Junkrat smut

Cricket (male)

Bondage, gag kink

As you swept up the few last bits of dust bunnies into the dust pan, the gym door swings open. Looking up as you emptied the dustpan into the trash can. Jamison hobbled into the court, pushing a cart with rackets and balls through the courtyard to the closet. His cricket uniform dirty with mud and grass stains.

A heavy sigh escaped you lungs, watching his mismatched steps track in the dirt right as you finished up cleaning the area. You volunteered to help clean up the gym after practices. Jamison happened to help out as well this time but decided to bring in the equipment at the same times as you tried to clean the floor. So the constant repeat of cleaning the same area was starting to get to you. Hitting the dustpan a few times against the garbage bin to make sure it was emptied, you followed after the Aussie to the closet.

Swinging open the door and walking in, a piece of rope made you trip over your foot and fall. The same rope being snagged up and tied around your ankles. You sat up but Jamison placed a muddy boot on your chest to push you back down on the floor.
"Jamison, what the fuck!" You barked out before your body was forcibly flipped over. You fought against him but with the strengthening grip of his prosthetic hand, he managed to bound your hands together behind your back using the same rope for your legs. It was tied skillfully to keep your wrists together and your legs bent. Shifting your hands and feet together to try and get the rope off was a fruitless task and it was digging in your skin a bit. But it sure did making the Aussie giggle highly above you.

"Ya look like a fish, mate!"

"Stop bullshitting me, Jamison! And tell me what the hell are you doing right now?!" You yelled out which some of it echoed out into the gym. Fixing that problem, Jamison walked over and closed the door, giving the two of you privacy from the outside world. You don't believe anyone would find you anyways since it was after hours and practice was finished an hour and a half ago.

"Look mate, I notice that you've been hanging around after hours a whole lot. Which is nice an all, but it's only happens when I'm at practice. And last time I remember, ya don't have any sports of your own that ya do. Which makes me a bit curious." Jamison questioned, stepping over before squatting down beside your still fidgeting body. Your eyes going to him, but you tried your best to look up at him from the given angle.

"I don't see why you would make such dumb accusations about me volunteering to clean up afterwards. It could be just coincides that I just so happen to volunteer on the same days as you. There's nothing to say to connect those dots together at all. I'm only doing it to get the extra credit for gym anyways." You defended yourself but a chuckle escaped the other before he fished a phone from his pocket.

"Dumb accusations? That's quite the bold claim to say. How about these chats, would ya call them dumb?" Jamison asked before turning the phone over to show off the screenshot messages. The first message made your stomach sink, recognizing the chats with your friend. Well, I guess you can't call them a friend if they're back stabbing you over the person you've crushed over for the whole year. It was college for god sake, everyone's horny meter is cranked up and people can be ass wipes when you try to make friends with them. Plus, that action seems more like what middle schoolers would pull.

"Look Jamison, I don't want you to get the wrong idea but-"
"But what? You didn't typed and sent these messages out yourself. You gonna play 'the innocent' or the 'someone took my phone' card? These messages are quite descriptive I must say. Especially the one that says you decided to volunteer with clean up on days that the cricket team practices on. Just so you could have an excuse to watch me. Aww~ What can you say to defend yaself from that?" Jamison asked with a tilt of his head. Within the low light that came through the window of the closet, his eyes still managed to glow like gold. And your own were staring at them with wide eyes. Like your look alone would defend yourself. You tried your best to stutter out an answer but fumbled words only escaped. The acted only caused Jamison to giggle high once more, watching with amusement and full of smug.