The wrestling team

The guys in your weight class on the wrestling team quickly became great friends. They were all seniors in the under 120 pound group, meaning though athletic every one was some combination of short and lean. You also found out you weren’t the only trans guy on the team, as Ash who was the shortest but strongest of the four was as well. His hair cut was buzzed short like yours but was black instead of your blonde. The other two on your team were Seth and Dylan, one long and extra thin with long shaggy blonde hair, the other the resident punk of the group, often wearing chains or leather around school.

You were excited when they invited you over Friday after school, starting at a local arcade but going to be finishing at Ash’s house. The arcade was fun, getting competitive, when you discovered fun they were planning that they hadn’t told you yet.

You followed the group lead by Ash, to your surprise, back to school and to the gym. You weren’t sure how Dylan had managed to get a key to the facilities, but he was able to let you all in and to the wrestling annex. You’d joked, “why are we here? We don’t have any gear do we?”

The three face knowing looks to each other as Ash explained “we have alittle… tradition. Well it started as hazing, and now we just have fun with it. You are part of the team now, so you get to join!” You looked weary, but young and naive you trust your friends this is normal. They grab a large duffel bag from its hiding place under some mats, saying “We are going to wrestle for unofficial rankings, and the bottom two will get these used on them!”