Chapter 1- Practice
"Get over here bitch," Jada said, pulling Scott by his ear. "Look at these shoes? Fucking lick them clean."
Scott bent down, slowly allowing his tongue to trace around her high-top basketball shoes as she stood there in her sports bra, staring down at him.
"That's right, dog. You ain't nothing but a fucking slave to me and this basketball team," Jada ridiculed him as he continued to clean her shoes with his tongue. She found immense pleasure in watching him degrade himself and took extra-long strides around the court, repositioning herself in front him as he followed along like an obedient puppy. He was embarrassed by her words, yet he submitted to her command without hesitation, knowing that no other team member would dare treat him any differently.
Jada then crouched down onto the ground and pointed the bottom of her foot at Scott's face, demanding that he continue licking the sole of her shoe with more enthusiasm than before. She smirked in delight at the sight of Scott bending over backward for her, though still not feeling quite satisfied. She pivoted and extended both feet towards his face as she spoke in a cold voice. "If you don't do this job correctly, I'll make sure your life here is hell," she threatened him while allowing saliva to spray from her lips and adorn his face as she spit on him.
"Yes, Ma'am." He said the words but no others, diving right back in to lick her shoes. They were nice shoes and Scott was thankful that honestly, they were not all that dirty.
He looked up from the saliva covered shoes he was polishing with his mouth, staring at her thin, black, spandex shorts that so lovingly hugged her succulent lips. Her thighs had a slight gap, nearly exposing her perfect hole to the world sans the thin veil-like coverage of the shorts. She sat down on the court floor in front of him.
Scott felt an unbearable heat settle deep within his veins, noticing the curves of her body as she moved in a silent dance around him. An absurd feeling of humiliation became evident, yet there was something about the gratification that he received from this experience that kept him coming back for more.
Jada slowly raised one foot, positioning it carefully over Scott's head and then proceeding to rest her other foot on his shoulder. Scott stared at her, and she looked back at him for a moment with piercing eyes before speaking again. "You do good work," she said mockingly as she leaned forward and licked his cheek. Then, with one final huff of laughter, she shooed him away like a pesky fly. "Go fold the uniforms loser. Come back to me when you're done."
"Yes, master." Scott said, standing up and training his eyes to the hard wood floor as he looked down and away from the black goddess who was rising to stand next to him. He began to walk away, but not without taking a moment to admire the beauty that was Jada. She was a vision of magnificence both on and off the court. Her dark almond eyes were beacons of beauty, full of life and passion as they beamed with pride for her beloved game. She had an athletic build, lean and graceful with long arms and legs that could seemingly reach great heights in her jump shots. Her caramel-colored skin glowed in the sunlight like it was basted in horseradish oil, seeming so inviting yet dreadfully distant at the same time. Jada was truly a magnificent sight to behold when she was shooting hoops, gracefully soaring through the air while bringing glory to every dunk she made.
Scott eventually shook the thoughts from his head and continued on his way, heading toward the locker room. The moment he stepped into the locker room; he was startled at its beauty. Not at the state of the locker room, but the beautiful college women that were in it and the beauty that such a place represented. Each locker had its own individual lighting system that illuminated every player's name carefully inscribed on their brightly colored lockers.
The grey floor glimmered with its glossy shine from being polished over the long weekend. Along one wall hung banners that depicted some of the team's greatest accomplishments since it was founded decades ago, bringing a wave of pride and admiration to Scott as he viewed them all. This was his college, this was his team, this was his fantasy come true... This was perfect.
The hum of voices filled Scott's ears as he walked through the locker room, watching teammates joke around and converse with one another while getting dressed for practice. Despite his current circumstances as the team's slave, there was a sense of unity amongst this team; something Scott hadn't felt in quite some time. He smiled softly to himself as he walked to get the uniforms ready for the game tomorrow, feeling approval deep within his chest knowing that he belonged here with these people who had come to be like family to him. They were not a nice and loving family like he had back home, but they supported him and indulged his darkest desires in a way he never knew he needed.
