CHAPTER 7
All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Rufus stared at the contract Marina had made with the Regional Netball League in disbelief, his jaw dropped as he read through the terms and conditions. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - being hired as a general servant for the college netball team for three whole weeks while they were on tour! He shuddered when he thought that they would be going to regions of the country where the new laws had not been enacted yet. He would be a standout unique freak for the public. It was surreal, but Marina thought the money was too good to pass up. Of course, he would not see any of this transaction. As a slave, he was forbidden to handle money unless he had a note from one of his owners.
The bus ride out of town was tense, everyone secretly taking in their new companion. Rufus had been briefed about his duties and responsibilities, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it all. They had warned him that the rule of his perpetual nudity would be upheld. Even though he had a lot of practice at this, he had still not fully adapted to his state of exposure. It was largely the little reminders that kept him aware of his altered state; when it drizzled outside, he could feel water droplets everywhere - thighs, stomach, chest, buttocks- all the zones of his sensory landscape that were previously shielded, feeling a fly land on his buttocks while lying prone, feeling the sun on his nipples when it was hot, feeling his erection move, unrestrained by garments, feeling an isolated pocket of warmth on his balls appear out of nowhere when a girl would casually cup his jewels. It was these regular reminders that would never let him reset his mind back to his 'pre-slavery' state.
As the bus continued its journey, Rufus couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and even a tinge of humiliation. This unique experience pushed his boundaries and tested his limits, as he braved the physical sensations on his bare skin amidst the girls who paid him no mind.
Rufus, not allowed to use the furniture, stood in the aisle of the bus, his naked flesh exposed to the elements, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and humiliation wash over him. As someone opened a window, a rush of air brushed against his bare thighs, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Each bump and jolt sent waves of sensitivity rippling through his entire body, making him acutely aware of his vulnerable state. When the bus suddenly stopped as he gripped the back of a chair, he briefly felt the soft caress of a girl's blouse as she fell forward.
Looking around at the chatting and laughing girls who surrounded him, Rufus couldn't help but feel an unbearable mix of emotions. The warmth radiating from their clothed bodies only served to accentuate his inferiority. Now and then, a stray hand or arm brushed against his bare chest or buttocks, the brief contact sending electric tingles coursing through his being. Their curious gazes felt like piercing lasers, as their eyes shamelessly traced every curve and contour of his nakedness.
With each passing moment, Rufus's awareness heightened to unprecedented levels. He became hyper-attuned to even the smallest touches and sensations that previously went unnoticed. An unexpected touch or playful cupping of his genitals from behind brought forth waves of arousal that mingled with overwhelming feelings of exposure and vulnerability. The constant reminders of his perpetual nudity kept him firmly rooted in this altered reality, where he felt stripped down mentally as well as physically.
As the bus continued its journey, Rufus couldn't escape the mix of excitement tinged with deep nervousness and a profound sense of degradation. This unique experience pushed him far beyond his comfort zone and tested every ounce of resilience within him, as he braved the physical sensations on his bare skin amidst the girls who paid him no mind, further intensifying his feelings of embarrassment and exposure, but he could still feel their eyes roaming over his body appreciatively. His cock twitched as he caught one girl openly staring, her mouth slightly open, another secretly pinched her nipples when no one was looking.
Before the coach departed, when all the girls were seated and ready to go, Miss Peters, the coach made it clear to the girls that Rufus was there for their pleasure and convenience. "He's here to serve the girls," she announced, her voice flat but her eyes hungry. The girls giggled, some clapping their hands in glee while others leaned across from their seats and ran their fingers down his chest and ass. He felt his face redden as he blushed but tried his best to maintain composure.
Once the coach had left the suburbs, now on the motorway, 2 girls had him lay down on an empty seat, his head in a girl's lap as she stroked his hair while another sucked him off. The feeling of her saliva on his cock was unexpected, but he couldn't deny how exciting it felt.
