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"Ok, now we're finally all here. As I was explaining to the rest of your squad, Brit, this is what's called the 'Posse Pose', everyone standing side to side, hands clasped to each others, feet standing shoulder-width apart, and heads up. This is a classic pose that the Cheerbois can start it. Remember it. Everything you learn today you must memorize like it's gonna be on the final exam that determines the rest of your life. Understood."
We spoke up in unison, "Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. Now for the next position. This one is called 'Beta Pose'. Keep your legs apart as they are, then let go of each other's hands and put your two hands in front of each other with your elbows straight and wrists out, the right over the left. Heads tilted down now. And finally, bend slowly at the wait, just like 20 degrees forward or so."
Anya corrected all our forms as we got into the Beta Pose.
"Good, good." Lana said, inspecting us all. "This is a classic one that you'll use a lot in your careers. Let's dissect it. First, your heads are down in a traditional sign of submission. But your legs are apart, which indicates that you are making your precious hole available for use. Then of course you are bent over slightly, which also helps show off your hole but also tease your growing breasts. And the final touch, your wrists out, showing off your sissy tattoos, letting the world know what you all are."
I held the pose, thinking through her words. I felt so vulnerable in this pose, yet also so piqued as I showed off my tattoo. I had almost forgotten about it, but now I see what it was there to do. It was a sign I couldn't get rid of. Regardless of what I wore or what I looked like, this tattoo would be there giving away my secret.
"Very good, now let's go to some stretches."
Anya and Lana took us through some deep stretches, working out our hamstrings and glutes. We all started helping each other, with Bambi leaning over me stretching my leg over my torso.
"Ok, let's practice some moves." Lana and Anya started showing us some basic cheer dances. We initially stumbled over each other but after an hour or so we were pretty in sync, doing basic cheers and shaking pom moms. I bet that if you saw us from the stadium seating we'd look like legitimate cheerleaders.
"And now for some actual cheers. I know many of you have heard some classic cheers. Who wants to give it a try from what they know?"
Of course Jada was the first to raise her pom-pom-holding hand.
"Good, Jada. Give it a go."
"Yes, Mistress Lana." She said. What a suckup, I thought.
"OK!" Jada shouted. "Give me a C!"
"C!" We all shouted.
"Give me an O!"
"O" we shouted.
"Give me a C!"
"C!" I think we all knew where this was going.
"Give me a K!"
"K!" We yelled.
"What does that spell, gurls?" Jada shouted.
"COCK!" We all yelled, somehow not worried that people would hear us in the distance.
"What do we love?"
"COCK!" We yelled again.
"What to do we need?"
"COCK!" Came the refrain.
"What's makes us squeal?"
"COCK!" We shouted, this time with a few giggles afterwards.
"So let me hear you yell for Team Cock!" Jada said.
"Wooohoooo!" We all shouted about, waving our pom-poms. It was super silly, especially since the Fighting Cocks were the college mascot and "Go Cocks" was a common cheer from fans during games.
"Ok, ok." Lana said, sarcastically. "That's definitely a 'classic' cheer. Anyone else? Maybe something more...creative?"
We stared at each other before Candi raised her hand.
"Very good, Candi, please go ahead." Lana said.
"Ok, ummm...Here we go!" She shouted, much more tepidly than Jada's energetic outburst.
But she gathered steam, "Go Big U go Big U go!"
We repeated after her and she repeated the line and we parroted back.
"Let's get rough, let's get mean!
We're the greatest sports machine!
We're fired up and ready to go!
Once we start we want more!
We'll keep going till we're sore
So the boys can fuck us like we're whores!"
All of us were so surprised at how vulgar Candi was! We couldn't help but laugh and pat her on the back as she looked embarrassed.
"Very good, Candi! I like the creativity and the effort. I expect all of you to work on your own cheers."
Lana took us through some cheers and some dances - most of which were a lot less sultry than the ones they teach us back at the Beta House. Just the classic cheerleader stuff, but maybe with more bending over at the waist. Boy I'm glad I was excelling at tucking my dicklet up so it barely made an indent in my boyshorts!
We all had quite the workout when Lana ended practice, telling us that we were to be there same time same place tomorrow.
