Okay I fucking LOVE rugby players, so this thread will be dedicated to stories about my experiences on a rugby team.
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Sorry if this first story doesn't include much sexual content but it's a prelude of things to come!
RUGBY TEAM WELCOME
I was the new guy on a rugby team over in Europe, recently having graduated from college and excited to live in a new part of the world. I had played the sport in college but it ended badly. My senior year I was outed as gay and faced much harrassment from my teammates, both during practice and off the field. I was even cornered in the locker room by a few of my teammates and threatened. I feared for my physical safety, but nothing happened fortunately.
As a result of my experiences back in the States, I felt very reluctent to be out to my new teammates. It was very hard to do, so I mostly avoided too much contact with them. I would go to practice and then leave without showering and never went out with members of my team as a whole. It was hard, but I didn't want to take the risk of getting beaten up or worse.
There were two guys whom I had become close to. Their names were Stefan and Antonio. They were great guys. We would go out to bars and talk about the team, our families, and life in general. One night at the bar I got a little too drunk and started to talk about what happened when I was in college. I started to cry as I talked about it.
Stefan put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry, nothing of the sort will happen here", he assured me.
"Yah. Remember Gareth Thomas is out, so it's not as big of a deal anymore", Antonio added.
It felt great to hear those words, though I still had my guard up and wondered if what they said was really true.
A couple nights later the three of us were hanging out at Stefan's parent's home (they had a huge house in the country and were out of town) and having some drinks. After a couple of sips I started to feel faint. I began closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
"We don't have much time", I heard Antonio say.
I was too weak to fight back, but I saw them coming towards me on the sofa. When they stood over me, Stefan began to take my shirt off. At that point I blacked out.
I awoke still on the sofa to feel something over my head, which felt like a pillowcase. After realizing that I was stripped of all my clothes except for a jockstrap and my hands and feet were tied with plastic ties, I began to freak out. Sweat began to pour down my face and my heart was racing a mile a minute.
"What the fuck guys?! I fucking trusted you!!!", I shouted at Stefan and Antonio, not knowing if they even heard me or were even around. Tears began to well up in my eyes from fear. So many thoughts popped into my head of what could happen to me. I might've been big and strong, but they were both bigger, and could probably kill me if they wanted to. I then heard footsteps coming towards me. A gentle touch was felt on my shoulder.
"Steve, don't worry. We're not going to hurt you. We want to help you out", Stefan said. I felt another hand on my other shoulder.
"Yes, you deserve to feel welcome on this team", Antoino added.
"What did you give me?", I asked.
"Just a mild sedative. Completely harmless, even with alcholol. You've only been out for 2 hours", Stefan replied.
I felt Antonio move down to my feet. He cut the tie off of them. Without warning they both lifted me up by my arms, still keeping my hands tied behind my back though. As they slowly pulled me along I felt my body brush against their bare skin. They were both naked too! I wondered what they hell was going to happen, but at the same time I felt safe with them.
After we stopped I heard a familiar voice.
"Kneel down", the voice commanded.
I recognized it immediatly as Hanz, our team captain. I obeyed as Stefan and Antonio lightly pressed down on my shoulders. Suddenly the pillowcase was removed from my head and I couldn't believe my eyes. My entire team was in the foyer, and they were all wearing nothing but jockstraps. My attention quickly was directed back to Hanz as he stood right in front of me holding a glass with what looked like black paint.
"Steve, we understand what happened to you in your past. We want you to feel welcome with us, and not be afraid to be yourself. You are a valued member of this team and we care about your well being", Hanz said with sincirity. He then dipped his finger into the paint and began to rub it on my chest.
"This is a Celtic symbol for brotherhood. Know that we think of you as a brother, a teammate, and a friend", Hanz stated as he finished. He then dipped his finger in the paint a second time and rubbed it across my forehead.
"It's done!", Hanz shouted enthusiastically. Before I could even smile I was lifted up by Stefan and Antonio and my jockstrap was pulled down to the floor. I noticed that my teammates were doing to same thing. They all came towards me, stark naked, and patted me on the shoulder and cheek, officially welcoming me onto the team.
I looked back into the crowd and saw Stefan and Antonio, standing and smiling at me.
"Thank you", I mouthed, nearly hold back tears of happiness. My fears were all gone after that point, and it set things up for even greater adventures down the road!