Basketball Bosses - A Femdom Short

Chapter 1- Practice

"Get over here bitch," Jada said, pulling Scott by his ear. "Look at these shoes? Fucking lick them clean."

Scott bent down, slowly allowing his tongue to trace around her high-top basketball shoes as she stood there in her sports bra, staring down at him.

"That's right, dog. You ain't nothing but a fucking slave to me and this basketball team," Jada ridiculed him as he continued to clean her shoes with his tongue. She found immense pleasure in watching him degrade himself and took extra-long strides around the court, repositioning herself in front him as he followed along like an obedient puppy. He was embarrassed by her words, yet he submitted to her command without hesitation, knowing that no other team member would dare treat him any differently.

Jada then crouched down onto the ground and pointed the bottom of her foot at Scott's face, demanding that he continue licking the sole of her shoe with more enthusiasm than before. She smirked in delight at the sight of Scott bending over backward for her, though still not feeling quite satisfied. She pivoted and extended both feet towards his face as she spoke in a cold voice. "If you don't do this job correctly, I'll make sure your life here is hell," she threatened him while allowing saliva to spray from her lips and adorn his face as she spit on him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said the words but no others, diving right back in to lick her shoes. They were nice shoes and Scott was thankful that honestly, they were not all that dirty.

He looked up from the saliva covered shoes he was polishing with his mouth, staring at her thin, black, spandex shorts that so lovingly hugged her succulent lips. Her thighs had a slight gap, nearly exposing her perfect hole to the world sans the thin veil-like coverage of the shorts. She sat down on the court floor in front of him.

Scott felt an unbearable heat settle deep within his veins, noticing the curves of her body as she moved in a silent dance around him. An absurd feeling of humiliation became evident, yet there was something about the gratification that he received from this experience that kept him coming back for more.

Jada slowly raised one foot, positioning it carefully over Scott's head and then proceeding to rest her other foot on his shoulder. Scott stared at her, and she looked back at him for a moment with piercing eyes before speaking again. "You do good work," she said mockingly as she leaned forward and licked his cheek. Then, with one final huff of laughter, she shooed him away like a pesky fly. "Go fold the uniforms loser. Come back to me when you're done."

"Yes, master." Scott said, standing up and training his eyes to the hard wood floor as he looked down and away from the black goddess who was rising to stand next to him. He began to walk away, but not without taking a moment to admire the beauty that was Jada. She was a vision of magnificence both on and off the court. Her dark almond eyes were beacons of beauty, full of life and passion as they beamed with pride for her beloved game. She had an athletic build, lean and graceful with long arms and legs that could seemingly reach great heights in her jump shots. Her caramel-colored skin glowed in the sunlight like it was basted in horseradish oil, seeming so inviting yet dreadfully distant at the same time. Jada was truly a magnificent sight to behold when she was shooting hoops, gracefully soaring through the air while bringing glory to every dunk she made.

Scott eventually shook the thoughts from his head and continued on his way, heading toward the locker room. The moment he stepped into the locker room; he was startled at its beauty. Not at the state of the locker room, but the beautiful college women that were in it and the beauty that such a place represented. Each locker had its own individual lighting system that illuminated every player's name carefully inscribed on their brightly colored lockers.

The grey floor glimmered with its glossy shine from being polished over the long weekend. Along one wall hung banners that depicted some of the team's greatest accomplishments since it was founded decades ago, bringing a wave of pride and admiration to Scott as he viewed them all. This was his college, this was his team, this was his fantasy come true... This was perfect.

The hum of voices filled Scott's ears as he walked through the locker room, watching teammates joke around and converse with one another while getting dressed for practice. Despite his current circumstances as the team's slave, there was a sense of unity amongst this team; something Scott hadn't felt in quite some time. He smiled softly to himself as he walked to get the uniforms ready for the game tomorrow, feeling approval deep within his chest knowing that he belonged here with these people who had come to be like family to him. They were not a nice and loving family like he had back home, but they supported him and indulged his darkest desires in a way he never knew he needed.