The first few days of the tour were filled with similar experiences - being used as a toy for the girls' pleasure at every turn. During practice sessions, they would line up to take turns playing with his cock or squeezing his balls. In between games, they'd have him stand next to them while they gossiped and bantered amongst themselves, casually rocking his balls back and forth, or playing with his erect cock. Some would just glide their open palm over his body, exploring areas otherwise not accessible. During meals, they'd make him stand nearby allowing his privates to be played with as they chatted amongst themselves. The constant stimulation was both exhilarating and exhausting. On no occasion did any of the girls engage him in conversation or invite him to join a discussion. No girl ever asked for his permission before invading his privacy or enquiring as to his welfare.
One morning, Sandy Milford, the assistant coach, a pretty 25-year-old with freckles and long legs, dressed him up in a tiny uniform consisting of thin leather straps that crossed his body making his pale body look like it was partially trussed. It did not cover his erection, or jewels, making him feel even more exposed.
A 10-foot lead was attached to a loop near his navel. This was his uniform as the team 'mascot'. He was paraded twice around the field before the game began. The opposing team laughed at his appearance thinking he was a joke. Little did they know what was coming.
As the game progressed, Rufus watched from the sidelines, helpless to do anything but support the girls from afar. The girls played amazingly well; their skills honed from months of practice. They scored goal after goal, pushing the other team further into despair. But it was when the game was finished, and the girls were cheering when Isabel Morov, the captain grabbed Rufus roughly by the hair and dragged him onto the field. "Show them our style of sportsmanship!"
The opposing team couldn't help but stare as Rufus reluctantly walked to the centre of the playing field feeling the subtle swing of his erect cock. The opposition team were invited, one by one to shake his cock like a hand to say 'goodbye'. This was probably one of the most humiliated and ridiculed he had ever felt in his life. He couldn't help seeing in the corner of his eye, a scurry of movement in the stands, as several adults were frantically guiding their elderly relatives away in a hurry.
As night fell, they piled back onto the bus, exhausted but victorious. Rufus was handed more orders - to turn his back on the girls while Joe Peters massaged their sore muscles. Even though they were only partially unclothed, he was explicitly told, that if he were to see them being massaged, it would be considered a sexual assault. Later he was told to serve them drinks and snacks and to make sure they were comfortable for the long journey ahead. He tried to imagine the feel of their soft skin under his hands, or the taste of their sweat on his tongue while he heard the sound of their giggles and laughter echoing through the bus. This was his life now - serving these beautiful athletes, catering to their every want and need. He had never imagined he could feel more exposed, ridiculed and degraded than he felt now, but another part of him revelled in the attention and even the humiliation. This was an incongruity that he was not able to resolve.
The next day, they arrived at another small town for another game. The rival team this time was much bigger and stronger, but that didn't stop them from using Rufus as a distraction. He was paraded around in the mascot uniform, his rock-hard cock jiggling with every step. The other team laughed and jeered at him, but it only made him harder. When they started the game, he was once again used as a distraction, bouncing around the edges of the field with his erection bobbing and swinging to and fro. Jo Peters introduced a new idea to enhance the distraction; she had Rufus spanked on his bare arse every time the opposing team scored a goal. With the sound of his moaning in pain in the background, the opposing forwards felt guilt knowing that they were responsible for his pain, and unconsciously reduced the intensity of their attack.
All Jo Peters wanted when she had Rufus spanked, was for the girls to win. And win they did, thanks in part to his distracting presence on the field.
After the game, exhilarated and sweaty, in the changing rooms, they told Rufus to turn the other way while they stripped off their uniforms and threw them at him, telling him to wash and iron them all before they left.
Rufus was getting used to the obscene disparity in modesty standards between him and females. Their modesty was to be protected at all times while he had no privacy at all. He had not seen any of the girls' bodies, other than legs from below the knee level and arms. If he were to accidentally compromise their modesty most slightly, it would be considered to be a serious infraction, yet he was offered no privacy or modesty, plus the girls were free to fondle and probe his exposed body as they wished.
As he washed. and ironed their uniforms, he could feel the radiant heat of the iron softly warm his abdomen and upper thighs.
