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The Wrong Case


There’s nothing like a city break, a chance to clear your head and take in some sites. Especially after breaking up with your boyfriend. I mean Jake had been great when you guys first got together in High School, but then he started taking Football way to seriously. Always dressed in some form of sports kit, copying the most popular players hairstyles, he turned into a proper chav! So you called it quits at the end of the college year, decided to get some space and head on a tour of Europe over the Summer. Today you said “Goodbye London” and “Guten Tag Berlin!”.

However life loves irony, Approaching the departure gate for your flight you find it surrounded by a college football team. All dressed in their identical skinny Adidas tracksuits with their team logo on. Their hair all the same style, with short sides and the top swooped to one side, like some kind of cult.  You also notice that they all seem to have small iPod headphones in at least one of their ears, You don’t understand how they even hear each other over whatever chavvy music they must be blasting into their thick skulls. You take a deep breath, it’s only an hour and half flight, you can manage this, and then you’re free. Taking a seat on the other side of the gate waiting area you pull the book you’re reading out of your bag. Everything you have is packed into your hand luggage, a plain black small travel case. This means you won’t have to lug a huge suitcase around on your trip and there’s no risk of it getting lost in transit so you don’t need to tie any dorky tags on it so you know it’s yours.

Just as you finish a chapter the announcement for boarding comes over the tannoy, You get up and make your way to the gate, the football team is gathered around it and the coach is talking to one of the staff rather desperately. You over hear what he’s saying, he’s asking if they can hold the flight for a few minutes as one of the lads has just gotten to the airport, they have already checked in all the teams luggage. The flight attendant is denying his request and you smile a small smile as you scan your ticket through and head down to the plane.

Taking your window seat and storing your case in the overhead storage,  you notice that the plane is practically empty, But then again that’s because the team is yet to board. You grin again hoping that they will all just get left behind. Unfortunately you’re not so lucky and you soon hear the sound of lads chanting as they board the plane. Even worse, they sit in the rows infant and behind you and one of the lads even plops into the seat next to you. “Alrite mate” he says as he grins at you, his mouth chewing on a bit of gum. You smile and nod and then look out the window. You can hear your new neighbour chatting to his friends, saying it’s a shame how their mate didn’t make the flight and wondering what they are going to do about the match they are due to play. You try to zone out the chavvy east London accents but the lads are too loud, your new neighbour is confidently telling his friends not to worry, apparently he has a plan. With that the lads take their seats as the safety video plays.

You turn to watch the flight attendants demonstration and catch a glimpse of the lad next to you. He has light brown hair, brushed over to his left side and a seemingly permanent cocky grin on his face as he chews with his mouth open. He’s dressed in skinny Adidas trackies and some kind of Nike trainers, and a matching Adidas jacket with a team logo stitched onto it is zipped up to his neck. Poking out of the top of his jacket are two headphones, one going directly into his right ear, the other hanging loose. You can just about hear what’s playing, it sounds like no song you’ve ever heard, just voices in some chavvy accent. You also notice that the lad smells like he’s doused himself in Lynx body spray, the smell of it is getting right up your nose and making your head swim. You turn away again, and you’re thoughts drift to your ex, maybe you were too harsh breaking up with him…. Damnit this is not what you need right now!

The plane takes off and you feel your head go woozy again, you take a deep breath, inhaling more of that body spray smell and then decide just to close your eyes and sleep through the flight, You had to be up early to get to the airport. You feel yourself start to drift off and just before you do you hear the lad next to you shift in his seat and feel a ticking sensation in your right ear. You can hear the lads whispering to each other, as you fall into a pleasant sleep.

You wake with a jolt, slightly disorientated. Your right ear is itching, you give it a scratch and look at the lad next to you. “Alrite mate, we’re jus’ about to start landing” he says to you, still grinning. “Thanks” you reply, somehow during your snooze you seem to have gotten used to his accent. You feel the plane start to descend and again your head goes a bit woozy. Feeing light headed you sit forward resting your head on the seat in front of you, You feel a hand on your shoulder and hear your neighbour saying “Easy mate, we’ll be there soon”. An open bottle of water appears under your face, “Here ‘ave some of this”. You gratefully take the bottle and have a swig, sitting back and feeling better already. The water has a funny taste to it, not bad but different, you don’t care and finish the bottle. You turn to the lad next to your and smile, “Thanks for that, sorry I finished it” you say, to which he just grins and says “Don’t worry about it bruv”. Huh, maybe you judged these guys all wrong.

The plane lands and you get up, sliding past your new friend. You thank him again and then grab your case from the overhead locker and step off the plane. A quick breeze through passport control and then you’re in a taxi and on your way to the hotel, your trip is back on track!

You pull up to the hotel, it’s nothing fancy but it’s nice and central. As you wait in the queue to check in you hear a loud bunch of lads entering the hotel. Turning around you stare in disbelief as the same football team from your flight comes in. You can’t believe your luck but at the same time you feel a smile on your face when you spot the lad who was next to you on the plane.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the check in desk as the couple in front of you move away.  You give your confirmation number to the receptionist and she looks up your booking, frowning at your computer screen she looks at you and apologises, saying that your room is not quite ready yet, however you are welcome to have a complimentary drink in the bar and they will call you when it is. She presses a button on her desk and a young porter approaches, she tells you that you can leave your luggage with him and he will take it to your room when it’s ready. You sigh and accept that there is no point arguing, handing your case over to the porter you thank the receptionist and head into the bar.