Scott opened the dryer and pulled out the golden silky uniforms, admiring their indulgent beauty. The shimmer of the fabric was mesmerizing, and he felt like he was holding a piece of heaven's magic in his hands. He noticed the lettering encrusted in the front of each uniform, with "Hounds" neatly scripted across them in dazzling blue thread; the blue was a perfect contrast to the gold and white silky fabric that made up the rest of the uniform. Underneath each name sat a small design depicting a king's crown, representing all the hard work and dedication that went into playing for such a prestigious team.

The warm smell of clean laundry washed over Scott as he carefully inspected each uniform for stains or rips, ensuring they were perfect for his team before finally folding them up neatly into crisp squares and returning them to their rightful places within each locker. As he finished up, Scott couldn't help but feel proud of himself knowing that he was able to provide a service to his team that not many people could, and with that thought firmly planted in his mind he made his way back onto the court where Jada practiced -- ready take on whatever else she had planned for him next.

Chapter 2- Ab workout.

"Fuck Jada all of you?" Scott asked almost pleadingly. He would be lying if he said the idea was not extremely erotic to him, but he was also quite scared at the same time. "I don't know."

Jada smiled seductively as she leaned in toward him, her hand cupping his face. "You know you want to," she whispered, her fingers gently tracing the curve of his jawline. Scott's heart thudded heavily against his chest as the intensity of the moment ramped up. He knew what was coming and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement flooding through him all at once.

"Yes mistress," he finally replied with a nod, unable to deny her demand any longer. Jada released a deep sigh of satisfaction before gesturing for them to move into the main room where a pillory had been set up in the middle. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he realized that this would be where they would perform their ab workout -- with Scott in the center of it all strapped tightly into a medieval contraption while the entire team took turns strap on fucking him!

"How long?" Scott asked, Jada was still running her hands over his hair gingerly.

"Four minutes each. Thats good enough for an ab workout." Jada said, looking down at him.

"That's going to be over an hour!" Scott belched out, letting the words spill from his mouth like a waterfall of fear, anxiety, excitement, and longing all at the same time.

Jada nodded her head and smiled before giving his face one last tender caress. "It's time," she said before leading him toward the pillory. Scott felt his heart pounding as Jada gently assisted him in positioning himself exactly right so that he was properly strapped into the metal contraption. He could feel the cold metal biting against his skin as it pinched and pulled him tight, the sensation sending waves of anticipation throughout his entire body. Even though he knew it would be uncomfortable and strenuous, Scott couldn't deny how thrilling the experience was for him -- it felt like he was getting ready to do something naughty yet exciting all at once. His breathing grew heavy as Jada locked him tightly into place before finally stepping away with a satisfied smirk on her face; it was clear to both of them that this wasn't going to be an easy workout, but if Scott wanted to prove himself to her and truly be part of the team then this is what he had to do.

Scott moved his hands as little as he could, trying to scratch his itchy nose inches away. Every time he found himself unable to itch and in bondage, something was itching him. It was always like this, but he knew it was just the nerves and excitement of what he was about to do and nothing more.

Jada laughed as she watched it, walking over to see his hands flicking toward his craning face. She leaned in, scratching from his brow down to the tip of his nose.

"Ready, loser?" she asked, stepping back a bit to admire her handiwork.

