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This was the last game of the school year. Crowds were cheering. Smoke from the fog machines filled the air. The stadium was packed to the brim. This was what typically happened when the Northside Yankees went up against the Southside Rebels. This time, the two teams were facing one another at the end of the year, and this year's senior class has made both teams become the dominating forces that has captivated the entire state as the Rebels beat the Yankees at the state finals.

Ian invited Ben to the finals game last year, as Ben was a relatively new student, and the two met at the school's Gay-Straight Alliance. It was actually because of the finals that James and Ben took an interest to one another as James only knew Ben as an acquaintance then. Ian stood next to his brother on the field; the Compton brothers wearing the numbers 66 and 69 (you can tell who wore what number). Ian was a right midfielder back then, and his brother was right forward. The two had a history of setting up plays, and the Yankee announcer would call them the "Compton Catastrophe" whenever the brother's scored a goal together.

Ian waved at Ashley and Ben, who were sitting next to each other. Ashley waved ecstatically, and Ben smiled softly and waved at Ian. Ashley waved even more hysterically, and Ian turned around and saw Brad right behind him.

"Hey, Brad!" Ian greeted as Brad drank some water from his water bottle.

"Hey, Ian," Brad wiped his mouth and went ahead smirked. "Ready to beat the Rebels?"

"I don't know, can a Rebel do anything besides causing a colossal fuck up on 316?" Ian joked, and James came up behind Ian and smacked upside the head.

"Don't joke about that," James warned, and Brad was laughing nervously. Ian was mentioning the time back in 2015 when a bunch of Rebels were speeding in the rain, their heads sicking out of windows, and they were waiving their school flag. They had just defeated their other rival, the Titans, and they were coming to the Yanks as a warning sign to prepare themselves for the soccer game the next week. Such reckless driving only contributed to the notion that the Rebels were inherently incompetent, and it was no surprise that when one person hydroplaned, it caused a chain reaction that killed many of the Rebels and even some other bystanders.

Ian remembers the day because he was coming back from swim practice, and he waited two hours in traffic waiting for paramedics and firefighters to clear the wreckage. The accident only contributed to the disdain the school district had for the Rebels, and Ian and James beat them mercilessly in the next game that week.

"Well hey, let's just go and have fun and beat some igits!" Brad put his arms around Ian and James, and the three of them got into position.

The whistle blew and the game went off to a riveting start. The Yankees dominated the first half 2-0 with James and Ian scoring both goals. The Compton Catastrophe struck again! But a catastrophe would strike one of the Compton brothers. The Rebels caught up, and during the third minute of stoppage time, Ian had an opportunity. He ran past the defenders, and he was dribbling the ball between him, one defender, and a goalie. The defender slide tackled Ian and fractured his foot causing Ian to fall and roll. Ian used the momentum of the roll to get back up kept dribbling the ball, ignoring the ref's whistle. Adrenaline and determination subdued the pain in Ian's foot for then.

As Ian was running up to the goalie, he tried to scissor the goalie, but the goalie ran up to Ian and kicked him in his shin. The force of the kick and Ian's momentum caused Ian's shin to break backwards. Ian collapsed and howled in pain. He yelled and was crying, immobilized by the immense pain shooting up from his leg throughout his body. The ref called a red card on the goalie and the defender blowing his whistle trying to get their attention. James was about to go up to Ian, but he then saw that the rest of his team was heading towards them, so James went to the goalie and punched him so hard that the goalie immediately fell to the ground. The ref called a red card on James and tried to stop him from going after the other Rebels, but James' dad came up behind the ref and head-butted him to the ground. Soon the Rebels and the Yankees were duking it out with their fists, and the entire stadium erupted into violence.

Ashley quickly escorted Ben out and took him home. Meanwhile, Ian's parents took Ian to the hospital.

"Shouldn't we get James?!" Their mother asked, but their father shook his head.

"He's a hormonal teenager, let him get rid of some of this pent up rage while he can!"

It took three months for Ian to recover, and his use of aqua-therapy lead him to keep up with his swimming, but he has not played soccer since that fateful day.

