I instantly fell in love with college life. The freedom, the baseball, and the men. Being a Canadian baseball player getting a scholarship and a spot on the starting roster of a Division 1 NCAA was both a surprise and a dream come true. Being a slender 5"9 center fielder I had to work my ass off to get into the best shape of my life. I now was 180 lbs with a toned body, ripped abs, and pretty good speed. However, I was now surrounded by guys 2 years older than me, none of them under 6"2 and all of them over 210 lbs so I had no room to slack off. I was now nearing the 3rd month of my freshman year and spent most of my time off in the workout room with my teammates pumping iron.

Now, being from Canada I wasn"t really exposed to the whole "team shower" concept. On my first day of training I got a real close up look at the other players. Now I don"t know what they put in the water in the states but all the guys, even the chubby ones - my favorite -, were all hung like fucking hell. I always thought I as pretty average with my 6 inches but all these guys must have been no lesser than 8, and really fat. I got so hot that day that I sat in the washroom stalls for at least an hour with the hardest erection EVER. That was my routine whenever shower time rolled around, I pretended to take a shit until the showers were less populated. After a while though I got used to having a couple of naked guys around and became a master at using my peripheral vision.

Nearing the end of the first semester I started to notice that nearly all of the team stopped hanging out with me and I became a sort of an outcast. At first I thought it was because of my size or maybe because I was Canadian but that that was far from the truth. What I didn"t know was that a "friend" from back home, who I didn"t know even enrolled in the school, was secretly outing me to my teammates without me knowing. Now, I may have went to this particular party and had one too many to drink; and I may have had a hot drunken make out session with this particular guy. See what happened was when he confronted me the next Monday at school about it I had to flat-out reject him and tell him that I wasn"t ready to be open yet. Needless to say he held a pretty strong grudge and now he was making my life a living hell.

However by this time Christmas break was right around the corner and I was relieved to be heading back to my friends and family. Finally the last day before Christmas break rolled around and with that the last practice. I rushed back to my dorm after my final lecture, eager to get the day over with, but when I got back to my room my two other room/teammates had already left for practice. I thought it was strange considering their usually the ones who are playing video games until there was only 5 minutes to get to practice. I figured they were just as eager as I was to be home for the holidays so I quickly had something to eat, got my shit, and got out.

Walking to the athletics building I took in as much of the warm weather as I could. I would miss the sun and the warm up in the hellish cold of Canada"s winter. I walked to into the building and headed straight for the locker room door. As I got closer and closer to the door I kept getting this strange feeling wash over me and as I opened that door to the locker room it was quiet. I walked in saw that everyone was for the most part already changed and ready, but no one was talking. When I got to my locker I turned to Matt. He"s our 6"1 261 lb back up catcher and one of my roommates He"s a really stocky dude, not toned but big in EVERY way.

"Hey, yo what’s going on?" I asked but he responds by getting up and heading for the door. At this point I"m used to people ignoring me so I get my practice shit on and I head out the door.

Practice was brutal. Our coach decided to double up on drills and conditioning since we were going to have a couple of weeks off. By the time I made it to the locker room my legs and body were quitting me. I was one of the first guys in so I quickly got my shower shit and went to my usual stall before anyone could notice me leaving. I stayed there until I could hear a majority of the team leave than decided to take my shower. When I walked past the isles they were all abandoned but I could hear one of the showers still going.

When I walked in I immediately noticed Jake, our team captain on the far left of the showers facing the entrance, staring at me when I walked in. Jake was by far our biggest player, he was 6"7 and around 265 lb of pure bulging muscle. He had mid length black hair that he usually spiked when he wasn"t on the field, a chiseled jaw, and toned from head to toe with amazing abs and an even more amazing 10 inch cut cock. He never really talked to me at all since I’ve been here and to tell you the truth he scared the shit out of me. When I walked in I felt my heart stop and we made eye contact for a split second, I immediately looked away but looked his body down before I did; that was my move I would get a good look in before I looked away, and as I was looking down I noticed is dick. It wasn"t erect but it was HUGE and just hanging low. I quickly turned to the right and went to the opposite wall and put turned on the cold water before turning on the hot, trying to stifle any chance of an erection.

I showered quickly but the entire time I could feel his stare on the back of my neck and every time I glimpsed back he was just standing there, washing his rippled chest, starring right at me. Feeling very uncomfortable I turned off the water, wrapped my towel around my waist and headed for the entrance. Almost exactly when I turned off my shower I could hear Jake"s turn off and as I turned to leave I noticed he didn"t even bother covering up, he just threw his towel over his shoulder and started heading for the entrance just as I was. I didn"t even bother checking him out, something didn"t feel right. Just before I exited the shower I could almost feel Jake"s massive presence inches behind me. As I left and made the slight left turn into the isle to where my locker was I could hear Jakes footsteps ignore the right turn to his get to his locker and follow me instead. Something was up and just as I was about to turn to confront him something in front of my locker caught my attention.

