AFTER THE GAME by Throne (inspired by "Half Time Show) (Patreon)

AFTER THE GAME by Throne 

"Gee, Tanisha," I said hesitantly. "I really think you're pretty. Especially in that cheerleader outfit." The school's colors, gold and black, went well with her chocolate-colored skin. 

We were alone in the girls' locker room because halftime had recently ended. I was suited up to play but they hadn't used me in the first half and the coach had made it clear that I wouldn't be needed in the second half. I was one of the only white guys on the football team, and the other ones were all bigger than me. A lot bigger. But I had some talent at kicking -- not so much distance as accuracy -- and had hoped they would use me for that. It was supposed to be my path to being a school athlete and impressing the girls. The problem with my love life is that not only am I smaller than the other players, but I'm shorter and lighter than pretty much every guy around. 

"Yeah," she said. "Thanks for the compliment. I got one of the subs to take my place so I could hook up with you here." 

"Really? Gosh, I'm..." 

But she spoke right over me, saying, "So how about if you get out of that uniform and we get busy?" 

"I'd... honest? I mean, you want to...?" 

"Well, I don't want to join that chess club you're in, or hang around with your nerdy friends. So yeah, I want to mess around." 

I stared at her, at those high round breasts and long shapely legs, which were slightly muscular. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe we could even become boyfriend and girlfriend. But for the moment I was captivated by the chance to finally be with a girl intimately, to lose my virgin status. 

Tanisha said, "So how about it, Dennis? You gone to get naked or we just gone to talk about it?" 

Immediately I began to undress. Soon I was naked to the waist and barefoot. She hadn't taken off anything. But I'm rather timid and she had such a commanding attitude, so I didn't question her. I figured she was used to being with the Black guys, who had machismo to spare. They wouldn't be shy about undressing first. I got my pants off and stood there in just my jockstrap. 

"Damn," she exclaimed. "You awful pale, even for a white boy." I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing. When I do that, it's not just limited to my cheeks. She smirked and said, "Well there you go. I seeing some color now. Yeah, pink looks good on you." 

"Th... thank you?" 

"And how come you ain't got hardly no hair anywhere? Like under your arms and on that skinny chest?" 

"I'm just... I guess... I mean I'm sort of a late bloomer in that department." 

Tanisha strode up to me and boldly grabbed the front of my jock strap. She gave it a squeeze and said, "As long as you ain't blooming late down here." Her eyes went wide and she said, "Holy crap. How come I can't feel just about nothing?" 

"I... uh... err..." I swallowed with difficulty. "Maybe we should just save this for later." 

"No way. I've got to see this." She hooked a finger under the elastic of my strap's waistband and tugged downward. 

I started to reach for it but then thought better of the action. She seemed so potentially volatile that I didn't want to set her off. Who knew what she might do to me. 

Taking hold of the strap and feeling kind of sick in my stomach, I slowly lowered it. She drew back in mock shock. 

I said, "We don't have to..." 

"We don't have to do the nasty, that's for sure. Not with that baby dick, with like just a few blond hairs around it." She shook her head. "You talked me into coming here so you could get a piece of my fine ass, and this is all you have to offer? Boy, you are in trouble, blue eyes." 

"It's just... I should have told you..." 

"No sorry excuses now. Too late for that. Get rid of that jock thing. I bet they don't even make them in your size. You need a junior-junior cup for that midget dick." 

Her handbag was on the bench. She opened it and took out her cell phone. When I brought up my hands she gave me a threatening look. I lowered them and, grinning nastily, she took several pictures. I estimated that, from that distance and at that angle, she would get both my face and genitals in the shot. 

"Now you behave and maybe I won't send these all over on the computer. Right? Wouldn't want them showing up on folks' cellphones and places. Like that pretty little redhead girl you always mooning over." 

She meant Cassie. Oh no. I hadn't thought this through. I mean, it wasn't me who got Tanisha to the locker room. It was the other way around. She had tempted me into coming. I never meant to cheat on Cassie. Not that it would really be cheating, since we had never gone out together and I hadn't even found the nerve to ask her for a date. Besides, Cassie -- with her chubby boobies and protruding round bottom -- was seeing Flash, the Black, star quarterback of the team. 

"So we keep this just between ourselves. Right, boy?" 

"Y... yes, Ma'am." I automatically fell into using that respectful form of address. The thought of having anyone see those revealing photos was devastating. 

"I'll just do like, one thing to punish you, for trying to take advantage of me and all, and then we'll be done. Grab your clothes and come over to my locker." 