Ian looked around at the riot police standing outside of his school. Ever since the final back in 2016, there has been improved security measures to the games between the Yankees and Rebels, and only between the two. Security for the final prevented weapons from being brought into the stadium, and with the relaxed rules schools have, and with 71% of people in Creek County owning guns, the school district and County Council decided to have an increased police presence at Yankee/Rebel games.

Ian sipped on his coke, Georgia's staple cola and the best cola in States if not the world, as he watched his brother and Brad play. The midfielder that replaced Ian was not as fast as Ian, but he was more accurate with his aerial passes. The team was thin tonight as a case of the flu put nearly half of the team out of commission. It was a nasty bug, and a quarter of the Marching Band was also at home recovering. Ben stood in the field wearing his naval blue outfit with his alto sax in his lap.

"Hey Ben," Ashley whispered as the trio were sitting across from one another.

"Yo," Ben looked up from the game and turned to Ashley.

"You think there's going to be another fight this year?" Ashley asked, pulling out her wooden brass knuckles.

Ian spit out his drink. "Where the hell did you get those?!"

"Ian, it's the South, not that hard to get. I mean look at Ben, he's not even mildly surprised."

"Well, the last time I was in Paris, a riot broke out, and I saw some firefighters beat the shit out of some officers with them," Ben shrugged.

"See, Ben gets it," Ashley lifted her head and crossed her legs.

"Anyway, to answer your question Ashley, I think that a fight will not break out. They will, without hesitation, gun us all down with rubber bullets, and I don't think anyway is stupid enough to let that happen," Ben answered.

"As Ashley said," Ian countered, "this is the South."

"I don't know why my aunt decided to move here," Ben muttered to himself.

Two minutes of added stoppage time in the first half. The game was tied 1-1. Center mid passed the ball to James; James rushed up the field and crossed the ball to Brad for a header. Brad may have not been the tallest person, but he could leap. As he leapt into the air, his body crashed into a rebel as they contested the ball. The goalie managed to save the ball, but Brad landed awkwardly, and the rebel landed on Brad, fracturing his leg.

Ben, Ian and Ashley stood up in horror. James quickly rushed over to Brad as the med unit came to assess the situation with him. Coach slumped down into his chair, dispirited. The Yanks and Rebels were about equal both offensively and defensively, but Brad was one of their key players. The Yanks would also be playing a man down.

The ref called half-time as the players went to the locker room. Ian was curious as to what would happen next as Ben and the marching band went down to the field and played for the stadium. Ian looked over at Ashley, who was already fashioning her brass knuckles on her fists, and punched into her hand and cracking her neck. Ian looked a bit worried when he saw James coming up the stairs, his cleats clacking on the concrete.

"Ian, come!" James demanded, and Ian followed his brother. The two of them went down the stairs, and James high-fived a few of his fans before the two of them headed to the locker room.

"Ian, I have a big favor to ask you," Coach Cobb stated before Ian cut him off.

"I'll do it, but James shoots better with his left, so I request that he plays left forward and I right," Ian counter-offers. James shrugs and drinks some water. Coach Cobb huffs, and he agrees to let Ian play Right Forward.

"Seems that the Compton Catastrophe is back!"

Ian went onto the field, sporting his old jersey and shorts while wearing James' backup cleats. The crowd was cheering at Ian, and Ian made a spectacle out of it. Ian quickly warmed up with the remaining five minutes he had, and Ben smiled at Ian as he walked to talk to James for a moment. Coach Cobb set up some cones, and Ian quickly dribbled the ball through them, then he practiced juggling the ball before the whistle blew and he got into position. James kissed Ben on the cheek before heading to his position.

"And welcome back to the second half of the game!" The announcer announced The game is tied 1-1. Before the break, Brad Thompson, number 21, was taken off the field due to an injury. Being down one man as the flu virus continues to ravage the school, the Yankees could not afford to sub a man in until now! Ian Compton, a former player of the team, is now replacing Brad Thompson. We all know that Ian stopped playing after the tragic injury last year which resulted in a broken leg led to the massive fight during state playoffs. Which I would like to remind everyone that there is a heavy police presence here who will maintain law and order. Now let's play ball!"

