You didn't know why the coach let you join your high school wrestling team. Probably so the other guys could have someone to torment and abuse. You weren't like the other boys. They were tall, muscular, manly men and you were an average height, with some muscle mass, but not nearly as much as the other boys. You were just a normal, average teenage boy. You still went to try outs and all, but never actually did anything other then be bullied by the other boys or to be absolutely destroyed in a wrestling match. You were in the locker room, where the smell of sweat, musk, and dirty teenage boys filled your nostrils. The locker room was a place for boys to be boys, but for you, it was a place to be tormented and be forced to serve the other wrestlers. The best guy, and the most muscular and handsome, Chad, grabbed you by your tighty whities and began to wedgie you while the other jocks roared and cheered in amusement as they watched their buddy torment their human punching bag.

"Ready to serve us, loser?" Chad said, while the other boys laughed. It was either obey, or become their human wrestling training dummy for hours on end.