I did and, when she opened it, I saw several odd items. For starters, there were several lengths of cord, which she took out first. I shuddered but didn't do anything to defend myself. She grabbed one more item. Then she snatched my clothes from my hands and tossed them into the locker, slamming it shut, closing the lock, and spinning the combination dial. 

"There," she said with smug triumph. "Now you really for sure ain't going to give me no trouble. Put them hands behind your back." 

Scared half out of my mind, but naked in the girls' locker room, with my clothes locked away, I had no choice. In less than a minute she had my wrists bound behind my back. I reflexively tugged at my bonds and discovered that they were secure. Tanisha snapped at me to spread my legs. She got down behind me and took hold of my scrotum. I felt something being passed around it and tightened. She gave a tug and I winced. The heartless girl had tied up my testicles. She pushed me down onto my knees and kept hold of that rope. Using it as a leash, she made me shuffle along on my knees on the cold, hard cement floor. The leash pressed between my bottom cheeks and dragged my nuggets upward. I yelped and found that I had to struggle to keep pace and avoid sharp pain. It was still terribly uncomfortable, having her maintain steady pressure that way. My knees were soon sore. She took me into the showers and made me sniff the drain. Then she led me to the restroom and had me kiss the rim of each toilet. 

When we got back to our starting point I was panting. I suppose I wasn't in as good of shape as I had imagined. Maybe I shouldn't have tried out for the team at all. Tanisha held the other item from her locker up for me to see. It was a pink leather choker. It went around my neck and she fastened it snugly. My mind was racing, trying to think of some way to escape. She gave a hard tug on the cord to my scrotum and brought my attention agonizingly back to her. Tanisha leaned forward and rolled her shoulders, making her firm breasts move and look like they might pop free. Even under those unsettling circumstances it was arousing. She gave another tug, 

this one hard enough to make me howl. I tilted forward, lost my balance, and ended up with one shoulder and the side of my face on the floor. 

"Look there," she said, plainly amused. "Them balls getting all swelled up. Guess I being too rough on them poor little things." As if to contradict that hint of sympathy, she pulled hard on the lead and held it that way while I gritted my teeth and tried not to weep. "Yeah," she agreed with herself. "Them balls got all big and showing veins. Getting all dark, too." 

It was too much. I began to shed tears. "Please," I blubbered. "You might d... damage me." 

"No big thing. I mean, you don't hardly need them grapes. What you gone use them for? No girl want to jump in bed with your binky dick. And you shouldn't ought to be baby making. Don't want to pass along them wimpy genes." She increased the pressure. "Be doing you a favor I wreck them balls right now. Doing the world a favor." 

"No, no, no," I wailed. "I'll do whatever you want." "Whatever? Like anything?"
"Yes." I sobbed. "Just tell me." 

"Well now..." She put her finger to her chin. "I got maybe a couple ideas. How about..." She paused to let me suffer physically and mentally. Then she decided, "Girls always be throwing out stuff that get too sweaty and all." She relaxed the pressure on my vulnerable organs and untied my wrists. "Go dig round in the big trash can over in the corner and see what you can find." 

With her following, leash still in hand, I went and began to dig around in the trash. There was plenty of messy food packaging, along with two tampons and a sanitary napkin. Also lots of used tissues. But I finally found something that might placate her. It was a pair of pink, bikini-cut panties, with yellow flowers stitched on them. There were suspicious stains in the crotch-band and skid marks in the seat. But she was more concerned that they would fit me; it looked like they would. 

"Now get your girly white ass into them panties," she ordered. 

I thought about my clothes in her locker and the humiliating pictures in her phone. Plus my wallet, with my money, credit cards and ID, was in my pants in my own locker, along with my keys. Against my will, I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. As I got them into place, she adjusted the leash so it emerged from the top of them, in back. She even pulled on it to remind me that she still had the power to unman me if she wished. I whimpered and, when she told me to, struck poses as if I enjoyed wearing feminine underthings and the choker, with her taking pictures. She made me tuck my penis down and back, so that it could be mistaken for a 

female pubic mound. Tanisha laughed as she took more pictures. She made me play with my nipples, lick my lips, and half-lid my eyes. For the final shot I had to do all three things at once. 

"Now here's what else," she decided. "We got to get straight on what you are. I'm saying you a dinky dick white loser. What you say?" 

When I began to speak she gave a warning tug on the leash. A flash of agony shot through my crotch. I groaned and managed to say, "I'm what you said. A loser. A dinky dick... dicked... white loser." 