Scott opened the dryer and pulled out the golden silky uniforms, admiring their indulgent beauty. The shimmer of the fabric was mesmerizing, and he felt like he was holding a piece of heaven's magic in his hands. He noticed the lettering encrusted in the front of each uniform, with "Hounds" neatly scripted across them in dazzling blue thread; the blue was a perfect contrast to the gold and white silky fabric that made up the rest of the uniform. Underneath each name sat a small design depicting a king's crown, representing all the hard work and dedication that went into playing for such a prestigious team.
The warm smell of clean laundry washed over Scott as he carefully inspected each uniform for stains or rips, ensuring they were perfect for his team before finally folding them up neatly into crisp squares and returning them to their rightful places within each locker. As he finished up, Scott couldn't help but feel proud of himself knowing that he was able to provide a service to his team that not many people could, and with that thought firmly planted in his mind he made his way back onto the court where Jada practiced -- ready take on whatever else she had planned for him next.
Chapter 2- Ab workout.
"Fuck Jada all of you?" Scott asked almost pleadingly. He would be lying if he said the idea was not extremely erotic to him, but he was also quite scared at the same time. "I don't know."
Jada smiled seductively as she leaned in toward him, her hand cupping his face. "You know you want to," she whispered, her fingers gently tracing the curve of his jawline. Scott's heart thudded heavily against his chest as the intensity of the moment ramped up. He knew what was coming and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement flooding through him all at once.
"Yes mistress," he finally replied with a nod, unable to deny her demand any longer. Jada released a deep sigh of satisfaction before gesturing for them to move into the main room where a pillory had been set up in the middle. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he realized that this would be where they would perform their ab workout -- with Scott in the center of it all strapped tightly into a medieval contraption while the entire team took turns strap on fucking him!
"How long?" Scott asked, Jada was still running her hands over his hair gingerly.
"Four minutes each. Thats good enough for an ab workout." Jada said, looking down at him.
"That's going to be over an hour!" Scott belched out, letting the words spill from his mouth like a waterfall of fear, anxiety, excitement, and longing all at the same time.
Jada nodded her head and smiled before giving his face one last tender caress. "It's time," she said before leading him toward the pillory. Scott felt his heart pounding as Jada gently assisted him in positioning himself exactly right so that he was properly strapped into the metal contraption. He could feel the cold metal biting against his skin as it pinched and pulled him tight, the sensation sending waves of anticipation throughout his entire body. Even though he knew it would be uncomfortable and strenuous, Scott couldn't deny how thrilling the experience was for him -- it felt like he was getting ready to do something naughty yet exciting all at once. His breathing grew heavy as Jada locked him tightly into place before finally stepping away with a satisfied smirk on her face; it was clear to both of them that this wasn't going to be an easy workout, but if Scott wanted to prove himself to her and truly be part of the team then this is what he had to do.
Scott moved his hands as little as he could, trying to scratch his itchy nose inches away. Every time he found himself unable to itch and in bondage, something was itching him. It was always like this, but he knew it was just the nerves and excitement of what he was about to do and nothing more.
Jada laughed as she watched it, walking over to see his hands flicking toward his craning face. She leaned in, scratching from his brow down to the tip of his nose.
"Ready, loser?" she asked, stepping back a bit to admire her handiwork.
Scott was bound in the pillory, his legs shackled to the large base and his head and arms placed into the stockade part. He wore no shirt, leaving his soft tanned skin open for view; not that anyone could see it who wasn't part of the team. His low-riding tear-away silky basketball pants clung tight against his toned physique as he tried to shift around to adjust himself, each movement causing a dull pain due to the position of the pillory. The button snaps on the sides of his pants made a slight rustling noise every time he moved. His arms were bound tightly in front of him which made any sort of reach or movement impossible and incredibly uncomfortable. Despite his bound state however, there was an unmistakable glint in Scott's eye -- something that told Jada that deep down he was enjoying this naughty little game they were playing together. He loved being the sixteenth person on the team, and the only boy.