Scott was bound in the pillory, his legs shackled to the large base and his head and arms placed into the stockade part. He wore no shirt, leaving his soft tanned skin open for view; not that anyone could see it who wasn't part of the team. His low-riding tear-away silky basketball pants clung tight against his toned physique as he tried to shift around to adjust himself, each movement causing a dull pain due to the position of the pillory. The button snaps on the sides of his pants made a slight rustling noise every time he moved. His arms were bound tightly in front of him which made any sort of reach or movement impossible and incredibly uncomfortable. Despite his bound state however, there was an unmistakable glint in Scott's eye -- something that told Jada that deep down he was enjoying this naughty little game they were playing together. He loved being the sixteenth person on the team, and the only boy.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the room. Scott's eyes widened as he saw a group of girls walking into the room behind Jada. All of them were wearing various shades of athletic clothes -- some in vibrant blues and oranges while others opted for more muted colors like charcoal grey and dark green -- but all sporting sleek black masks that covered their faces from chin to forehead. They kept their heads low, attempting to keep themselves unnoticed, yet none of them were able to hide from Scott's watchful eye. He had seen these girls all unmasked, yet here they were standing behind ready to do their work out while pegging him without mercy of any kind. This was all made naughtier and more exciting by the fact that it would be completely anonymous.

"Is he alright?" One of the white girls asked, Kate by the sounds of her voice behind her mask.

"He is fine," Jada said, looking back down at him. "If anything, he is just super excited."

As Jada began directing the team through stretches and warmups, Scott felt an overwhelming sense of wonderment wash over him as he watched these mysterious girls move with such grace, longing to touch each one of them but unable due to the tight state of his bondage. All of their movements were in perfect synchronization which only added to the mystery surrounding them even further; Were they excited for this? Did they genuinely consider this an abdominal workout? Or could this have all been a joke to them? A bonding experience that went beyond physical restraints. He knew one thing, however: no matter how much effort he put into this workout, it was clear that nothing short of dedication would prove himself worthy enough in order to fit in with the team and to fit them inside of him.

As they walked past him, Scott noticed each of the rubber penises bobbed between their legs. Some were vibrant colors, some more muted blacks, or browns. They all were strapped on the outside of the girl's workout clothing, but they varied in size as much as the girls themselves did. Some were massive, truly terrifying to Scott. Others, however, were smaller and seemed much more manageable. Scott hoped that, if anything, they could start with the smaller ones.

The first girl to come up was the same one who had asked earlier if he was ok. She stopped in front of Scott, her eyes never leaving his as she raised the strap-on to his face and pressed it lightly against his nose. "It's time," she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile below her mask. She then walked back around to Scott's backside. He could feel the snapping as his tear-away pants were ripped off of his body. He felt the silky material fall down and bunch up around the metal on his ankles, leaving him to shiver as the cold tickled his skin.

Then, without so much as a word of warning, she thrusted her rubbery cock deep into his yearning asshole. It had never been penetrated before, but it took the rubber inside of it like it had been a part of it all along. It gaped and sucked, air escaping from around it as the rubber delved into his guts.

The girl began to move back and forth with long, slow strokes that left Scott feeling like he was flying through the air as each thrust pushed him closer to ecstasy until eventually releasing all tension and letting out a loud moan of pleasure that echoed in the room around them. The sensations were incredible; pleasure rushed over him like a wave, and he could feel every inch of her as she rode him mercilessly, and when she finally reached her climax the sheer intensity of it was almost too much for him bear as he rocked against the hard metal that encased his neck and wrists.

As the first girl finished and the second player moved in to fuck him, Scott felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over him as he heard her taunting voice start to ring out in the room. She verbally abused him while she began to fuck him roughly with the strap-on, pushing it harder and deeper each time until finally he was no longer able to take anymore and the pain again gave way to intense pleasure as he reached his climax while standing in the pillory in front of the rest of the team.

Scott was left panting and exhausted but feeling amazingly fulfilled from this strange experience. She pulled the rubber "manhood" from him with a squelching noise, making him gasp as he felt his hole gape and pucker, sucking for the cock that had just been removed from him. As he leaned back ever so slightly as he felt another cock behind him, positioning itself before being thrust deeply into his gaping asshole.

He squealed at the feeling, his body once again morphing around one of the dicks that forced its way inside of him. He felt the pressure as she drove his shoulders into the pillory, his body quaking as he felt his ass being shredded by this woman.

