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Pleasure Island Soccer League

Anthony panted softly as he ran down the field, chasing down his opponent, who was currently dribbling the ball. Putting in a quick burst of speed, he cut around to the front of the other player and swiftly kicked the ball from his opponent. Spinning around his foe's body, he chased after the runaway ball. Quickly catching up to the ball, Anthony quickly gained control of the ball and set off down towards the opposite end of the field. He weaved in and out of players, both his own team and the opposing team, Anthony raced down the field never tripping or faltering as he focused in on the goal and its keeper. Ignoring the calls from his teammates, Anthony raced towards the goal, only a few meters separated him from the keeper now. Dribbling the ball from foot to foot, Anthony moves in to make his shot. Feinting right first, Anthony makes the keeper twitch. The keeper, bounced heavily on his feet, trying to anticipate where Anthony would fire the ball. Moving to the left of the goal, the keeper stayed light on his feet while eyeing his opponent. Swiftly shifting the ball back and forth, Anthony quickly aimed the ball and kicked it. The ball soared through the outstretched arms of the keeper and into the goal. The crowd erupted in cheers and Anthony's teammates surrounded him as they celebrated their victory.

Once the two teams had congratulated one another, Anthony and his teammates headed into the locker room to hear the post game speech from their coach. Barely listening, as the speech was always the same, Anthony zoned out thinking about going home to his girlfriend and what he planned to do to her.

"Hey Anthony! Pay attention, Coach is making an important announcement!" One of his teammates whispered. Anthony immediately snapped out of his daze and looked at Coach.

"Alright fellas, thanks to this win, we were able to get into a tournament the weekend after this one. And guess what guys; this tournament is all the way in Italy!" Mutters of surprise at the coaches announcement spread through the room. "The tournament is a big one. Lots of great teams will be there. We need to be on the top of our game for this one, boys. We are gonna keep on practicing twice a week for the remainder of this week and then a lot next week. I know you men can handle this, so I want no flack from anyone! You hear me! Now hit the showers!" With that the coach dismissed his team

A chorus of "Yes coach" floated around the room, along with quite a few groans of disappointment. Anthony looked around the room at his teammates, before turning around to head to the showers. He stopped by his locker to grab a towel, only to have the locker slammed shut before he could grab it. Anthony turned slowly to face the teammate who slammed the locker. Sam, a fellow midfielder, shoved Anthony backwards into some lockers, before approaching him.

"What the hell was that for?!" Anthony shouted at the man.

"It was for basically ignoring the rest of your team out there. During that last play, 'bout half the team was open and you just ran on through! Why? You can't neglect the rest of us just 'cause you are the supposed star player!" Sam said. Anthony saw that he looked genuinely hurt that at what Anthony did. "If you hadn't managed to score like you did, you could've cost us the game! We were tied yes, but I doubt we would've won with extra time. Next time don't forget about the rest of the team. Alright?"

"Yeah, I had an opening and I took it. I am sorry, but I knew that I could make the shot and win us the game. I do promise to pay more attention to my teammates from now on." Anthony reached out his hand for Sam to shake. The pair shook and Sam went over to his locker. Anthony leaned back against the lockers and sighed, relieved that it hadn't been more than a simple talk. He was afraid that it might end up being an all out fight. One he knew he couldn't win. Walking back to his locker, Anthony grabbed his towel and headed into an unoccupied shower stall. Once he was undressed, he turned the water on full blast and let the heat relax his muscles. Stretching slightly, he moved his body in and out of the stream of water, letting it cascade down his tired and bruised body. Anthony stood at five feet ten inches, a decent size for a soccer player. His stature allowed him to weave between the taller players and quickly get the ball out and down the field. He is well muscled, thanks to years of lifting and conditioning, his toned body the envy of many. His tan skin glistened in the water, his short brown hair and dark eyes accentuate a strong jaw and masculine face. Sighing, Anthony finished cleaning himself and stepped out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist to hide his nudity. While walking back to his locker, he waved goodbye to some of his teammates who waved back as they left the locker room. As he went back to his locker he waved to Sam, who was relaxing on a bench across the locker room. Sam stood at six feet six inches and towered over the majority of players on his team. He was well muscled like Anthony, but was fair skinned, which burned easily and only ever tanned slightly due to countless hours outside on the field. His short reddish hair usually lay flat on his head, but was known to be crazy when it got long. Sam waved goodbye to Anthony before getting ready to leave himself.

