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Subject:	© Bondageboy 1996
Erik by Bondageboy

     The tryouts were only three weeks away.  Erik had dreamed
for years that he would get the chance to play for the national
team, and yesterday the invitation came.

              The United States Soccer Association
                        cordially invites

                          ERIK JOHNSON

             to participate in the national tryouts
                      at the Olympic Center
                   Colorado Springs, Colorado
                        June 12-23, 1995

     He knew that the competition would be fierce, so he picked
up his training.  In the mornings, Erik would run several miles,
work on his skills, then run wind sprints to finish off.  In the
late afternoon, he would play for a couple of hours, then hit the
weight room before calling it a day.  It was a grueling schedule,
but Erik knew that it had to be done if he was to be successful
at the tryouts.

     Just because it was Saturday did not mean that Erik could
slow down.  He found some guys to play with in the afternoon, but
they all had left by the time Erik hit the weight room.  Since no
one was around, he took off his shirt to lift.  Erik looked at
himself in the mirrors.  Six feet, one hundred eighty pounds,
long brown hair, body glistening with sweat, Erik spent some time
posing and admiring how his body was beginning to look.  The six
months of training had built a good base, but he liked how his
body had been pumped up this week.  He started to get excited. 
Erik never saw a another person entering the room.

     Erik awoke to darkness.  He was a little disoriented so it
took a few moments to realize that someone was pulling on his leg
and tying his ankle down.  Erik started to resist the intruder,
but found that his hands were tied above his head, and his feet
were spread apart and tied down.  Erik now realized that the
darkness came from a blindfold.  Assessing the situation, Erik
noticed that what he laid on was padded.  The training table!!
He hadn't been abducted anywhere.  He was still at the school. 
The pad felt cool on his ass.  His shorts were off, but the jock
was still on.

     "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? ", Erik shouted

     No answer.

     "Who are you, and what do you want?"

     Again no answer, but all of a sudden a hand brushed the sole
of his left foot.  Erik's body jumped.
     "Sensitive down there, are you.  Let's see how much."  Those
were the first words that Erik had heard.

     "Please, let me go.  What do you want from me."

     "Just this."  All of a sudden the soles of both feet were
being attacked with squirming fingers.  Erik's body rolled and
strained against his bonds.  The bonds held him tight.  Quickly,
Erik began to laugh.

     "P-p-p-please ... hahaha, ha, ho, haha st-st-stop. HAHAHA,
ha, ho HA,HA  STOP  pppplease, ha, ha, hee, HA, HO, HAHAHAHAHA."
     
     "Holy shit, your ticklish"  Let's see if other areas are
ticklish as the hands moved up to the stomach and ribs.

     "NOOOOOOOOOOO,  HA,HAHAHAHAHA,ho, ha, HAHA, ha ha."  Erik's
body was so sweaty that he was sliding back and forth on the
table, trying to avoid the fingers tormenting his upper body.
"WH-WH-WH-WHYYYYYY ah, ha HAHA, HA HO, haha. ahhahaha,
ahhahahaha, HA, HA."

     "Why? Cause your body looked hot to me when you were posing
back there in the weight room.  I love tickling young studs.  I
love watching their muscles flex while struggling against the
ropes.  And I see you love it too."  The man reached down and
freed Erik's cock from it entrapment.  It was sticking straight
out.  He started tickling Erik's balls.

     "p-please ha, ha, ahha, HA, haha, d-d-don't ahhahaha, ha
HAHAHA." Erik's voice was starting to get horse and his body was
tired from all the activity.  "noooo hahahaha."

     If the rest of Erik's body was showing signs of wear, his
cock was just the opposite.  The more his balls were being
tickled, the harder his cock got.  Erik was still laughing hard,
but the sounds were getting fainter.  His body started to tense
up.  His cock felt ready to explode.  Suddenly, he screamed and 
shot his load for what seemed like several minutes.

     Erik must have passed out.  He was free of his restraints
and the blindfold was gone.  His body resisted as he started to
sit up.  It felt like he had just run ten miles.  It took him
five minutes to get to his locker.  Taped to the locker was a
note.

     Erik-
            It looked as if you needed some help relaxing
          from all the training you've been doing.  If you
          agree, take your shirt off and flex when you lift
          again next Saturday.

     It was signed, COACH

     Erik sat and read the note several times.  Then he smiled. 
He realized then, that he will lift only in his jock the next two
weeks.