"That's a start. And you my bitch. Ain't that so?" 

"I... OW! Yes, I'm you're b.. bitch." Not wanting her to hurt me again, I improvised, "I'm your tiny dick, loser, failure of a bitch. Your bitch boy. I wear panties. Dirty ones. I'll do whatever you say." 

"Damn right you will. Cause you my slave, with a baby pink dick."
"Yes. I am your slave. Totally. With a... baby size... pink... short... skinny... useless dick." 

She laughed and pulled the leash enough to make me move. Tanisha made me go back to her locker. She reminded me that my uniform was still in there where I couldn't get it. Then she made me back up to the row of lockers and tossed the end of my leash up and over a low heating pipe, then down to the locker's door handle, where she tied it off. It was just taut enough that I had to stand on tip toes to prevent hurting my balls and maybe ruining them. I stood there, already feeling the strain begin in my legs. 

My tormentor said, "Game's about over. All them cheerleaders gone be in here real soon. They gone have fun seeing you and maybe playing some games wit you. Dim all my friends, so you treat dim right." 

"Y... yes, Ma'am." 

"And then one last thing you gone to do, you don't want them pictures spread all around." As if to drive home her point, she took a half dozen more of me up on my toes, wearing panties, my male parts still hidden. "An I tell you what that is." 

She gave me the final instruction. I pleaded and wept but she was adamant. There was no way I could refuse. Mental images of people who knew me seeing her growing collection of blackmail material filled my spinning head. I tearfully agreed to everything. Tanisha left. My legs began to tremble. My poor testicles hurt worse and worse. I knew better than to try to release myself, but thought I might be able to at least loosen the cord. No luck. Couldn't get any relief. 

Sexy Black cheerleaders were suddenly entering the room, talking loud and laughing. There were a few white ones, too. The first to spot me stopped, stood there frozen, and then burst out laughing. They all crowded around me. 

One of them wanted to know, "What you doing here, white boy?" 

"I... I'm a creepy pervert and I want some Black girl to treat me like crap." That was the gist of what Tanisha had instructed me to convey. 

"What you say? Hey, I know you. You that weirdo always got his nose in some book. You Dennis. But now you look more like Denise." 

"And what's with that nothing thing hiding in your panties, girly?" 

"I... I'm just waiting to... err... fully mature." 

"Look like you got a long wait, Denise white girl. Heh, heh, heh." 

From behind them I heard a new voice. "I was told to come here. What's going on?" 

The crowd parted and there stood Cassie, the girl of my dreams. She couldn't be seeing me like this. 

I told her, "I'm sorry. Something happened. It got out of con... con... control." 

Flash appeared alongside her. He wanted to know, "What's with the stuttering idiot? He look like some kind of freak." 

"Oh," she said dismissively, "that's Dennis. He's always sneaking looks at my tits and ass when he thinks I don't see him." 

"NO!" I protested. "No I don't." 

Flash got right in my face and yelled, "You calling my girl a liar?" He cocked his fist and brandished it in my face. "You want me to mess up that sissy mouth of yours?" 

"N... no, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." He didn't seem satisfied so I fell back on what Tanisha had been making me say. "I'm just a messed up pervert. A white sissy with the smallest dick any guy every had. I'm a jerk and a loser and a creep. I'm so sorry..." What else could I add? "I'm your slave." 

"Man, I don't want no pansy faggot slave boy. What wrong with your head, homo?" 

Cassie put her hands on his long muscular arm. He glanced down at her, smiled, and brought his lips to hers. They kissed deeply while I suffered torturous pangs of jealousy. 

"I'll take him." Approaching from the back of the room was Kenya, a Black girl who I found unattractive and scary. She was tall and prone to scowling. Her hair was short and natural. Kenya's upper body might have been okay. Her bust was full and she wore clothes that showed it off. But from the waist down she looked like a separate person, a larger one, with wide flaring hips, a jutting bottom, and heavy thighs, along with large firm calves and big feet. Behind her back she was called 'hippo hips' and 'Bertha Butt'. Heedlessly pushing Flash aside, she put herself nose-to-nose with me. "Yeah, I'll take you," she snarled, her breath smelling unpleasantly of garlic or something similar. And there was a definite, rank sweaty scent clinging to her. I felt queasy. "Saw somebody outside said there was a bare-ass white pussy boy wanted me to run his life." 

Oh no. Tanisha must have sent Cassie in to witness my mortification, and now she had visited Kenya on me, with the information that I was eager to be dominated. Worse, the last message Tanisha had given me was that, if some girl wanted to own me, I was to go along with it, and even act eager. 