8 days later

On the morning of 25th, the day the team left for Italy, Anthony overslept. His alarm buzzed and Anthony slammed his fist down onto the off button. Stretching and yawning, Anthony rolled over to see what time it was. The clock read 8:25, almost an hour after he was supposed to wake up. Scrambling out of bed he ran to the closet and grabbed some clothes. "No time to shower this morning" He thought to himself. Anthony quickly undressed and pulled on his clothes, grabbing shoes, his packed suitcase, his keys, his plane ticket, and ran out the door. After quickly packing his car, he backed out of his garage and drove to the airport. Luckily, Anthony lived only fifteen minutes from the airport and was able to arrive and check his bags before 9 o'clock. Anthony practically ran to security and thankfully there was no line. He quickly passed through the checkpoint and ran to his gate pulling his ticket out and boarded the plane. He made his way to where his team was sitting. As he was about to sit down, coach grabbed his arm and whispered, "Where the hell have you been? We were getting worried." "Sorry Coach, I overslept, must've hit the snooze button or something." Anthony replied. Anthony took his seat next to Sam and began to get situated for the long flight ahead. As the flight attendants got everyone ready for takeoff and went through the safety instructions, Sam leaned back in his seat and let out a heavy sigh.

"You all right man?" Anthony asked, "Yeah, I love flying, but I hate the takeoff."

"I totally understand" said Anthony, "So Coach, where is this tournament anyway. We know it's in Italy but where exactly."

"The tournament is on a small island off the coast near Naples. The island is called, Isola di Piacere"

"Wait that means the island of pleasure. So you're saying we're going to Pleasure Island?" asked Sam.

"I guess so. It's still a large tournament and that's all I want you focusing on. Forget the name just call it Isola for all I care." Coach replied, "Now buckle up; we're preparing to take off."

Anthony and Sam leaned back in their respective seats and held onto the arm rests as the plane was pushed back and began to taxi out to the runway. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, we have been cleared for takeoff. We should be landing in Naples, Italy sometime tomorrow. Have a nice flight." The captain said over the intercom. As the plane began to pick up speed, both Anthony and Sam gripped their armrests tight, Sam missed and grabbed onto Anthony's hand instead. Blushing, the pair separated their hands and looked forward, just waiting for the worst part to be over. With a loud roar the plane took off and the team was off to Italy.

"Hey dudes, wake up!" A dim voice echoes through Anthony's dream. A slap to the face completely woke him up. Blinking, Anthony looked around at his surroundings; he's still on the plane and apparently had slept on Sam's shoulder. With a jolt, he sat up and back into his seat, earning raucous laughter from the rest of the team who had apparently been watching them. Ryan, the team member who had so rudely woken Anthony up, stared down over the seat.

"We are almost there. Get your stuff together, and when we get off the plane don't get separated. Coach's orders not mine."

"Thanks Ryan" Anthony said sleepily. With a shake of Sam's shoulder he roused him and relayed the message. The pair got their carry-on bags ready and buckled up for the final descent into Naples. The landing was much less bumpy than the takeoff, but Sam and Anthony still held on for dear life. With a loud screech, the plane touches down and slows down to taxi into the gate.