Your head is still feeling a bit out of sorts so you order a bottle of water and take a seat. Sipping from the water you still notice how different it tastes from the water you had on the plane, strangely not as nice, despite it being the same brand. Strange you think, picking up the bottle to read the label. You jump as two bottles of energy drink are dumped onto the table and the lad from the plane takes a seat opposite you. You look up at him and before you can speak he smiles at you “Here ya go mate” he says sliding one of the bottles across to you, “That’ll make you feel right as rain”. You pick up the bottle curiously, it’s covered in pictures of football players, some kind of world cup sponsorship. The lad smiles at you again and takes a swig of his drink, You twist off the lid and the smell of the drink hits you. “It’s good stuff, all the best players drink it” the lad says encouraging you. Not wanting to be rude in the face of his kindness you take a small sip of the drink. It tastes as vile as you imagined but you swallow it down, coughing slightly at how strong it is. “You’ll get used to it” the lad says giving you a pat on the back as you cough some more, he sets his drink down next to yours and out of the corner of your eye you could swear you see him switch them, but that’s crazy!

Sitting back up the lad picks up his drink again and starts to tell you about himself. His name is Chris and it’s his college teams first international game, hence their excitement. You find yourself transfixed as Chris talks, his East London accent is thick but the more you listen, the less you have trouble understanding. He takes another swig of the energy drink and you find yourself doing the same. However this time it doesn’t taste as vile at all, there’s a recognisable taste to it, it tastes like the water did on the plane, the familiar flavour immediately relaxes you and you find yourself wanting more. You find yourself opening up and you tell Chris about your ex and how you broke up with him over football. Chris doesn’t judge, he just nods and says that it’s a shame your ex isn’t here as the team is one player short since his mate Dean didn’t make the flight. You offer him your condolences telling him that you’re “Crap at playing footie”. You stop, where had that come from, you don’t talk like that. Chris is studying you with that grin on his face, you’re about to apologise when and a member of staff approaches your table and tells you that your room is ready. Getting up, you pick up the bottle of energy drink and down the rest of it in one gulp, enjoying the taste. You grin at Chris as you put the bottle back on the table, “Thanks for the drink mate” you say as you follow the staff member to reception. He gives you a wave, watching you go.

You pick up your key card from Reception and then get in the lift to your room, finally a chance to relax. Alone in the lift you let out a long burp, the taste of the energy drink Chris got you still in your mouth. The lift stops at your floor, and you walk along the carpeted hallway to your room. You can’t wait to get out of these clothes and have a nice shower, put on some comfy joggers or trackies. You stop walking… trackies? why did you think about them? You shake your head trying to clear thoughts of the football team from your mind. You carry on to your room and use the key to open the door. Closing it behind you you see it’s a nice modern room, the afternoon sun is streaming in the window and on your bed sits your black travel case. Perfect!

You unzip your case and flip open the lid. The smell of lynx body spray hits you and you stare at the contents of the case, sitting on top of the clothes is a folded white football top, the number 13 in big red letters on the front almost mocking your bad luck. This isn’t your case, it belongs to one of the football team! You can see the kit socks and shin pads in the netted section of the lid, along with lots of McKenzie boxers. Some chavvy lads case has gotten mixed up with your own, what a disaster! You want to close the lid and head down to reception to complain but the smell of the body spray continues to infect your mind making it hazy. Strange thoughts drift into your head, You broke up with your ex because he started to dress like this, maybe you should give it a try?

You can’t describe why but you lift the football top out of the case, the silky material in your hands sends shivers through your body. The top unfolds, a long sleeve kit top with a red collar and buttons, and Adidas logo on the chest along the with the team logo. It looks like it would fit you perfectly, and there is that smell again radiating off of it. You breathe it in and your mind becomes hazy again, you can hear a voice in your head, a chavvy voice saying “Wear it, join the team, be a good footie lad, be part of the team, being part of the team is good” You repeat the last line out loud and feel your cock suddenly hard rubbing against your jeans. You swallow and put the top down on the bed, underneath it are the kit shorts, folded neatly, the number 13 staring up at you, your number. You shake your head trying to stop the thoughts but you know that you’re already too far gone. Sitting in the case next to the shorts is a pair of shiny football boots. Bright red with no laces, just elastic round the top. Your heart is racing in your chest and you can’t stop yourself as you pick one up, as you bring it up to study it you notice the smell of sweat coming form the boot, it’s been worn before you realise, probably lots of times. Before you know it you have the boot held up to your face, Looking inside you can see they are the same size as your shoes. The smell is stronger and for a moment you hold the boot over your nose and inhale the scent directly. Your cock is now rock solid and pre cum is leaking through your boxers onto your jeans.

