You are part of the squad

“Please, remember. The squad made the bet, and you are one of us, so you did to. Please understand!” Stephanie pleaded as two of your cheerleader friends gently grabbed you and started to bind. You don’t know why you didn’t resist, maybe out of honor, maybe out of paralyzing confusion, but it didn’t take long for them to hogtie you in your costume, minus the head. They put a large cloth in your mouth, then taped it shut before putting the head back on you. You grunted and tested your bonds once they backed up, but you had no give and were severely trapped.

The girls may not have been happy about paying off a bet to a hated rival, but you could tell some of them did get a sadistic kick out of binding the one boy on the squad and making him pay it. Atleast that’s the feeling you got as they lifted you into a large bag, zipping it up. You were a pretty small guy, so they were able to get you in and lift it, taking you into the unknown.

You could feel the movement, and after some very nervous minutes you felt yourself dropped on the ground. The bag was unzipped, and you found yourself in the opposing cheerleading squads licker room.