"Stay together boys! There should be a bus waiting for us outside of the luggage terminal. We go together and find out luggage and then the bus" "Yes Coach" Chorused the team. Once the plane had completely docked at the gate, the team grabbed all their stuff and slowly filed out into the airport. The majority of the signs were all in Italian, so with the help of Sam, who was fluent in the language, the team managed to find their way to the baggage claim. The flight they came in on was on carousel three, which was at the far end of the claim area. Walking quickly as to not miss their luggage, the team stands around the carousel and looks for the orange tag marking their luggage. It takes time for all the team members to gather their luggage, but once they do they follow Coach to the door where they find a man holding a sign with the name of the island and the Italian words for soccer team. Sam and the coach talk to the man and find out that this coach bus will take the team to the ferry where they will find a boat to take them to the island. The team stows their luggage underneath the bus and board as they drive to the docks. The team crowds around the windows as they drive through the city. Many of them have never been to Europe and are awestruck by the history here. Pictures are being taken of the Roman Ruins and of Mt. Vesuvius looming in the background as a reminder of Mother Nature's power. After a time the bus arrives at the dock and the team is led to a ferry. The bus driver waved goodbye and drove off, heading back in the direction of the airport.

The team quickly boarded the ferry, eager to be off to the island. The ferry pulled away from the docks and the team watched as the city and coastline faded from view.

"I thought you said this island was right off the coast, Coach." Jack, one of the defenders, said.

"I was under the impression that it was. That's what the guy described to me." Coach replied. For a little more than an hour the team stared out the window at the basically unchanging scenery of the Mediterranean Sea. With a shout, one of the team members near the front of the ferry pointed to a piece of land that seemed to rise from the waves as they got close. The island was rather large, formed due to immense volcanic activity that left a decent size mountain at the center of the island. The ferry was drawing up to what appears to be a port town. A port town with a lot of money. Lavish mansions and houses lined the bay, small skyscrapers made up the city itself. A stadium was visible as well. As the boat docked, one word was running through everyone's mind: Paradise. The island fit nearly everyone's definition of the word. Once the boat had come to a complete stop, the team practically ran to the door of the boat, just to get a better glimpse of the fantastic looking city.

As the door drew up, the team was greeted with bright sunshine and to their surprise massive cheers! It seemed that the entire population of the island came out to greet them. Waving as they disembarked, the team piled into another bus that sped off to their hotel. During that short ride no one spoke a single word. Everyone's attention was on the island and the scenery it offered. The island literally seemed like it popped out of a fairytale. It was pristine. The bus then pulled up to their opulent hotel and Coach got off and was greeted by the doorman. After a few minutes of conversation, mostly the doorman talked and Coach nodded his head, Coach got back on the bus.

"Alright fellas, here's the deal: It's two to a room, dinner is at 6:30 sharp. Don't be late. Breakfast is at 7:30 in the morning. Our first game is tomorrow at 1 pm. There are eight teams total. I want you to get a good night's sleep and one last thing. Do not leave the hotel. The City's rules not mine. I don't want us getting kicked out of the tournament, just because someone doesn't follow the rules." After the speech, coach began rattling off names, and two guys at a time went up to grab their key and head into the hotel. Finally it was just Sam and Anthony left.

"You two. I trust you to make sure that none of your teammates disobey me or the Mayor. Alright. Keep them in line and make sure they come down for dinner on time." Coach told the pair.

"Yes Coach." Anthony replied. He grabbed the key and luggage and walked with Sam into the lobby of the hotel. The hotel, like the rest of the island was stunning. Clean white walls carried the Mediterranean theme, bright colors and fabrics surrounded them. As the pair walked to the elevator, they couldn't help but stare around and try and take everything in. Once inside the elevator, Sam pushed the button for their floor and they rode it up in silence. The elevator beeped, announcing that they had arrived at their floor. Exiting the elevator, Sam and Anthony walked down the hallway towards their room. They unlocked the door and stepped inside, again greeted by extreme luxury. After placing their stuff down on the bed, Anthony glanced at the time and realized that dinner was only ten minutes away.

"Let's get ready for dinner, we only have ten minutes. Do you need to use the bathroom?" Anthony said.

