Secret Mascot

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A celebrated college soccer player (and former track star) with a future as a professional athlete ahead of her, breathtaking Dani is exceedingly fit and yet wonderfully feminine, with all her rather atypical attributes combining into an incredibly desirable whole. At five foot-four she is compact and very well-muscled though not extravagantly so – at least up top. In fact, her upper half is comparatively diminutive. Though her buffed-up arms and shoulders clearly betray all the time she spends in the gym – and the frequency with which she wields a wide variety of implements of discipline – both these and the hard washboard of her belly are offset by her long hair, lovely face and aggressively womanly breasts. Perfectly proportional to the rest of her torso these are high-set and proudly outthrust, firm and curvy and flawlessly symmetrical. The size and shape of goose eggs lying on their sides, I could just fit them into my palms if permitted. Of course I’m not. Perhaps that’s why I find them far more attractive than any ridiculously oversized pair you’d see flaunted on the internet. On those occasions when they’re unavoidably brushed or even crushed against me I go nearly mad with excitement. When not contracted with arousal as they are now, the eggplant-black n*****s (like her c**k only a shade or two darker than the rest of her) cover nearly half the surface area of those delightfully protuberant ovoids. But as Dani springs eagerly onto the bed to rejoin me my attention is captured not by these, or by that wickedly big erection she’s once again sprouted for me, but by that which backs her intimidating prick. It was this most striking attribute of her awesomely athletic body that first captivated me watching Dani charge aggressively around the soccer field, and still appeals to me even more than those heavenly breasts, her lively expressive face and even her irresistibly vivacious and effortlessly authoritative personality. I’m not black or even Latino myself: plain old white bread straight off the Anglo loaf. But I’ve always been a booty kind of guy. And Dani’s is absolutely incomparable. Contrasted by her tight midriff and absolutely tiny waist her hips, ass and thighs are all shockingly large and muscular. She has the lower body not just of a soccer star but an Olympic figure skater, or even pro wrestler. She can practically crack walnuts with those big hard buttocks. And though I’m three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than Dani she can indeed outwrestle me easily. Once she gets me in a scissors hold with those hugely sculpted legs and starts to squeeze (monstrously strong thigh muscles bulging) I’m instantly reduced to pitifully suffocated submission, while she laughs and gloats and mercilessly crushes me. But of course she also has a far more domineering and enjoyable way to put that hideously powerful lower half to work subjugating me. Thus I wait with bated breath, pounding heart, impossibly straining pinched-off prick and desperately fearful anticipation as Dani knee-walks her way across the enormous four-poster bed to where I’m lying. Yet again it’s time for s*x between us, the only kind she allows me. I’m straight and she’s gay you see, which makes for a rather abnormal coupling. Nevertheless, we are deeply in love (on my part at least) and irrevocably committed to each other: providing reciprocal fulfillments we could find nowhere else. And that’s just the beginning of the strangeness of our relationship: the foundation upon which all the rest is based. Right now I’m not merely lying on the canopied bed that used to belong to my grandparents. I’m tied to it in a rather bizarre fashion. My limbs are stretched out and bound at the ankles and wrists to the four bedposts by tight sturdy ropes, but not in any conventional spread-eagle. Positioned on my back in the exact center of that ten by twelve foot expanse, I’m bent up double at the waist. My feet are spread high and wide above my head, lifting up my vulnerable ass. Overlying the backs of my knees at the elbows and pinning my legs tightly against the mattress, my arms are stretched oppositely down and out, with my wrists bound to the posts at the foot of the bed. With my restrained limbs forming an x at each side I’m rendered not only uncomfortably doubled up but utterly helpless. Other than tossing my pillow-supported head, wriggling my purple-numb fingers and toes and writhing a bit I’m unable to move at all or resist anything Dani chooses to do to me. The evidence of this is glaringly apparent in the rest of my current condition. I have, after all, been bound this way for well over two and a half hours now. My thick brown hair (finally grown Jim Morrison-long in a belated act of rebellion against my despised parents) is plastered to my head with sweat. My eyes are puffy from weeping and my cheeks still wet from the latest batch of tears my beloved has wrung from me. Paradoxically, my stomach also aches woefully from laughing. I’ve always been terribly ticklish, which Dani delights in taking fiendish advantage of. I’m suffering considerable pain elsewhere as well, not least from the two clothespins clamped onto each of my n*****s and the five viciously pinching into the sensitive head of my imprisoned p***s. The real source of my distress though is in my recently beaten buttocks and the backs of my thighs. The former are bruised black from endless swats of a perforated wooden paddle, while the latter are welted red all over from being whipped with a heavy leather belt. Still my uncontrollable struggles come not from any stupidly useless attempt to escape. Rather I’m so aroused by my situation that I can’t help but squirm and thrash in an excess of excitement. And of course, the futility of this against the strictly controlling bondage Dani has subjected me to turns us both on even more. Finally, our admittedly kinky form of foreplay is over with, and about to culminate in our downright perverted version of intercourse. Every bit of fervency we can add to the fire will only make this familiar ordeal more exhilarating than ever. Dani moves in front my upraised buttocks. Her wide, thick-lipped mouth stretches in an absolutely dazzling smile of sadistic intent that fetchingly dimples her cherubic cheeks. She’s breathing heavily already, nostrils flaring in her broad nose, and above this her large dark eyes sparkle with mischievous eagerness. Crouching just before me her bunched-up legs and haunches bulge even more monstrously. As she aligns the c**k curving out from those incredible loins with my defenseless entrance beautiful Dani does her own part to wire up our mutual anticipation to a truly unbearable pitch. She announces a decision that will impact my future in ways I can’t even begin to contemplate. “Guess what, Slut-boy? Though school isn’t officially starting for another week, we’ve already had our first two practices, and I’ve been made captain. So I’ve decided that as a team unifier, morale-builder, incentive and reward for good play in our drive for the title this year, I’m going to start sharing you with my teammates. “You’re going to be our secret mascot, party entertainment, s*x toy, slut-boy, bondage object, aggression outlet and communal slave. And you’re going to serve as such not just for the season but throughout my entire senior year. Doesn’t that sound wildly exciting and limitlessly rewarding beyond belief for everyone involved?” To say I’m flabbergasted at the thought of the incredible new levels of humiliation, pain, and unbearably arousing s****l subjugation this prospect portends is the understatement of the millennium. I can’t dare imagine what my sophomore year now suddenly holds in store for me. Nevertheless, I give the answer my beloved little lesbian expects, the only one I’m capable of providing as she crouches naked and irresistible above my bound and proffered-up body. “Yes, Mistress Dani. That sounds absolutely fantastic.” “You bet your greedy ass it does!” she exults as she positions herself to penetrate me. Looming over me and grinning down, she props herself on powerful arms spread to either side of my head. “Just think: soon I won’t be the only one beating and f*****g your sissy little butt. You’ll have about two dozen other girls doing it to you too!” With that Dani lunges forward, stabbing her big hard c**k all the way into me. Crying out with inextricably mixed pain and ecstasy, all thought of this appalling future (or anything else for that matter) is banished from my awareness then as she once again begins using her lithe athleticism, amazing mobility, freakishly muscular hips and ass – and of course her insatiably demanding prick – to f**k me out of my hopelessly beholden mind. Later will be soon enough to face what I can’t escape. Part One: Then