But before she let us all go, she let the cat out of the bag. "And one more assignment for tardy Miss Britney today." She said. The rest of the Beta bois all went "Ooooooh, Brit's in trouble!" And giggled away.
"You don't get to hit the showers just yet!" She said. "Anya and I have to give you an appropriate punishment for coming late. Every one of you is expected to be timely, always prompt when your superiors want you to be. So Anya, why don't you tell her what she's earned herself today."
"Well, our lucky loser today has won..." Anya said, imitating a game show host. "A trip to the weight room!"
What?
"That's right! The baseball players are in there now for their workout session and we want you to go in there and give them some Cheerboi motivation."
"Like...what?" I asked, feeling nervous about the exposure that this would put me in.
"Oh you know, just the classic tease 'em, squeeze 'em and leave 'em." She said, grinning. "Show them your appreciation for all the hard work they're putting in getting so muscular, ready for their season. But don't give 'em too much, they haven't earned that yet!"
I was blushing, my heart racing as I thought about being surrounded by all those guys. I mean, I was able to do it during the Delta Sig party, but I was drunk out of my mind. I was stone cold sober now. For some reason, I also felt this feeling of wickedness overcoming me, a tingling that started at my toes and ran up to my nipples. What was going on? My dicklet was getting slightly harder, but still unseen.
Anya guided me back to her car then over to the athlete's exclusive gym and then led me in the back door. This would have been unthinkable before this Cheerboi stuff, since only the premier athletic teams were allowed to use this gym. It was a modern facility with the latest equipment and most students would never see the inside of it. Athletes at places like Big U get all the nice stuff. And here I was, having been a scrawny wimp of a boy, walking through its halls. We went through winding hallways, not spotted by anyone, until I could hear the unmistakable noise of weights being dropped on the ground. The clanking noise reverberated through the floor and to my foot and up my legs. I got that same wicked sensation, the heat rising in my chest.
"Well, break a leg in there Brit." She said.
"Wait, you're not coming?"
"Bitch, I've got shit to do. You got yourself into this mess. You know better, never make us wait for you."
"But how will I get home?" I asked, trying to straighten out my absurdly short cheer skirt to give myself a trace of decency.
"We've arranged a ride for you, don't worry your little head about that. Ok, go on now, we don't have all day." She said, ushering me forward as she spun around and walked away.
She then stopped and shouted down the hallway, "And don't try to avoid this. We have access to all the remote video monitors throughout the gym. We'll know if you run away."
Shit, no way out of this. I had that brief thought again of just bolting, leaving all of this behind. I'd had that feeling before, over and over again. That voice in the back of my head telling me to just abandon ship and drop out of college. I could travel across country to another school, start over again. Maybe do online college.
That voice had gotten quieter and quieter over the weeks. And now it was being overpowered by that new wicked feeling that coursed through my body. It had a voice of its own, one that was now saying.
"What if it's fun?"
I had this mental battle going in my head when I realized I had already been walking towards the entrance of the weight room.
"Uuuuh, can I help you?" I heard a voice of a guy in a tank top ask me as he drank his protein shake.
Almost at once the clanging noise of weights stopped as I felt every eye on me.
"Brit?" I heard. A friendly voice. In the corner I saw Johnnie, the Delta Sig president. Oh right, I had forgotten he was the captain of the baseball team! I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing a friendly face was here.
I walked over to him, probably looking like a tiny creature around all these muscular men here. He leaned down at kissed me on the cheek.
I blushed, my face turning completely red. What was that? That was completely unexpected. I didn't think he'd show me that kind of affection, especially in public.
He pulled me in and slid his hand over my ass. That behavior was more expected than the kiss on the cheek.
"Didn't expect it'd be you." He said.
"You know what I'm here?" I asked, looking up at him as his hand gently cupped my asscheeks.
He smiled, "Oh yeah, Lana texted me that she was sending a Cheerboi over for some punishment, classic Kappa hazing. Don't worry, this isn't anything bad."
"Phew," I said. "I don't really know what she expects me to do. This is all so embarrassing." I looked around, watching as the baseball team players continued lifting weights, stealing glances at me as they did. I was titillated by the thought that they were trying to get a look at me. I recognized some of them from the last Delta Sig party too, though my memories were pretty hazy of that night.