"Nah, I'm good, and besides I don't think we need to dress up for this thing anyway." Sam replied. Anthony went into the bathroom to freshen up slightly. Sam decided to unpack some of his things before the pair went down to dinner. Anthony and Sam left early and made sure that everyone was heading down to dinner in the hotel restaurant. Dinner was simple, Pasta with a little bit of oil, cheese, Italian herbs and spices, and prosciutto, a salad, some bread and then gelato for dessert. Despite the meal being simplistic, it was some the best Italian food that the team had ever had. After the dinner, the team had a meeting about scheduling and when they had to be at the stadium for warm-ups and then what they planned for afterward. Coach told the men that after breakfast they only had an hour until they had to be at the stadium. He also told the guys that he wanted them to get a goodnight's sleep before the game tomorrow. With that he dismissed them and they headed back to their rooms for the evening.

Anthony and Sam were among the last to go upstairs and had made sure that everyone knew to get some sleep. Once they got back to their room, both men finished unpacking and changed into their pajamas and crawled into bed. Both men were exhausted from traveling and fell asleep quickly. That night both men had extremely strange dreams, involving soccer, and for some reason donkeys.

Unfortunately for the soccer team, the night ended far too quickly and each room received a wakeup call at 6:45 AM. Anthony groaned once he put the phone down and gradually got up and out of bed. He threw a pillow at Sam to wake him up. Sam responded by whipping the pillow back at Anthony. Fortunately for him the pillow missed. Anthony grabbed his clothes and headed into the bathroom. Sam heard the noise of the shower and decided to get up and get his game bag ready. Sam gathered his uniform and warm-ups and placed them in pile. He put his cleats, shin guards and cup in his bag a long with a water bottle and energy bars that the hotel had provided after dinner last night. Once he was finished getting ready he waited and contemplated the odd dream he had that night. He understood why he might dream about soccer, but no idea why all of a sudden there were these odd humanoid donkeys everywhere. It was very strange. Sam shook his head in attempt to clear his thoughts; he then looked up when Anthony walked out of the bathroom dressed in his uniform on. Sam grabbed his clothes and headed into the bathroom to take his shower. Anthony then finished packing his own bag and pulled on his warm-ups and put on his shoes before heading down to breakfast.

"Hey Sam I'm gonna head down to breakfast, I'll see you there!" Anthony called through the shower door. Anthony only heard a muffled reply that sounded like a yeah. Smiling, he walked to the elevator and hit the lobby button. Anthony arrived in the lobby to find about half the team already there. He grabbed a bowl and a plate and began to gather his breakfast. Anthony had oatmeal, fruit, and a bagel with peanut butter. He ate his breakfast slowly, all while looking at his teammates and thinking about the coming game. He didn't even notice that Sam had sat down across from him and began eating his own breakfast.

"So, for this game, you gonna be more of a team player or what?" Sam said, jolting Anthony out of his reverie.

"Of course, I want to win this thing, and if that's what it takes then you can count on me." Anthony replied to Sam. "One quick question, did you have a weird dream last night?" Anthony's question shocked Sam. So Anthony had a weird dream too? This place. It's not right. It's too perfect. Sam thought to himself.

"Nope, did you?" Sam lied. "Nah" Anthony replied, "I just overheard Ryan and Jack talking about an odd dream they had." So more than one of us had the dream? I'm pretty sure Anthony had it too, he seems like he's lying. Sam thought.

"I'm sure it's just nerves or stress over the game today. Speaking of which, we only have a half an hour until we have to head over to the stadium." Sam told Anthony. The pair finished up their breakfasts and cleaned up before heading back to their room and grabbing their stuff for the game. Both men came back down to the lobby and sat down in the lounge area. Both of them took out their iPods and began to listen to music until the time came for them to board the bus and head to the stadium. The entire team was quiet on the bus ride to the stadium, which took quite a long time despite the stadium only being across town. It seemed that the entire city was headed to the stadium at the exact same time as the team. After an hour, the bus arrived at the gate and let the players off. The team was then escorted to a locker room and told they could hang there until they were called onto the field for warm ups. For the next twenty minutes or so, Coach gave them the typical motivational speech. The speech that their training was all for this moment. Each guy only half listened; they were all going through the game ahead in their minds. An announcement on the intercom told them that they could head out to the field and begin their warm up. The team strapped on their cleats and headed out to the field.