Standing there in front of my locker were 6 of our senior starters and my two huge roommates wearing only their practice shorts and shoes. I stopped dead in my tracks and before I could tell my body to make a run for it a towel flew around my neck and started choking me almost lifting me off the ground. Instinctually I threw my hand up and tried to ease the tension on my neck which only resulted in the loss of my own towel. So now I was standing there in front of my own team completely exposed and quickly losing consciousness. Right before passing out the towel released me and I was now flying head first into my own locker. The crash echoed as my skull bounced of the metal door sending white hot pain shooting through my head, but I didn"t go down. Instead I almost bounced off the locker and immediately attempted to throw a right hook at Jake. However just as I brought my fist back I felt a massive hand wrap around my wrists followed by another pair on my other wrist and a massive arm around my neck. Now I was being dragged backwards and slammed up against one of those big padded support beams.

As soon as I hit the beam I could feel multiple pairs of hands holding my arms back behind me and a hard wood of a bat pinning my neck making any sort of movement painful, but that didn"t stop me from fighting. I focused all my energy on trying to free myself and punch Jake as hard as I could and wipe that pompous fucking look right of his face. But I am small and weak compared to these guys and as Jake got closer and closer, now wearing the same pair of practice shorts everyone else was wearing, all I was doing was loosing breath.

"Josh control this fucker" called Jake through sneering teeth, and the next thing I new the bat around my neck shot back crushing my windpipe. As I quickly began to loose my breath Jake now stood in front me looking down with a cold expression. After a while he gave a nod and the pressure on my neck eased and I struggled to take in air making loud pathetic sounding gasps.

"WHAT THE FU-ARHG" I couldn"t even finish my sentence before Jake backhanded the side of my face making a loud snap. His giant sized hand completely covered the side of my face causing my head to jerk to the right. My knees buckled but I managed to remain standing, I regained myself and tried to lunge at him but I was held back.

"Stop fighting, we know about your little fucking boyfriend" said Jake calm as shit. He new that even if I wasn"t restrained he could kill me with his bear hands, as could everyone else in that room, this was just more convenient.

"What the FUCK are you talking about" at first I really didn"t know what he was talking about.

"I"m TALKIN about Sam that little faggot that you fucked up in Canada."

Everything stopped. My heart sank and my struggling stopped. All the fight I had in quickly changed to sheer horror and fear. My mind went blank and realization began to sink in. Here I was, completely naked, bound to a pole in a college locker room in a not to tolerant part of the country, surrounded by 9 huge guys; each capable of beating me to death with their bare hands and each of them now knowing I"m gay. My breathing came in slow long puffs and my words were almost a whisper.

"How do you know about that?"

"You didn"t know? He"s enrolled here and when he found out you were on the team he told all of us about the two of you." Jake said as he slowly got his 34 in m9 all black bat that had been leaning on the side of a locker and brought it up around the back of his neck and let his arms drape over the top of it, showing of his body only a few feet in front of me.

He waited for a response, some sort of retaliation but he didn"t get one. I just slowly looked up right into his eyes. I never noticed before but his eyes are different from normal peoples. They were mostly black as if his pupils were really big and there was only a small ring of blood red that surrounded them.

"Let me go" hopelessness dripping from every word.

"I"m afraid we just can"t do that. See, we’ve all agreed that there is just no fucking way we can have some little flaming Canadian faggot running around our team"

"Fuck you, let me go"

"Listen you FUCKING QUEER, I suggest you shut the fuck up and do what we say" there was now anger in his voice as he took the bat off his shoulders came beside me and held to my stomach obviously suggesting that he was going to swing if I didn"t obey.

"I suggest you fucking let me go" I replied, their were some snickers behind me but Jake seemed unfazed

"Funny" was the only thing he said right before he brought the bat back and swung hit hard into my gut. I immediately screamed in pain and my body recoiled in response. The hand and restraints holding me to the beam let go and I crumbled to the floor on my hands and knees with one hand clutching my stomach. More laughed behind me as a kneeled there by Jake"s feet. Suddenly I felt a massive hand grab the back of my head and throw me onto my back. When I landed I got swarmed. Josh our starting catcher, same size as matt but less fat and more muscle, pinned my hands above my head and my two room mates, Matt and Andrew held my legs apart as everyone else surrounded me taking turns kicking and stomping my midsection. I was completely helpless all I could do was close my eyes and burry my face in my bicep. When they stopped I was wheezing for air and making strange noises I couldn"t even recognize.

Next, Josh slowly took a knee beside me and looking me straight in the eyes he grabbed my package, cock and balls, in is massive hand and staring crushing them with is hulk like strength. I felt so small in his giant hands. My body twisted and agony and I screamed in sheer white hot pain. I shut my eyes and tried to resist but the pain was too much and it broke me.

"STOP, PLEASE, STOP AHGH!!!! PLEASE!!!!" Tears trickling down the sides of my face.

"Why should I stop? A little fag like you doesn"t deserve to have balls. I should just rip these off."

"NO!!!! PLEASE DON"T. I"LL DO ANYTHING. ANYTHING YOU WANT JUST PLEASE LET GO PLEASE!!!!!"

Josh gave a little smirk and then let go. He picked up his bat and dragged a chair over and sat in between my wide spread legs. He put the end off the bat on my now super sensitive sack before he spoke.