Ian looked over at the rebels, and they were snickering at him for wearing his pride bandana on his neck. Ian only smirked as the whistle blew. Ian passed the ball to James, and James passed it back to a midfielder. Cobb went with a 2-3-2-3: Two forwards, three attacking midfielders, two defending midfielders, and three defenders. James and Ian went their separate routes trying to find an opening as the Yankees advanced. The ball was passed to Ian, and he had two defenders on him. Ian stopped the ball with one foot on the ball. He started to juke the Rebels defending him, and managed to create enough space to scissor then nutmeg one of the defenders. Ian quickly got behind them and shot for goal inside the box, but it bounced off the right goal post.

The goalie quickly took the ball and threw it across the field. From there, the ball went back and forth from Yankee to Rebel to Yankee hands, or feet in this case. Ian caught and trapped a few balls moving forward. One instance he did so so when a flag was raised and the whistle was called as he was about to shoot.

"How the fuck is that offsides?" Ian yelled as he walked up to the ref. "And why the hell did you wait so long to call it?!" Ian fumed, and the ref looked at him.

"I didn't see the flag raised."

"Bullshit!" Ian cursed, and James quickly held his brother back.

"Careful faggot, don't want to get a yellow card now, do you?" A Rebel snickered, and Ian was about to go at them, but James continued holding him back.

In the distance Ian could hear Ashley say, "That's right Ian! Kick their Rebel asses! Beat them to a bloody pulp! Fuck those Rebel scum!"

As much as Ian wanted to, he decided to listen to his brother. He calmed down. "Fine then, let them have the ball; they'll need all the help they can get," Ian smirked, and the Rebels' smirks turned into scowls.

Four minutes in to added stoppage time. The game is still tied 1-1. The Yankees have given it all they got defending against Rebel intrusions onto their side of the field. Everyone's fur were drenched in sweat, and their clothes were soaking. Even Ian's bandana was completely soaked. They had an opportunity. It was a corner kick for the Yankees. Ian and James were ready as the ball was shot into the air. Ian, knowing the Rebel's height would deflect the ball, fell back. James was too busy with his eyes on the ball, and he leapt into the air. He did not even get close to the ball, but the ball was deflected to Ian.

Ian, who was a bit further back, caught the ball. He signaled to his brother to do the pingpong catastrophe, and the other members of the team read them and guarded the rest of the Rebels. Ian quickly passed the ball to James, then James to Ian. The two of them were advancing, throwing the remaining two defenders and the goalie in a loop. When was too well defended, the other would continue pushing forward until pressure was alleviated.

Ian got the ball back, and he faked passing the ball to his brother, and his foot connected with the ball sending it into the air as the whistle blew. The ball hit nothing but net. The crowd roared with cheer.

"And there we have it folks!" The announcer narrated. "Another Compton Catastrophe, this time with their signature Pingpong catastrophe! I never thought we would be able to see another Compton Catastrophe, but here we have it!"

Ian slid on the ground and cheered, and his teammates came to cheer him on while the Rebels look defeated. James' theme began to play, which was the Imperial March from Star Wars. Ian walked up to the Rebels, pulled down his pants, and mooned the Rebels, tail up and all. James joined in with his brother, and both showed off their new tattoos. They quickly pulled up their shorts and high-fived each other.

Ben was playing his heart out with his sax, and Ashley was screaming. Once Ben finished playing, Ashley quickly went up to Ben and hugged him tightly. Coach Cobb was too happy to be mad at James' and Ian's unsportsmanlike conduct. The two teams didn't even shake hands. It was obvious that they hated each other and since the incident, they didn't even bother to pretend otherwise.

Brad was wheeled out onto the field as Ben and Ashley came up to Ian and James.

"Congratulations you two," Brad beamed. "Nice job out there."

"I couldn't have done it without the rest of the team, there were pulling most of the weight this game," Ian laughed rubbing his finger under his nose.

"To be honest, I didn't think that I would see a Compton Catastrophe after the incident

"Yeah, I don't think anyone did," Ian laughed, giving Brad the "fuck me" eyes. Ashley caught sight of Ian and his body language, and only smiled at the two.

"Hey Ben, didn't you say that your aunt was on a date and that you were going to be home alone?" Ashley winked.

"Yeah," Ben replied, blinking twice. "What about it?"

"Well," Ashley crossed her arms and smirked, you and James should go celebrate; I'll take Ian home!"