Much to their surprise the stadium was already packed, every seat was already full. The team gazed around in wonder at the stadium as well. It was state of the art and could seat well over a hundred thousand, the largest crowd that the team had ever played. Despite being awestruck by the size of the stadium and the fact that it was already full the team went ahead with their warm-ups. Sam and Anthony led the team through their typical routine. Once the team had finished about forty five minutes later, they returned to the locker room for a last minute speech and stretch session.

"Okay boys. This is it. The moment you have been working for. I know that we can win this thing, so get out there and do it!" Coach told the men before the team jogged out of the warm up tunnel. The team was met with even more thunderous applause and once the team had taken their respective sides, Anthony and Sam the captains met with the other team, who was from Germany, to shake before the match.

"Good luck to you all! And let the tournament begin!" The announcer's voice boomed through the stadium. With that the game began. The teams performed exceptionally well, their offense and defense were outstanding, but after a brutal ninety minute game, MA-11, Anthony's team, came out on top. The team was totally and completely exhausted after the game, and could barely stand while they congratulated the other team, who wasn't much better off. After the announcer congratulated both teams, Anthony and Sam led their team back into the locker room. Coach was already there waiting for them.

"Yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about! You guys were fantastic out there! I have never seen you guys play so well as a team! Sure, some of you have your individual moments" He gestured to Anthony, who looked down at his feet. "But this! This! You guys were a team out there! One single unit! It's like you could predict where the other team was gonna pass and took advantage of that! I'm so impressed! Now shower up, y'all stink." With a laugh and claps on guys' backs he departed from the locker room. Sam and Anthony couldn't help but laugh at Coach's happiness. It was contagious and pretty soon the entire team was smiling as they stripped down to head to the showers. Anthony grabbed his towel and shampoo and was the first to hit the showers. Unfortunately, the shower area in the locker room was community style, no individual stalls like there were back in the states. Guess people here are freer, they don't care as much. Anthony thought to himself as he turned the water on one of the spouts on full blast. He placed his towel and soap on a rack safe from the spraying water and began to soak his muscles in the spray. Gradually the rest of the team made their way into the shower area and began to do the same. Suddenly Anthony noticed that some guys were sneaking looks at each other. Oh well, I guess they're just not used to community style showers.

As Anthony scrubbed his hair, he kept bumping into something. He didn't know what it was and reached up to feel around his ears. He traced the line and noticed that they came to a point more than an inch higher than they usually were. Anthony quickly looked around to make sure that no one noticed his fumbling around his ears. Sam walked over to him and congratulated him on being more of a team player. Sam then began showering right next to him and Anthony couldn't help but marvel at his teammate's body. Blushing Anthony turned and finished his own shower, making sure not to look anywhere but at Sam's face. As he finished his shower, he noticed that Sam too had pointed ears. Anthony dismissed the pointed ears, I must just be really exhausted and I must be hallucinating. There is no way this is possible.

Anthony hurried out of the shower and began to get dressed in street clothes and headed out to where the bus was supposed to pick them up to take them back to the hotel. The rest of the team slowly followed and Anthony took care to see if other guys had pointed ears. As each guy came outside, Anthony noticed that all of them had pointed ears. All were about the same height on their heads and it seemed to Anthony that no one seemed to care, or that they hadn't noticed yet. Coach was the last one out of the stadium and Anthony noticed that even he had pointed ears. Anthony was about to say something to Sam, who'd sat right next to him on the bench, but the bus showed up and they were taken back to the hotel.

Once they got back to the hotel, they were given the same instructions as the previous night. Dinner at 6:30, breakfast in the morning and whatever you do, don't leave the hotel. The manager of the hotel also came out and congratulated the team on their victory and wished them luck in the rest of the tournament. The team dispersed to their rooms and relaxed until it was for dinner. Dinner again was pasta, this time with a hearty soup and salad as well. The food was again fantastic and the team ate an incredible amount of food, much more then they had eaten the night before. For several guys it seemed like they ate more than they ever had in their lives. After the fantastic dinner they guys returned to their rooms, many of them too exhausted to think about doing anything but sleep. Sam and Anthony returned to their rooms as well and were about ready to collapse on their beds.

