Ty curls his hand up, blocking sean from the outside world. He and Brett stomp over to see the rest of the team standing over one of the laundry bags. As Ty and Brett get closer, they hear the college team finish up their game. The college players were a much fiercer group than the high school teams. They were Older, Stronger, Bigger, as well as being Tougher, Hairier and Rougher. Ty and Brett stopped in their tracks to let the College men pass through on the way to the seperate locker room. After the bigger jocks finished passing by, a horrific Idea lights up in Ty's mind.
He and Brett join the rest of the team and stare down at the miniscule team trapped in the bottom of the laundry basket. They are huddled to one side, with the other occupied by a used pair of socks which had a tattered tag, sweaty sole and a couple of long, wirey hairs stuck to the mud stains on it.
"Alright boys, you know what to do!" Ty booms as all the teammates begin to remove their sweatsoaked socks. "But First!" Ty stops them just as they are dangling 20 pairs of sweaty socks over the helpless miniature opponents. The tiny men squeak in horror at the sight of 40 disgusting used socks about to be dropped on to them.
"Get out That one, that one and those two" He smiles, pointing out Sean's four best friends. Brett reaches in and grabs out the three squirming selections. He struggles to hold them as Ty instructs the boys to unleash the rain of socks. All the boys laugh as they drop their sweaty laundry onto the defenseless team.
The laughter gets even louder as they see the pathetic sight of 15 men struggling against the sea of stained fabric. The four tiny men in Brett's hands scream in unison feeling the humiliation the others are going through. They begin to try and fight the huge paw like hands of their captor. Brett Turns to Ty "what are we going to do with these four?"
"Well they are Seany boy's best friends arent they Sean" Ty laughs as he holds Sean up to his face like a kid with a pet lizard. "So they get an extra special punishment" he smiles as he gestures Brett to follow him. The rest of the team does as well. All of them have to stop as the huge college players burst from their seperate change room to head out for the second half of their game. Brett Hides the little men behind his back, his hands resting just above the crack of his ass which is hanging out of his shorts. When he whips them back around the front as he is walking, the four little guys are unsure what is happening until they find themselves being dropped through the air. When they land, they look up to see the opposing team with crooked smiles on their faces. They have been dropped in another cavernous bag, and this one is for
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