"Not much to it, girlie. We got a big game coming up and the guys could use some motivation. Just go around and tease them a bit."
"Tease them? While they're working out?"
"Yeah yeah, nothing crazy. Nothing like what we did the other night." He said, winking at me. As if I couldn't blush any more than I already was.
He continued, "How about this, see Jax over there?" He said, pointing to a buff black guy on the benchpress. "Just go over to him and like, straddle him and talk him up. Just, like, build up his confidence for the game."
Build up his confidence? This guy was like twice my size and had biceps the size of my head! What could someone like me do to his confidence?
"Confidence? That guy looks like he sweats confidence."
"Hah, you'd probably think that. He's definitely got game. But you'd be surprised what someone like you could do to a guy's ego. I mean, winning a game and having a crowd cheer for you is pretty awesome, but to have a sweet piece of ass like you all over them? That's some powerful shit what that can do for a guy. I mean, I felt like a million backs after our pre-game the other night." He smiled down at me, melting me inside. Goddamnit, this was so weird but I kind of understood what he meant.
He tapped my ass gently. "Go ahead, you'll do great. And if you don't, well, I won't care. I mean, Lana will hear about it but..."
He walked back to his workout station as I nervously started walking over to Jax. He was just putting the bar back on the rack and sitting up when I got to him.
"Umm...hi." I said.
"Yo." He said, giving me the up-down look. He wore a wifebeater and had a sheen of sweat on his arms that served to highlight his huge muscles. I saw the number of plates on the bar that he had been lifting and did the math in my head, realizing how he could lift, like, four times my weight.
"I, umm...just wanted to help you out with training for the big game." He said.
"Oh yeah? Well, how can a little thing like you help me train? Unless you mean in the massage room afterwards." He said, grinning. He leaned back and reached up to the bar again.
Shit, I knew that if I did a bad job this would get back to Lana. So I just did what I felt I had to do. As he was about to lift the bar off the rack I straddled his waist and just sat on his crotch.
What I didn't realize, what had been different from other situations like this was that Jax was wearing gym shorts. Mesh gym shorts. Mesh gym shorts that were pretty thin. Which meant there weren't many layers between my boyshorts-covered ass and his...baseball bat. And he was packing.
He looked down at me, smiled and then continued lifting the bar off the rack and starting doing benchpresses. I was so impressed that he could maintain his workout with the super heavy weights while he had me sitting on him.
I continued the act that I knew was expected of me. "You know, you should really work on your form." I said, clearly sounding silly.
He re-racked the bar and sat up on his elbows to look at me. "Oh yeah? What comments do you have on my form, sweet thing?"
Why did I like it so much when he called me 'sweet thing'? He was like when Johnnie kissed me on the cheek. Subconsciously I couldn't help but react in a physical way when I was called words like that. It got my all loopy in my head, it got my heart racing, it got me weak in the knees.
"Well," I improvised. "You really should use your hips more?"
"Hah, oh yeah? How so?" Jax responded.
I just kept the ball rolling. "You'd work out more muscles that way. What you have to do is, every time you lower the bar, you should thrust your hips up. It's a great workout for your gluten."
He got what I was hinting at. Jax lifted the bar up and did one rep, then lifted the bar up again before lowering it. When he got it down to near his chest, he thrust his hips up suddenly. I felt his thick mesh-covered cock harden as he bounced against my pert ass. I could hardly believe how he was able to practically lift me off the bench with his strength. He repeated this 6 times, each time his cock getting harder, feeling like a steel pipe against my skin. He finished that set and then looked at me, barely having broken a sweat.
"How was that?" He asked, grinning.
"Excellent form, sir." I said, smiling back at him. I got up off of him as I heard him say to me, "You really know your stuff, sweet thing. I could use someone like you to give me some personal lessons."
"Score some runs for me at the game and I think I can fit you into my schedule. I have some great techniques to help players master the 'clean and jerk'." I winked.
What a stupid joke, I thought. But he seemed to like it. I walked over to the next player who was doing pull-ups.
"Hi, I'm helping players with their workout technique today." I said.
The lean guy turned around and saw me, clearly looking out of place in my Cheerboi outfit. "Oh yeah?" He said. "Well what can you teach me about doing pull-ups?"