You can’t take it anymore, you simply have to try this kit on. You strip out of your clothes, throwing them across the room, sliding off your messy boxers, your cock springs free. You somehow manage to resist the urge to touch it as you pick up the shorts from the case, then you spot the boxers again. Well, may swell do this properly you think, you pull out a pair of boxers and slide them on, once again trapping your cock. They are bright blue with Mckenzie written all over the waistband. Proper lads boxers for a proper lad you think. You’re no longer trying to stop the thoughts, just accepting them. Lost in your daze of horniness. You pick up the shorts and slide them on over your legs, the silky material feels great against your skin. Then you sit on the edge of the bed and pull out the socks from the case, bunching them up you slide them up your feet and legs to your knees. Making sure that both socks are the same length and that they look good. “Well nice” You say out loud wriggling your feet in the socks. Now for the final item, the top. You pick it up, the scent of the body spray washing over you again, sliding it on over your head you breathe in deep as it slides down your body and your arms travel up the sleeves. Your head pops out the top and your hands out the ends of the sleeves as you pull the shirt down. It fits perfectly, almost like it was made for you. Looking in the mirror opposite the bed you see one of the collar buttons has come undone, you reach up and button it back up and then grin at your reflection. You look like one of the lads, the kit fits your perfectly like a uniform and feels great against your body. You can now understand what your ex was talking about, this is great, you never want to take it off, there’s the voice in your head again as you take in your reflection “One of the team, it feels so good to be one of the team, you’re number 13, you’re a good footie boy, you belong to the team, you love your uniform”

A knock at the door wakes you from your trance, you walk over in your kit, no uniform, and open it. Chris is standing outside dressed in an identical uniform, his number is number 15. He walks into your room grinning at you, “Looking propa good mate” he says looking you up and down. His compliment makes you smile and you feel proud. You close the door and follow him in as he stops at the bed and starts at you. “I don’t understand what’s happening” you tell him, He grins again and walks up to you, pulling you closer, he places his arms around you and leans in close “You’re joinin’ the team mate, just relax and let it happen” and with that he kisses you on the lips. You feel your body melt and your mouth open as his tongue darts in, tangling with yours. You taste his saliva and recognise the same taste from the drinks he offered you earlier. He stops kissing you and steps away. You notice his cock is rock hard against his shorts. He grins at you “Gotta get some footie boy inside ya”, you feel his hands on your shoulders pushing you down to your knees. Your body complies and soon you’re face to face with his raging boner, you see one of Chris’s hands pull his shorts down and his cock springs free, the musky smell attacking your senses. You can’t describe why, but you’re mouth is watering at the thought of his cock. You feel another hand on the back of your head pushing it forward and you automatically open your mouth as Chris’s cock slides in. “Good boy”you hear him saying, “Get that footie juice in you, let it change you, become one of us”. He hold your head as he fucks your face, the sweet pre cum flowing into your mouth and you swallow it eagerly. Your own dick is leaking like crazy in the chavvy boxers. You feel Chris’s member suddenly stiffen and then your mouth is full of hot salty semen. The taste is incredible and you swallow all of it feeling your mind go blank. At the same time your cock explodes, shooting out any thoughts you had of dislike, This is you now, you’re a footie lad. Chris pulls himself out of your mouth and tucks his dick back into his shorts. He walks to the door of your room and opens it, more of the team flood in, cheering, they pull you to your feet, welcoming you to the team with pats on the back. You smile nervously, as your new thinking settles in. Chris pulls you next to him as one of the lads pulls out a camera. You put your arm around him and he does the same, pulling his cheesy grin for the photo. (see the photo here)

You can finally understand what Jake saw in football, the lads, the gear, the uniform, it’s great! You look at Chris and he gives you a wink, then pulls you in for another snog as the lads cheer. Then they leave the room, telling you both to meet them downstairs in a bit.

Chris looks down at his feet and confesses that he spotted you in the Gate that morning and immediately fell for you, how he slipped an earphone into your ear during the flight with a hypnotic message playing, and how he gobbed in both drinks he offered you so that you would get hooked on the taste of his saliva. He also tells you how the lads have thrown your real case out with the hotel trash and that the case you have belongs to Dean, the mate who couldn’t make the flight, but you’re welcome to keep it and wear the clothes inside as you’re roughly the same size as him. The old you would rather die than wear the chavvy gear, but you’re a changed lad now, the items in the case are more appealing to you, you want to wear the trackies and gear inside, you want to be one of the lads. And you want to be with Chris, you tell him this and his eyes light up, that smile glowing on his face as you pull him in for another kiss.

Over the next few days you become more and more part of the team, the lads take you out that evening and get your hair cut, a perfect fade and undercut. They show you how to style it using Deans hair wax. Dressed in your trackies and team jacket you fit in perfectly, spraying yourself with Lynx bodyspray every day. Chris makes you listen to more and more of the hypnosis files each night, and then afterwards you have sex, each time shooting more and more of your old self out. You train with the lads every day and on the day of the big match you and Chris both manage to score and win. When the team is due to head home, you join them, your journey for a new life completed.