Basketball Bosses- Kaitlynn Tye Pt.2 [18+][FFF/m][Femdom][BDSM][CBT][Smothering][Foot Worship][Pegging]

Basketball Bosses Pt2, Continued


By Kaitlynn Tye


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.


Chapter 4- Defeat


"Jada, please no!" Scott begged, but it did little to stop her.


He was completely restrained and at her mercy, and as much as he hated it, the girls were going to torture his dick. Jada's poufy hair was bobbing as she looked down at his dick, raking her nail along the hard shaft as her hands came to rest on his balls. She gave them a tug, sending Scott into a fit of thrashing tantrum as he felt the pain shoot like a bolt of lightning deep into the pit of his stomach.


Scott had heard torture on your genitals described before as being like having your ears or your eyes burned out of their sockets, but never had he experienced such a sensation. Jada was a smart girl though. She knew that her grip on his balls was hurting him, but not enough for him to want her off. The girl's fingers were like soft pillows on his testicles, and every squeeze was slowly pushing him to a tipping point.


"Stop it. Stop it! Jada please! The game isn't over yet!"


He thrashed some more, his body writhing as the pain slowly crept its way up his spine ready to strike. But every time he pushed against his restraints and tried to get her off of him, the pleasure would quickly rush back to dull the pain.


"I guess you didn't hear me... I'm going to torture your penis now... so you better listen up!"


The voice was Sammi's, and her icy tone sent a shiver down Scott's spin. His heart sank even further, as he felt her finger circle the edge of his dick head.


"Please don't!"


But it was too late. She pinched the side of his helmet simply hard enough that it flickered from his erect state, into soft flaccidity for a moment before her slapping made him erect again. Agony shot through his body, and Scott threw his head back full of horror and pain.


"Put it away!" squealed Scott. His cock harder than ever, the girl giggled as he pleaded for them to put his dick back safely in his pants. Most people would have pitied him, but the girls seemed to feed on his pain like some sort of sore of carrion birds, just circling their prey.


Then, suddenly the pain stopped, and the girls left the locker room.


"Oh, man..." Scott said, letting his head fall back onto the padded headrest of the gynecological style chair he found himself in. He was strapped tightly in place. The straps were made from thick, strong leather that ran across the entirety of his torso and ran down tightly to his legs. His feet were tied into the stirrups so his whole body was completely vulnerable. Whatever these girls had in store for him was sure to be a harrowing experience. Scott closed his eyes and prayed that they won the game.


But as the final whistle of the game blew, Scott heard nothing but deafening silence from outside the locker room. He had been so busy hoping to make it out with an enjoyable experience like last time. His chest tightened and his heart sank further still - a feeling of helplessness and despair washing over him because he knew that his team had lost.


The other team's fans erupted into an uproar, their hearty cheers reverberating through the walls until all else was drowned out by their shouts of pride and jubilation. The celebration grew in intensity until eventually, only a single unified cheer could be heard throughout – “Cougars! Cougars!” The fear that seized Scott’s core sunk even deeper as he listened, unable to move or do anything to stop it happening.


Suddenly, just as quickly as they had started celebrating, an eerie and uncomfortable feeling enveloped Scott like a blanket of dust particles – an unnerving stillness suddenly taking over the area outside the locker room before being completely replaced by the frustrated grumblings and angry words from those who had been defeated. One voice in particular stood out amongst them – Jada’s – her webbed tone filled with rage extreme enough to send shivers down Scott’s spine every time she spoke.


Scott acted and appeared anxious, but deep down he was rather excited to get tortured. Some of the extreme tortures that Jada and the girls gave to him were oftentimes the best. People who said CBT was so extreme, clearly did not have the masochistic desires that Scott did.


The girls arrived shortly after, each one going to their locker to bring out the tools they would need to enact their torturous plan. Jada strutted towards the bound boy with a stance that showed her superiority and complete control of the situation; her eyes were like daggers, piercing right through Scott's thin veneer of fear.


One by one, they proceeded to lay down their objects on the table: lubricants and oils, feathers, whips, paddles, and even some basic tools like clothespins. Of course, this wasn’t all they had – there were also some more interesting instruments like hot wax and metal clamps; items which could cause intense pain or pleasure depending on how used they were.


It was clear that Jada was planning something big - something that scared Scott almost as much as it aroused him. Without saying a word, she took out a blindfold from her bag and slowly draped it over Scott’s head before tightening it around his scalp to ensure he wouldn’t be able to see anything she did.