James and Ben looked at each other, and then James scooped Ben up and carried him to his car.

"The strap-on is still at your place, right?" James asked, running to the car.

"Yeah," Ben looked up and smiled at James. James only ran faster to the car, grinning.

"You know Ian, I just realized something, I should've just told Brad that if we wanted to do anal, I should've threatened to fuck him with a strap-on," Ashley smiled.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Brad teased.

"Good lord," Ashley laughed as Ian was pushing Brad. "Well, a deal is a deal. You guys want to get high first to get in the mood, or?"

"Since it's my first time doing something like this, I think it would be helpful." Brad chuckled nervously.

"I agree," Ian laughed nervously as he put his hand behind his head. "But where are we gonna do, police are everywhere!"

"Bro, I got spots everywhere. Follow me."

Ian and Brad followed Ashley, and they passed through a hole in the fence and went into the woods. They went to a little clear area with four tree stumps, and Ian and Ashley sat down. Ian quickly gets up and locks Brad's wheels as he begins to move forward, and Ashley pulls the bud out of her purse.

"Ian, flashlight," Ashley commanded, and Ian did as he told. Ashley quickly got the grinder out, ground the nug, poured it into a tobacco leaf, rolled it up, then licked it and sealed it tight.

"Who wants to go first?"

"Well, you did all the hard work, so you should go," Brad acknowledged.

Ashley shrugged and lit the blunt. She took a couple of hits and passed it to Ian. Ashley and Ian, having smoked together, have a rule when smoking: puff puff pass. Ian took a quick two hits before passing it to Brad. Brad took his first hit when he suddenly began coughing.

"Too strong for you?" Ashley asked, laughing.

Ian smiled at Brad and handed him his water bottle. Brad continued coughing, then he breathed in and held his breath as his drank the water. Ian looked over at Brad, and he saw the moonlight reflect off of his face; his black eyes sparkling in the moonlight, and Ian bit his lip as the water dripped from his maw to his lap. Time seemed to be slowing down for Ian, and he was staring so intensely at Brad, that Ashley startled him when she passed him the blunt.

Ian took a long drag, inhaled and held it in his lungs, then exhaled. Ian could already feel pre leaking from the tip of his penis. He was excited and turned on. He took another hit, then he passed it to Brad.

"I'm good," he smiled, then he began cracking like a hyena. Ian passed the blunt to Ashley, and then he leaned over and kissed Brad on the cheek. Ian began to blush a bit, but Brad softly guided Ian's head back to him. Brad kissed Ian, and the two of them began to make out. Ian was not that keen on the taste of Brad's breath filled with the stench of the marijuana, but Ian was turned on Brad's scent; the musk he gained while running kilometers across the field. How he challenged the ball, how he crashed on the ground and got back up, the scent of grass on his fur.

The two of them made out with one another for what felt like forever; Brad grabbing Ian's uniform and pulling him closer to him, to get more of a taste of him. Ashley sat there, cross legged, and she took the last hit of the blunt while smiling. She flicked it off into the forrest, then got up and tapped on Ian's and Brad's shoulders. The two of them pulled apart slowly, a string of saliva connecting the two as they panted hard.

"Alright love birds, let's go, because I know once y'all finish, y'all are gonna want to sleep out here, and who knows what will come out and get you all," Ashley grinned, then hoisted Ian onto his own too feet. Ian's feet began to wobble, and Ashley began to laugh.

"Come on Compton, if you can't stand now, you're gonna wind up in Brad's wheelchair after he's done with you."

Ian blushed, and he head up to the field with Brad and Ashley. The lights are off in the stadium. The police have dispersed. It was only the three of them.

"Well, I hope you two have fun!" Ashley winked as she walked off to her car. "Gonna head to the city and grab some food, hope you two are finished by the time I come back!"

Ian and Brad laughed at her as Ian wheeled Brad into the locker room. Coach Cobbs tends to leave the locker room door open as he forgets to lock it.

"Well Compton, are you ready to have the time of your life?" Brad whispered lustfully as he grabbed his crutches and stood up. He stood up and looked down at Ian, and Ian's eyes stared into Brad's. Brad smiled and pushed Ian onto the locker as he went in for a kiss. He took Ian's left hand and held it above him while he used his left arm to support himself with his crutches. Ian leans into the kiss and grabs Brad's crotch rubbing it. Brad smiles and continues to kiss Ian as Ian slips his hands into Brad's boxers and plays with his balls. Brad moans as Ian smiles, and Ian picks him up and sets him on the bench.

