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A HEAP of Fun Being a first round draft pick in the NFL is every football player’s dream, but to go to the defending Super Bowl champs, the Ravens was even more special. Todd Heap had been dubbed the Golden Retriever in college and his amazing hands had made many a fine catch at the tight end position. He opted for the NFL draft in his junior year and about the only honor that evaded him was the John Mackey award, won by Purdue’s Tim Stratton, the 6’4”, 250 pound muscle-stud. Heap, who played his junior year at about 240, added some weight after the college season by working out, and at the time of the draft was about 252 on his handsome 6’5” muscular and talented frame. The demands on his time were great after the draft and just before Raven’s rookie camp; he received an invitation to meet some of the other rookies at an evening event in Denver. This he figured was something he should do. It was about 8:30 PM when he drove up to the address on the invite and right away he figured he must be in the wrong place. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse. He backed up the rented car when he saw another player standing by the door to the entrance of building. It was Tim Stratton, the guy who had won the Mackey Award, but had opted to stay in school for his senior year at Purdue. Todd stopped the car and got out. “Tim, what are you doing here?” “Hey Heapster, I got this invite and was told to wait out here and wait for the last guy to come. That’s you.” “But why are you here? This gig is for rookies, at least that is what the invitation said.” “Don’t know, but I got one. Come on in, everyone else is here.” Todd didn’t really resent Tim for winning the award, but he wanted to work hard after that to prove to everyone that he should have been the one to win. “Say Todd, you look like you’ve been working out since I saw you in December. Added a few pounds, and looks like it is all muscle.” “Yeah, worked on my chest, legs and arms! I want to be in the best shape possible for rookie camp.” “You’ll want to be in the best shape possible for tonight, buddy.” Todd didn’t get what Tim met but as they entered the large open room, Todd was immediately hit from behind and a large hood thrown over his head. He was taken to the ground and was being manhandled by at least three maybe four other guys. They subdued him with punches to the upper body and finally to the groin. “What the fuck is going on?” Todd yelled between the screams of pain when his nuts were being pummeled. It wasn’t long before Todd was being tied up and dragged off to a room where his hands were being tied to a bar that was then raised by a motorized mechanism till his feet were just a few inches off the floor. Finally the hood was removed, and standing before him were several of the NFL’s top defensive players, along with Tim Stratton. He recognized Bill Romanowski of the Broncos, Jason Sehorn of the Giants and Bob Fredrickson and Pat Tillman of the Cardinals. Standing next to Stratton was the fantastic Bronco receiver, Ed McCaffrey. McCaffrey came over to Heap, grabbed his huge balls, squeezed them and said, “Listen you shit, we’re going to teach you a little about the NFL and when we’re done with you, you will be a broken boy and Tim’s bitch from now on. We hate you guys who come out of college early, and you’re going to learn first hand about the pain the NFL can inflict on your young butt. C’mon Tim, we’ll go have some fun while these four teach our Heap a lesson.” The guys then began to put on some shoulder pads that seemed to be more like armor than the regular football pads. Sehorn was done first and he came over to Heap and with a pair of scissors, cut away the T-shirt, shorts and boxers Todd had worn. He removed his shoes but left his socks on. Todd was dangling there naked and defenseless, just the way these four animals wanted him. Romanowski and Fredrickson line up in front of Heap, while Sehorn and Tillman got behind him. One by one the four fierce defensemen began hitting Heap in the lower torso area. First Fredrickson running at full force rammed him in the gut with his padded shoulder, then Sehorn hit him similarly from behind in the lower back. Romanowski then plowed into his rib area with a force that made Heap howl. “You keep up that sissy yelling and we’ll never stop. You got to take this like a man in the NFL, you wuss rookie.” Romanowski snarled at the terrified Todd. Finally, Tillman gave him a shot to the kidney area that took Heap’s breath away and cause him to want to vomit. They kept this attack up, all in the same body area for three, four then five times each. Heap didn’t utter a sound. The four guys left the room, and Heap figured the punishment was over. He was wrong. About five minutes later the fired-up foursome returned and worked Heap’s upper body and face over the same way they did his stomach, ribs and back. Heap chest was hit, pounded, pinched and plowed into from the front, while the duo of Sehorn and Tillman pounded his shoulders and arms. Heap took several slaps to the face and it was Tillman’s final blow to the back that knocked the once proud receiver out cold. When Heap came to, he was in a different position. His feet and legs had been tied to another bar, his hands still tied to the first bar, and he was hanging about four feet off the floor like a piece of raw meat. The four guys waited till Heap regained consciousness and then began the last phase of their planned evening of fun with Heap. Fredrickson grabbed Heap’s cock and said, “I’m only holding your dumbstick to keep it out of Romanoski’s way.” Sehorn and Tillman were on either side of his chest, just waiting to pounce. Romanowski slid in between the already spread meaty thighs of the beaten boy and inserted his finger into the tense asshole that was not able to put up any resistance. “Better relax and loosen up boy toy or this will take longer and be a lot more painful, trust me.” Romanowski said as he stuck as second finger into the tight end’s tight ass. Todd had never known pain like this and he couldn’t yell for fear of more beatings, but he was moaning and groaning at least get some release. “When we are done with you Heap, Tim will be in and you are to do anything he wants. You are going to be his bitch boy from now until he doesn’t want you around. Whenever he calls for you, be there, or else we’ll be back and it won’t be pleasant, understood?” Sehorn whispered into Todd’s ear. Todd just shook his head in agreement. Romanowski was a pro at fisting and in no time he had stretched this youngster’s hole so that his entire hand was inside the now hot Heap hole. Bill was exploring the receiver’s velvety rectum with his experience hand and Todd breathing turned in a heavy panting. Todd grunted and groaned even louder as Romanowski teased his prostate and let out loud yips as Sehorn and Tillman bit and chewed on his tender nipples. With a final plunge, Romanowski slammed his arm into the now easy ass and was up to his elbow. Todd could not believe that his ass could be stretched that much. Bill quickly pulled his entire arm out of Heap’s hole, and then in one lunge was able to fill the still open tunnel with his arm again. The sensation of pain overtook Heap and he again passed out. When he awoke, Todd was on the floor and standing above him, totally naked was Tim Stratton. Stratton eased his body down on top of Heap, and Todd could not believe how good it felt to have someone on top of him that wasn’t going to be beating the crap out of him. Stratton told Todd to embrace him with his arms and his legs. Todd melted as he ran his arms up and down the Boilermaker’s strong back. His own well-toned legs rested gently on Stratton's muscular perfect legs. “Heap, I’ve wanted you ever since meeting you at the awards show last December. You looked so perfect, so hot. You’re a hot shot from the Pac 10, but I beat your ass then, and I’ve beaten it tonight. You are my sex slave till I get tired of you. That may be quite a while Heap. I play for Purdue in the Big Ten, but there are really 11 schools in the conference, and you are going to get my Big 12 right now. Stratton began to insert his steel hard Purdue pecker into Heap’s eager ass and it wasn’t long before the Raven’s tight end was being fucked and taking the entire length of his master. As Tim moaned in pleasure, he whispered to Todd he was sorry to put him through the beating, but he didn’t know how else to get control of him. “Oh, Tim, don’t stop fucking me, do anything you want to me. You can have me as your slave forever if you want. I would have done it without the beating.”