying so hard to maintain that performative bravado, but this was more humiliating than we’d ever imagined… and the spectacle was only just beginning.
