Kaitlynn Tye- Basketball Bosses. Chapter 3 [OC][Bondage][BDSM][Femdom][18+][Rimming]

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.


The team poured into the locker room, and it instantaneously erupted into cheers and laughter as everyone hugged each other and jumped around to celebrate their win together. After almost ten minutes of cheers and hugs by the team, they turned their attention to their bound boy.


Outside on the court there was still pandemonium as fans celebrated their remarkable victory, but inside this space everything took on a degree of serenity while still remaining blissfully happy. Scott sat among these victorious warriors feeling prouder than ever to be part of such an incredible team - not just as a teammate but as someone who could wholeheartedly say: "I helped make tonight's victory possible."


Jada knew exactly what to do next; she slunk her petite frame down on top of Scott, smothering him with her ass. His breath was stolen from his lungs as Jada didn't just hold him there but started wriggling around, pushing, and pulling his face between those two amazing globes of hers. Scott, hungry for air, tried to move his head around, desperate to find a crack between those two succulent mounds to catch some oxygen. He then felt Jada's hand brushing over his body lovingly, followed by her sweet words in his ears: "You did it! You really helped us win!"


Scott almost didn't hear the words as he thrashed around, gasping for the little bits of air that whistled between her ass crack and thighs. One of the other girls was laughing, tickling his feet as he struggled, making his gasping even worse.


Eventually though, Jada shifted her weight and gave him a bit of relief as she continued to caress him with love and admiration. Scott closed his eyes in bliss as he felt her body pressing down on him and then finally heard the words he'd been waiting for; "We all did it! We earned this win together."


Then she got up, taking her delectable asshole with her as she moved across the shower room, pulling her shorts tantalizingly up over her thick ass cheeks as she walked.


Right in the middle of looking at Jada, the girl he felt like he loved, two hands grabbed the side of his head, forcing him to look up as another asshole came careening down on his face.


He suckled to it quicker than the first, tasting all the sweat as her asshole pressed against his mouth. The taste was electric, salty, and sweet all at the same time. He couldn't help but feel his heart racing as he licked around the edges of her ass, exploring every crevice and curve and marveling at its softness.


He could savor a hint of cherry body was and an unmistakable tingle tickling his tongue with each pass over her sphincter, as if this asshole were made to be savored. Her butt cheeks quivered against his lips, intensifying the sensation of pleasure running through him with each passing moment.


Scott's jaw ached from how hard he had been sucking on it, yet here he was, still clinging to it like there would never be another chance. What if they never won another game? What if I never got to taste her perfect asshole again?


So, he sucked harder, like a magnet he was drawing her asshole into the depths of his wanting mouth. Her warmth spilled into him, and he loved it.


At last, the girl pulled away with a satisfied smirk and Scott could finally see her full form again. His eyes followed her as she gracefully stood and gently pulled her pants back up, ready to join in on the celebration after their hard-earned victory.


Then a thin white girl was on him, her weight pressing into his chest and stomach as she laid across his bound form. She looked down at him, drawing shapes in the saliva and sweat that covered his face with her index finger. Then, she gave his cheek a firm but soft slap, stopping just short of sending him reeling in pain.


"You are doing so good." She hissed, her sadistic blue eyes staring at him. "Open your mouth," she said the words and as he was in the process of opening it, she spit a massive glob of saliva into his mouth. Scott found himself gagging slightly as the wad connected with the back of his throat.


He savored the taste, pushing it to the back of his tongue and tasting all the flavors that came with it. Then the girl slowly stood up, brushing off her pants and admiring her handy work. Scott stayed in silence until she tapped him on the forehead to remind him who was in charge.


Then came another girl, this was Rashida. She was Arabic, her family coming from somewhere in the Middle East. In general, she didn't really talk all that much. She was sweet normally and never said anything mean, but as far as servicing her went she had no mercy in terms of Scott. He would please her until she was completely satisfied; anything short of her approval, and she simply continued what she was doing. No matter what torture she inflicted on Scott or what service she required of him, it was best for him to just shut his mouth and hope he could bring her to climax quickly. After a few times serving her, he got an idea for what she liked.


She sat on his face like the other girls, but instead of putting her feet on his chest and sitting her asshole against his mouth, she stood on the tile floor and slowly lowered her jiggling pussy lips onto his face.


Scott could almost feel the warmth radiating from her insides as her soft pussy pushed itself against his mouth. The silky moistness enveloped his face as she pressed her weight into him. He wanted to open his eyes and take in all the wondrous details of the scene, but he fought back the urge so hard that his head began to ache with exertion. As Rashida's hips began to roll her tight pussy against his mouth, a wave of pleasure ran through him like she was the Moon controlling the waxing and waning of the tides of his ecstasy with each movement over him, the hold she had over his being, the dictation without words.


His tongue explored every inch of it, tasting every little bit of juice on the way. The flavor was sweet and fruity, reminding him of something between cherries and raspberries — it was an absolute delight for his taste buds. And then there were those moments when he would brush up against Rashida's clit that sent shivers down her spine, and he loved every moment of it as each touch with his tongue made her own little moan escape her lips and she muttered words under breath about how much pleasure he was giving her.


At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Scott felt Rashida melt into him as she reached orgasm. His mouth filled with warmth from her fluids and, just as quickly as she had appeared, she hopped off of him reverted back to her normal silent self — yet there was still a twinkle in her eye that said: "thank you".


Scott lay there for a few more minutes savoring the experience as the team continued their celebrations all around him — feeling incredibly satisfied with himself.


The team cheered and laughed, everyone congratulating each other for something they had all worked hard to achieve. Music was blasted out of speakers and the night went on until the small hours of the morning. Sometime during the excitement, they untied him, and no longer treated him like the slave that he was, but instead as an integral part of the team he felt himself becoming.


Eventually, everyone started to disperse. Scott gathered up his belongings and said his goodbyes, feeling a mellow satisfaction that only comes when you have done something meaningful with a group of your closest friends. The girls hugged him, Rashida giving him a longer than normal embrace — they had shared something special after all.


The sun was beginning to rise as Scott stepped out into the street - the night fading away like a dream he would never forget. He slowly made his way home, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated at once — truly an emotion unlike any other in its entirety. As he walked off into the sunrise with thoughts of the night still fresh in his mind - a great smile spread across his face - he wished it could last forever... but all good things must come to an end sooner or later!


And so ended the celebration and with it, his service during the game; each person involved walked away from it having gained what they set out for: A victory.




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