With a sharp exhale of breath, Jada gave off an air of suppressed energy as if she were trying to contain herself from doing something crazy – like unstrapping Scott from his and letting him go. But despite this energy she stayed focused on what task must be done and began setting up for whatever she had planned – speaking only the occasional sentence into the thick silence between them all but keeping her gaze firmly fixated on Scott most of the time as if trying to gauge any sign of resistance or disobedience he may have shown. He simply laid there patiently, his breathing deep but regular as he tried to calm what Jada assumed was a racing heart.


Finally, the moment had arrived – Jada had finished her preparations and was ready to bring her torture to life. She began with something small, lightly tickling Scott’s feet with a feather as the other girls looked on in amusement. This was only a tease for what was to come – she soon moved up towards his chest, alternately using oil and feathers to stroke his skin before teasing out every nerve ending in an exquisitely agonizing way. Her hands were like lightning, dancing quickly over Scott’s body before moving onto the other areas they each deemed worthy of their attention; some of the other players joined in, focusing on his neck while one began torturing Scott on the dick, knowing full well what it could do to him if they continued long enough.


The pleasure and pain sensation that Scott felt was unbearable yet oddly addictive; he couldn't help but enjoy the sensations even though he knew how unbearable it would be for him if it continued too much longer. He felt different fingers pinching and slapping his skin, but with the darkness of his blindfolds he had no clue who was doing what.


He felt some heat as someone undoubtedly dripped a candle over his bare chest, causing him to rise as much as the binds would allow as he fought against his restraints.


And then, suddenly he felt something cold pressed against his nipples, a sensation that shot through his body like an electrical current and caused him to gasp in pleasure. It was nipple clamps that were being applied to him; tight metal clamps with weights attached to them which, when slightly jostled, sent shocks of pain throughout Scott’s body.


He whimpered in agony as one of the girls tightened the clamps even further before pulling on them, making his nipples stand at attention away from his body.


While this was happening, one of the girls was continuing to tickle his right foot while another slapped his left with what felt like a metal rod. The pains on each foot were so different but they worked so well together, the Ying and Yang of pleasure and uncontrollable happiness mixed with the pain of having something strike your foot would have made almost anyone cum.


If that was all that was being done, sadly for Scott, someone was pulling on his cock violently, slapping it around as he writhed in the pain of his submission. He screamed whenever the hard knuckle of one of the girls’ fists connected with his tender nuts, making his squeal and resume his pleading for it to stop.


This was mostly just for show however, because the one thing Scott didn't do was use his safe word. If you could absolutely love something that was so horrible, this was that place for Scott. Like a drug that was poisoning him yet giving him euphoria like he had never experienced before, that is where Scott found himself. He was addicted and at the mercy of the basketball team, and he wouldn't have it any other way.


He felt his cock being milked like a cow before finally letting out a loud load of cum that spattered all over his body and his blindfold, he could smell and feel his warm seed as it shot onto his face. The torments continued anyway as they pushed him around roughly, making him moan some more.


Shortly after Scott shot his load, the girls released the clamps that were still attached to his nipples, causing him to whimper as powerful waves of pain shot through his chest. Not letting him rest, one of the girls continued to rub something over his nipples which felt a lot like sandpaper to him. It was probably just her soft fingers, but the pain was electrifying.


After his tortuous climax, Scott found himself drenched in something unknown; freezing water most likely because it made him shiver while the girls could all be heard tittering in their laughter.


Suddenly, as if on cue, one of the girls stepped forward and delivered a powerful punch to Scott’s balls, causing him to writhe against his bonds and scream in pain. With a sharpness like hot knives being inserted into his body, he screamed out for mercy while trying to wiggle free from his binds. The gynecological style chair creaked and groaned at the effort he put into straining.


The girl leaned in close and whispered softly “You should have used your safe word!” before laughing and sending another punch into his dangling ball sack.


Scott felt the nausea washing over him, the anticipation of more blows causing the safe word to hover on his tongue.


But then, an even stranger torture began. The girl who punched his balls was now stroking his flaccid cock, which was so sensitive after just shooting its load.


Her touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, even though the pain from the punches was still evident. His senses were overloaded, and he could not distinguish whether he wanted to cry or moan out in ecstatic delight. His moans betrayed him however, and Scott felt glad that his tormentors could appreciate it along with him. She continued to stroke his cock with varying speeds and pressures; responding to each of his reactions, making sure she had pushed him as far as possible before allowing a wave of pleasure to course through him again and a much smaller load to leak from his cock.


