Malin had moved to Rhett's small town just shy of his freshman year of high school and just in time for football tryouts, but when the small man arrived at the field for tryouts all he received was negative reactions. Malin had prepared for this moment, when he told his parents what he wanted to do his parents sat him down and warned him of the reactions he was likely would receive. He took their warning and spent the entire summer training, he was determined to prove these people wrong, and what better way than being better than all of them.
When he easily kept up with even the seniors who were already on the team, everyone was surprised. Some took it in stride, excited to have such a good player trying out for the team, but others felt threatened by him. The only one who didn't treat him like any other player was another freshman named Rhett. He actively worked with Malin and they two quickly became a duo with Rhett playing quarterback and Malin being the wide-receiver. The two quickly became starting players, leading the team to state championships all four years of high school. During their junior year, they were scouted by colleges but they were determined to continue playing together. They refused to be separated, but the colleges were just as excited to get them both. They two discussed the options endlessly, looking over the programs offered at the colleges as well as the stats for the football team. Although they enjoyed the game, they also wanted a decent education. They were well aware they wouldn't be able to play for the rest of their lives. They couldn't depend on the support forever, so when they were offered full-ride sports scholarships to a college that had decent programs for physical therapy and sports medicine they were quick to commit.
Although college had its moments and there were plenty of late nights and tired days. It was about halfway through their freshman year when the two stumbled into a BDSM club located within the city. They had been trying to escape the rest of the football team, needing a break from the amount of attention the group attracted. They were caught off guard by the scene they were met with, but they were fascinated by the scene. Although they weren't a fan of the fact they could so easily walk into such an intimate place, they sat in one of the booths and just observed. They took in everything that was happening, storing the information away for later. When they finally left, they went back to their shared apartment and researched as much as they could about what they had seen. Falling deep into the rabbit hole that is BDSM. Eventually, they found a much more exclusive club, one with memberships and anonymity. It was the perfect opportunity for the two of them. They could explore the new world without having to worry about the public finding out about what they did in their free time as it was part of the membership contract not to share other members' identities. With applications submitted, interviews set up, and soon to be accepted, the two young football players started the exploration of a new lifestyle that would quickly become a major part of their lives.
The two pressed on through college with high grades and record-breaking statistics. They lead the team through the best seasons and made frequent trips to the BDSM club, over the years they went through several pieces of training not only to become dominants but for a multitude of different kinks. They were looking for their specific interests and were determined to do them correctly. Malin studied impact and wax play deeply, while Rhett took on sensation play and sensory deprivation. The two took on submissives separately, but together they were quite the team. By their final year, they discovered that separate relationships just weren't for them. Submissives or partners often ended up jealous of their friendship, and sharing a submissive between them became their goal. One that would need patience, but one they didn't mind waiting for.
Soon enough they were walking the stage to get their diplomas, receiving cheers and tears as they said goodbye to friends, team members, and professors. They had enjoyed their time in college and were proud of themselves for obtaining the degrees and certificates in the areas they looked forward to doing when their football careers ended. They hoped that between Rhett's physical therapy knowledge and Malin's sports medicine knowledge they could open a facility that focused on the rehabilitation of athletes. But their time with football wasn't over, they were still young, in their prime. When they were drafted in the NFL, the two made it well known that if there chosen during the draft and not left alone to later be signed as free agents together, then they would not play at all. The threats worked in their favor as they were ignored during the draft only to be bombarded by the teams once it ended. The two had already ranked the teams, they knew which team they wanted the most. Even though they weren't contacted by their top pick, they were contacted by their second choice and were just as excited to be a part of the team.
The two continued their positions of quarterback and wide receiver, becoming a famous duo across the sport. Soon enough they had jerseys, shirts, bobbleheads, and all kinds of merchandise. People were asking for autographs and pictures. Malin, who was much more introverted, happily let Rhett take the lead with public relations. He often became overwhelmed with the sheer amount of publicity they were getting, but having Rhett next to him made it easy. During their time as professional football players the two still found time to attend different BDSM clubs, being sure to keep their knowledge and skills at peak levels.
Although everything was going well, it all came to a stop during Malin and Rhett's sixth year of being the NFL's dangerous duo. The two had brought their team to the Superbowl for the third time over the years and the game was just minutes from ending and the game was tied. The team was ready for the play. Rhett had the ball for throwing it across the field into Malin's waiting arms. The man used his smaller stature to his advantage, weaving through the large bodies attempting to grab him. He was almost to the endzone when one of the large players came from nowhere. He must have been waiting for Malin to get closer before running at him at full speed. The giant of a man propelled himself into Malin knocking him completely off his feet. He hit the ground hard, the man landing on top of him. Malin's head rattled viciously inside his helmet, the world distorted as Malin attempted to get his mind back to work. The crowd watched as Malin's entire body was hidden by the giant man from the opposing team. What the wide receiver didn't realize is that his momentum was enough to carry him across the goal line even through the tackle with the ball reaching the end zone before his knees touched the ground. The replay of the touchdown played on repeat on the jumbo screen as the crowd roared. That was it. There was no way the other team would come back with only 40 seconds on the clock. In the chaos of the crowd, no one noticed as Malin didn't get up, didn't move from his spot in the end zone until Rhett's voice yelled across the field. The quarterback taking off at a sprint to reach his best friend.
From as early as Shiloh could remember he looked up to his older brothers, even going as far as desperately trying to be like them. He would follow them around, mimic their voices, and try to do what they did. He often ended up with bruises or even broken bones trying to do what they did, but no matter how many times he got hurt, he kept trying. He saw how proud his parents were of his brothers and he wanted that. He wanted them to smile at him instead of frown, to encourage him instead of pointing out his flaws. That's all he wanted since he was old enough to understand that his parents didn't love him the same way they loved his brothers. So, on Shiloh's 12th birthday when he was dragged from his bed at 5:00 am to begin training he took it in stride. He worked himself to exhaustion before and after school each day and until he passed out on the weekends in hopes that he would receive even a small amount of praise. No grade was good enough, no mile time was fast enough, and no weight amount meant he was strong enough. So, he kept pushing.
Year after year that was his schedule. Train, school, train, sleep. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't meet his father's expectations. His muscles weren't big enough, he wasn't broad enough, he wasn't tall enough. He might have been smart enough, being top of his class since third grade, but that's not what his father wanted. He didn't need smarts, he needed brawn and that just wasn't Shiloh. When he turned sixteen it was obvious that his body just wasn't built like his father and brothers. No, he was built like his mother, small and petite. This fact only managed to anger his father, the training got harder, more intense. He was pulled from school and put through training from 5 am to 3 pm with the rest of the time dedicated to schoolwork. When he received his high school diploma, that extra time was turned into training as well from different types of fighting, to melee weapons, guns, parkour, and anything that would benefit the security company his father had built. His father was determined not to allow his son's small stature to affect his ability. If Shiloh wasn't going to like his brothers, then the man was determined to turn him into something that would be useful. His prized sons would run the business, but Shiloh would be the best of the best. The company's personal weapon. People would pay top dollar to be protected by Shiloh.
And they would because Shiloh did become the best of the best. People often underestimated him because of his small stature but being small allowed him to move fast and combined with quick thinking and hidden muscle, he could take down anyone and it was second nature to put himself between danger and his protectee.
He was only in his early twenties, but he didn't know what he was missing. Some may refer to him as a robot, he only knew how to do two things, train and protect. He didn't have friends, he didn't have hobbies, but he had his father's pride. Every time their clients let them know how well he did or requested Shiloh personally, he would get a pat on the back. That was enough for him. At least until he finally realized what he was missing.