This went on for several more rounds, and Scott found himself increasingly enjoying the pleasure each time the different cocks pleasured him. It was the perfect workout for the girls and left him with the satisfying feeling of being dominated by the team.

Finally, with the last girl finished, and the orgasmic bliss ebbed away, Scott found himself panting and exhausted, but feeling completely exhilarated from the experience. He slowly opened his eyes to see everyone smiling and admiring his red-hot body. Jada came up to him and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, followed by a few lights taps on the back of his head.

"Good job, Scott. You'll make a great team member." She said before turning and leading the team out of the door.

Scott smiled and looked at the other girls, some of them walking out of the locker room without so much as looking in Scott's direction. His eyes were still filled with a mix of confusion and pleasure, but as he watched the girls walk out of the room, he felt proud of his accomplishments and happy to be part of the team. This was definitely something he'd never forget.

Chapter 3- Smothering

Scott could hear the eruption of applause from outside the locker room. He was bound to a small bench, tape holding him firmly in place while he looked at the tile ceiling above him. The benches in the shower room were slightly elevated, giving him a floating feeling he didn't particularly care for.

He was grateful however, because Jada was initially going to blindfold and gag him for the duration of the game, as well as playing music through earbuds tapped in his ears. The problem with that was, he never knew how the game went. So, he couldn't mentally prepare to be brutalized if they lost. Now he was convinced that they were winning, which might mean he wouldn't need to service them at all.

His hopes were quickly tempered during half time when the girls walked into the locker room to discuss the game. There was shouting and excitement, and no one really seemed angry. Without warning however, one of the black girls who Scott barely knew walked into the shower room, pulled her shorts down to her ankles, and without saying a word sat her sweaty ass right against his mouth.

"Lick me clean, loser," she said, looking at the debating girls in the other room.

Scott felt a heat flood through his body, the pleasure and humiliation merging into one overwhelming sensation that made him want to squirm but instead he just obeyed. He felt the warmth of her skin against his lips as he hungrily licked up her juices. His tongue ran circles around her, slurping and licking at her in an almost involuntary response to the pleasure he was having.

For the rest of their time in the locker room, Scott found himself enjoying more of this same pleasure as a few other girls requested similar services. Finally, as half time came to a close, the girls ran from the room chanting as they went.

Halfway, Scott thought to himself, giving a slow sigh as he felt all the spit and sweat that was caked to his face. His hair was slicked back from juices, and he knew, if they won the game then it was going to be the most rewarding and humiliating experience of his life.

The buzzers and cheering from the game outside the locker room was electric, pumping through Scott's ears and energizing his body as he listened. The sound of cheering was so loud it felt like it could shake the walls, and combined with the cheering of a loving audience, Scott knew that this wasn't just a regular sports match. They were making history here, and everybody in the stadium seemed to know it.

The roar of the crowd was like a wave, coming in peaks and valleys as the action on the court pushed them to new heights of energy. It was nearly overwhelming, but Scott found himself calm in the midst of it all. He was here with his team now, bound together by their love for the game and their determination to win. With every point scored he could feel their excitement, even if he couldn't actually see it.

But there were moments when he felt lost in all that noise; it could get deafeningly loud at times and make him feel completely removed from what was going on out there. That's when Scott genuinely appreciated the peace of being restrained in this locker room; it made him appreciate both how great it feels to be part of a team and also just how important silence can be amidst all that chaos.

Suddenly, the sound of the crowd changed pitch; they were chanting something, and it was a familiar phrase. Three syllables repeated over and over by thousands of voices that Scott could feel reverberating through his chest. "We won! We won! We won!" It was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

The girls had done it; they had pushed themselves to victory despite all odds. Sitting in the locker room, Scott felt tears welling up in his eyes. He was overwhelmed with pride in his team - and for himself. Finally, after feeling helpless for so long from being bound in this locker room, he had earned a victory too, just like the rest of them. And he had no doubt he would reward them, and he was damn proud to do it.