Much to his chagrin however, she continued to stroke, rubbing his thin cum into the head of his penis as she continued stroking him. With each stroke Scott’s breathing became more labored, his body tensing against the restraints as the pleasure and pain collided together. He whimpered for mercy, unsure of how much longer he could take it before going over the edge again. Suddenly, she stopped, and Scott felt a wave of trembling relief wash over him as the sensation of her touch finally faded away. All at once, his body slumped backward in exhaustion while his mind raced with delights and tortures that only a few other people had experienced.


Then, he felt the blindfolds coming off of his face, he looked up to see not only Jada, but all the girls standing around him with big smiles on their faces.


"You did good." One of them said, patting him gently on the cheek.


"I'm proud." The blond girl from the other day said, the one who spit in his mouth whose name always slipped his mind.


Rashida leaned in, giving him a kind peck on the lips as she ran her hands over his still tender nipples.


"Ya know, Slave..." Jada let her voice trail, walking around past Scott’s head and down toward his feet. "I have to say, you made this the best defeat we have ever had."


Scott could feel the tear welling up in his eyes. That was a higher compliment that he felt like he deserved, he was simply bound for their entertainment. He looked around, all of the team had small smiles creeping into the corners of their mouths as they looked at their bound slave. Scott smiled back, some tear trails glistening as the signs of his pain and suffering that had trickled down his cheeks before splatting onto the floor.


Jada smiled and stepped up close to him, brushing her fingertips against his wrists. "It seems all that's left is to untie you."


At this Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been bound for so long it seemed like it would never end, but here he was at the edge of freedom with these wonderful ladies who tested his mettle. Jada undid each strap holding him in place with practiced ease, and soon enough he was standing on two feet again, feeling lightheaded as his prolonged period in bondage ended. He didn't quite understand what had just happened, but he knew he was ready for whatever else they had in mind for him.


"Well, here you go," Sammy said, bringing forward a pink gift bag with a bow on it.


"Wha..." Scott began, looking down at the bag in utter shock. "What is this?"


"I think the point is to open it, slave." Jada said with a laugh, positioning herself behind him and running her hand up his bare shoulder and allowing it to rest on her chest.


Scott cautiously reached into the bag. As his hands felt around inside, he could feel the cool soft fabric of a basketball jersey. His heart raced as he pulled it out, expecting to see something else entirely. But there it was before him - a silky shiny gold jersey with the number 16 on it, embroidered in blue threads. It seemed too perfect for words. Scott couldn't believe this was real, he had only dreamed of such freedom before. His shorts were silky and shiny as well - so soft he just wanted to wrap himself in it right then and there. He had found his new outfit.


"What is this?" he asked, choking back tears as he held the shiny jersey and shorts in his hands and turning to the team.


"You are part of the team slave," Jada said, walking up to him and pulling the jersey from his hands. "Raise your arms."


He did as he was asked, allowing the shimmering jersey to slide over his skin. One of the girls tapped his heel, making him lift his foot as she pulled the golden shorts from his hand and began sliding it up his legs.


The team beamed at him as she pulled the jersey over his head, feeling the touch of companionship and belonging that was never granted to him before. It felt so good, and Scott was humbled by the generosity of this group of women who seemed to know him better than anybody ever had before.


They began clapping and cheering, as they huddled around him and looked on in admiration at his new outfit. It fit perfectly, and it felt amazing against his skin - like a warm hug from all of them combined into one beautiful package.


With one final gesture, Jada stepped forward and grabbed Scott's hands, pulling them up to just under her chin. "You have given us everything tonight," she said softly as they interlocked their hands together. "Now follow us over to the weight room."


The team guided him over to the mirror in the weight room where Scott could look at himself in awe along with them through a reflection of glass. They were all wearing their silky shiny golden uniforms which stood out brightly amongst the grey walls of the room, an oasis for a beaten soul who just needed a moment's reprieve from reality. And there he stood - resplendent in gold among loyal comrades whom he just earned respect from tonight - looking back at himself with newfound strength and courage after months spent "bound" under an unfamiliar agreement ruled by these domineering masters. He couldn't help but beam widely at his own reflection - here he was not only free but also welcomed into a team that supported each other no matter what life threw at them; they were family now, bonded through love that transcended normalcy.


He turned to face the girls, putting out his hands for a hug as the group all came in to hold him. Their silky uniforms slid across his, glistening perfectly as the fifteen girls surrounded Scott and hugged him. Some of them played with his hair, others rubbed his back. Jada was busy rubbing his tender nipples under the silky uniform.


Jada moved in to kiss him on the cheek, whispering, "You’re with us from here out, slave. You are loved, and you can do whatever you set your mind to." Her teammates let him go and began making their way back to the locker room. They were a fifteen players on the girls basketball team that had a single male slave. While he never played on the court with the girls, he certainly played an important part in keeping them all united together.


The End


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