I looked at Kenya's fleshy features and forced myself to say, "It's true. Ms. Kenya, Ma'am, please make me your slave. I am worthless but I'll try really hard to do whatever you want." 

Her eyes lit up but then one of the Black cheerleaders said, "What he gone do for you if ain't got no proper dick?" 

Kenya, not being the smartest student, was puzzled. That's when Tanisha reappeared and volunteered the idea, "But a geek like him gone be real good with his mouth on your business. Get his tongue all up inside you." 

The unattractive Black girl grinned viciously. "Yeah. No guys want do that for me. Say I'm all stanky down there. But this panty boy be in a real hurry to lick and suck and stuff. He be real good for me. Somebody get him untie so I can sample that tongue." 

My stomach was turning over as Tanisha wormed her way through the others to nimbly undo her own knots. She pushed me toward Kenya and I bounced off the big female, repulsed by her excess fat and unappetizing odor. At the same time, however, all that flesh was strangely attracting me. I told myself it was just because of the trauma I'd suffered and my need to balance the scales by showing I could perform sexually, even if only in that distasteful manner. Kenya put her hands on my shoulders and effortlessly drove me down to my knees. I moaned my misery as she clutched my head and drew my face against her reeking crotch. She ground her pubes against my features and growled with an urgent need to be satisfied. She didn't care 

who was watching. The girl was half crazed. Through the material of her slacks I felt the contours of her pubic mound with my nose and lips. 

Tanisha, still sounding like she was just one of the mob, and not the initiator of this horrific scenario, urged, "Pull down your pants, Kenya. Give the white boy a taste. Make him get you wet." 

"I already wet." Kenya pulled down her slacks, let them drop to her ankles, and worked one foot free. "I want him get me off." 

She jammed my mouth against her foul femininity. Her external labia were oversized, pink and rippled and rubbery, wet and exuding an even fishier smell than had escaped through her pants. I gagged as she rubbed herself against my lower face. 

"Damn it, you my slave. Get busy with your mouth." 

Tears streaming down my face, I began the odious task and licking those repellant pussy lips, probing into her slimy gap, and sucking her large clitoris. She grunted several times and began to get herself off by grinding against my face, up and down, even getting my nose into her slit. It was unthinkably bad. 

Tanisha squatted down and hissed into my ear, "Remember what I told you, Denise. You be a real good sissy girl for Kenya. Be eating that messy spot all the time. Be telling her you just loves it, too. Less you wants those pictures all over. And me telling Flash you been trying to move on Cassie. That man would bust your nose and crush your nuts for you. Understand?" 

As Kenya continued to use my face I was barely able to say, "Yes, Tanisha. Yes, Ma'am." 

Tanisha straightened up and said to Kenya, "He that good on you puss, bet he be real fine using his mouth on you ass, too. Getting his whole face all in between you butt cheeks." Of course she wanted to plant such a nauseating idea into the powerful girl's receptive mind. 

The big Black female kept humping my features, with the onlookers cheering her and insulting me. I couldn't believe this was happening. And then Kenya exploded into an orgasm, violent and very juicy. I had to lap up and swallow her plentiful juices, with excess getting all over my chin. I was peripherally aware of Tanisha slipping away, giving me a final wink as she left. The rest of the group began to drift off. 

But what about me? I was now a virtual slave to this lusty, sex craving woman, who was bigger and heavier and stronger than me. I had to fulfill her every whim or risk exposure to possibly everyone who knew me, as well as physical punishment at the hands of Flash. I was doomed. Stretching ahead of me was endless sexual servitude to Kenya. And weirdly -- I told myself it was because of a lack of sexual release and everything that had just happened to me -- I had 

another moment of feeling oddly drawn to the she-beast who now controlled my fate. It might be the beginning of a twisted addiction. Could my life get any worse? 

"Hey," Kenya said with sudden inspiration. "I just figured. Lots of guys wants to bang me, cause I'm like easy and got a big booty. But they don't wants to snack on my pussy. So you can do that after they done had their fun and left. I be getting cleaned up and having a extra kick too. Won't that be good?" 

For her it would be good. For me, having to slurp other men's semen out of her vagina would be yet another disgrace, one more step toward my ultimate unmaking. 

She hooked a thick finger under my choker and said, sounding like a careless child with a new toy that she was probably going to damage the first time she played with it, "Let's go to my place and have some more fun. We got all night."