"First, I think you should show me how you do one."
"Ok then," he said before reaching up and grabbing the bars and effortlessly lifting himself up. His taut muscles rippled as he did so. After he dismounted he looked back at me. "So?"
"I think I should just show you my technique so you see how I do it." I said, getting in front of him under the bars. I was way too short to reach them. I hadn't ever done a full pull-up. When I was a kid I couldn't even do the monkey bars. But I knew what to do now.
Looking back at him I batted my eyelashes and asked, "I'm used to using lower bars. I think I need your help reaching these - can you give me a boost?"
"My pleasure," the tall guy said. He squatted down a bit and grabbed my hips on either side. How PG of him.
"I think putting your hands there will interfere with my technique." I said, looking back at him. "I think you should lift me up by putting your hands here." I said as I reached back and guided his hands under my skirt and on my spandex-covered ass. Since the boy shorts didn't cover my whole ass, I could feel his hands on the uncovered curves of my ass.
He was clearly enjoying this. "Ok, give me a boost, soldier!" I said. He lifted me up by ass, and I almost lost my balance but reached up and grabbed the bars. I would have just dangled there except he kept his hands on my ass supporting me up.
"You see," I said. "You really have to bend your waist more." I leaned over a bit which pushed my ass more into his groping hands.
"Make sense?" I asked, looking back at him.
"Crystal clear," the guy said as he squeezed my asscheeks then set me back down on my feet.
"Good, I wouldn't want you to have bad form."
"Of course not. And hey, I liked that design on your underwear."
What was he talking about.
"Ummm, what design?" I asked.
"The white design on your panties that looked like the male gender sign but the line had, like, a fan of lines on the end of it. Like a feather duster or something."
How did I not notice that this morning? The Kappas had given us cheer underwear with the sissy symbol on the back of it. Yet another way of demonstrating to the world who we were.
"Oh umm...thanks." I said meekly.
"I remember seeing it at the Beta House at one of your party's last year."
Wait, did this guy know that I was a sissy? I started to remember more about what Lana had explained to me before. Of course...the elite athletic teams all knew about the Cheerboi program. These senior players had all been with prior classes of Cheerbois. I breathed a sigh of relief, unburdened by the worry that I would be found out and humiliated, or worse.
"I hope I get to see you at one of our parties this year." I said playfully, feeling so relieved now.
"I'll be the first in line," the tall muscular guy said. I hadn't even gotten his name. He came closer to me and said discretely in my ear, "Nothing better after a game than some sissy ass."
I felt lightheaded. My hand did the talking though, caressing his crotch as I leaned in close. "At the Beta House you only need two balls to get on base." I said, gamely. Wow, my innuendos were terrible.
The next guy in the room was doing squats. I watched as this tank of a man hauled over 500 lbs onto his shoulders and did a series of squats without looking like it was anything at all. I did my routine, telling him that I wanted to fix his form. I learned his name was Terron and he was the team catcher.
"So, what, you think I'm not lifting enough weight?"
"Oh no, sir." For some reason I had gotten used to calling some men by 'sir." It just felt natural to me.
"I just think you need to go lower with each squat."
"Is that so?" He asked, liking the verbal sparring.
"It'll completely change your routine. Let me help you get lower." I said as he got back to the rack and lifted the bar on his shoulders. As he dipped down, I squared in front of him.
"I challenge you to get your crotch down to the level of where my head is." With each subsequent squat, I went lower and lower until he was practically slamming his crotch to his ankles.
On the last squat, I looked up and saw a surprising sight - his cockhead was slipping down below the hem of his shorts! He was going commando! It looked wide, the pink head flaring. I could barely restrain myself. All this flirting and fondling...I was all worked up. I just needed a taste, just a sample. Godammnit, why was this so appealing for me...why did the sight of a man's cock do this to me? I was almost drunk with lust right now, my mouth watering as my mind wandered to the possibilities of pleasure that could be obtained from the tip of that thick cock that was staring down at me. Saliva just overflowed as my taste buds anticipated the potential of having hot creamy cum slathered over them. My little sissy docket was hard as hell, like some sort of erotic meter showing the world how horny I was. Fuck fuck fuck, why couldn't I stop my body from reacting like this?