Ian quickly pulls down Brad's shorts, and he catches a glimpse of Brad's erect cock in the dim light. The smell filled Ian's nostrils, and the aroma put him into a drunken stupor. Brad's pheromones was making Ian's mind go dizzy; the only thing Ian wanted was to be as close to Brad as possible. Ian smiles and sticks his tongue revealing his tongue piercing. Brad smirks, and Ian begins to lick Brad's shaft. He moves his head up and down as his tongue drags across Brad's cock. Ian tilts his head and wraps his blue tongue around Brad's cock, then starts to suckle his tip. Ian slowly wraps his fingers around Brad's cock with his left hand, then reaches into his underwear and begins to rub his hole.

"Oh fuck, Ian," Brad moaned as Ian continued sucking Brad off. Ian looked up, his innocent green eyes staring at Brad. Brad's heart melted, and he felt even more attraction to Ian. Brad began to pet Ian, then he helped Ian by slowing guiding his head up and down his cock. Ian used his left hand to massage Brad's balls, then Ian pulls Brad's dick out of his mouth and jerks Brad off while he sucks on Brad's balls.

Brad smiles at Ian, then guides his head back to his cock, and Ian starts to suck him again. Ian feels Brad's heartbeat beat faster and begins to deepthroat him. Brad moans and starts to fuck Ian's face. Ian readjusts his breathing so that he can breathe. Ian's mind started to go blank. Brad made him feel safe. He enjoyed being Brad's fucktoy. Brad was nice, kind, and caring. Everything that he wasn't.

Brad continued fucking Ian's throat, moaning. Ian noticed that Brad was burying his cock deeper and deeper into his throat for longer and longer. He was getting close. Ian smirked, and moved his finger to Brad's hole and began rubbing it. Ian's wet fingers lubed up Brad's hole, and Ian stuck his index finger inside. Brad moaned even louder, and Ian wiggled his way inside to find Brad's prostate. It was not too hard as Brad's prostate was bulging out inside his ass like a balloon. Ian fingered Brad and himself, and Brad moaned even louder, slamming Ian's head down his cock and spurting sticky, milky white cum down his throat. Ian's face turned red and tears began to come out of his eyes as he choked on Brad's cock. Cum came out of Ian's nose, and Brad let up and a sticky film of saliva emerged as Ian pulled his mouth from Brad's cock.

"Oh fuck, I wasn't expecting that, but that felt great," Brad panted and smiled. Ian smiled lustfully back at Brad, then went ahead and crawled onto Brad, careful not to apply pressure onto the injured part of his leg. Ian went in and kissed Brad, and the two swapped saliva and Brad's cum between them. Brad grabbed Ian's ass and squeezed it. Ian continued kissing Brad, breathing heavily as he regained his breath. Brad slowly stuck his fingers into Ian's mouth, and Ian sucks on them as if they were a nice cherry popsicle on a hot summer day. Brad withdrew his fingers from Ian's mouth, and he snaked his fingers down Ian's back and slipped into his undergarments and began to finger Ian.

Ian let out a gasp, and Brad started kissing Ian's neck. Ian continued to moan even more and began to ride Brad dry humping him. Ian was getting closer and closer until he suddenly heard a gunshot, and his climax became ruined as his heart raced. His body was in fight or flight mode now. The light was shot out leaving the locker room completely dark.

"What did I tell you Ian, I'm the only one that can play with you," he said, the sound of his shows clacking on the tile floor. "You are mine! And only mine!"

"What going on Ian?" Brad asked. "Who is that?"

"You shut up!" He yelled. "Leave before I hurt you! Wait, no, you're injured. That simply won't do."

He walked up to Brad who was confused, and pistol whipped him, knocking him out. Ian was trembling, and his tail was between his legs. Ian began to cry, but he came over to Ian and rubbed his gun behind the back of Ian's head.

"Shhhh," he cooed as a smile crept onto his lips, "Don't be scared, Ian. Neville's here now."