"Hey look at this!" Sam said to Anthony.

"Look at what?" Anthony asked. Sam responded by holding up a package that was on the pillows of his bed, and pointed to one on Anthony's as well.

"What do you think it is?" Sam asked; as he started tearing open the packaging.

"It's a jockstrap!" Sam exclaimed. Anthony swiftly turned and opened his package as well, inside lay a pristine white jockstrap with the letters PI in red stitching on the waist band.

"What an odd gift." Anthony said.

"Yeah, but it's cool! I'm gonna go try mine on!" Sam jumped up and ran into the bathroom, a few moments later he came out, dressed only in the jock. For the second time that day, Anthony was struck by how attractive Sam actually was. The jock strap accentuated his body perfectly, his muscles glistened with a bit of sweat, and his package filled the jock strap well. Anthony forced himself to look up at Sam's face and not his groin. Sam then did a slow motion spin of his body, stopping to display his glorious ass to Anthony. To Anthony's surprise, Sam had a large lump at the base of his spine that almost seemed to move on its own, like a little tiny tail. Anthony subconsciously reached back and in his pants to touch his own spine. His fingers met resistance and he felt around the protrusion, which quivered at his touch. Sam had spun back around to face Anthony. Anthony looked back up at Sam and noticed that his ears seemed a little taller. I really need some sleep. Either that or I am going insane.

Anthony grabbed his own new jock strap and went to the bathroom to change. After slipping on the jock, he felt a tingling in his groin. He just assumed it was the fabric, which was nothing like anything he'd seen before. Wow! This is amazing and man do I look good! He thought to himself while staring into the mirror. He left the bathroom and hopped into bed feeling great, pulled the covers up, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning the hotel again gave each room a wake-up call and the team gradually got out of bed, surprisingly none of them were sore. They had rested well enough that the majority felt just like new. Anthony was first out of bed and he hopped in the shower. As he walked past the mirror in the bathroom, he noticed that his ears were definitely longer and so was his tail. As he watched his tail nub seemed to stretch longer and longer, sending tingling feelings down his spine. He hopped into the shower and turned the hot water on, continuing to stroke his tail. Anthony moaned in the spray, pleasure coursed through his system at his touch. His shaft was instantly hard, one hand reached around its length, the other around his short tail. Anthony leaned back against the shower wall, his mind lost in the bliss of his masturbation session. As he stroked, both his shaft and his tail began to stretch longer and longer. Anthony's dick stopped at a massive twelve inches, his tail topped off at fifteen. Anthony felt his balls swell up and the glorious pressure of orgasm arrive. He bucked his hips up spraying his seed all over the shower, splattering against the ceiling and walls. Panting, he turned off the water and grabbed his towel, and left the bathroom, not caring if Sam saw his nudity. Swaggering he walked to his bag and grabbed his uniform, his tail twitching behind him as he walked. Sam whistled as he watched Anthony saunter by, surprised by the exhibitionism. Sam didn't even notice the tail or pointed ears, he found it normal. His own short tail twitched at the site of Anthony's bare ass. Sam found himself growing aroused as he stared at his friend. Blushing he rushed into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The smell of fresh semen and manly musk hit him like a truck as he entered the bathroom, causing his own shaft to reach full mast in about a second. Moaning, he stepped into the shower, trying to ignore the rock hard cock bobbing between his legs. Sam too succumbed to his inner desires and began to double fist his cock; each pump caused it to grow in length and girth. Soon it rivaled Anthony's, his tail too began to grow longer and longer, twitching due to the amount of pleasure Sam was experiencing. Sam's balls begin to swell, matching his new length, before tucking up as he exploded in orgasm. His seed sprayed out of the shower and all over the bathroom, adding his own musky scent to the mix. Sam waited until his dick had softened a little before stepping out of the shower. He got dressed, grabbed his bag and headed down to the lobby to catch the bus to the stadium. Both guys had decided to wear the incredible jockstraps they were given underneath their shorts, their short tails hanging down inside, twitching occasionally.