I'm back after almost five years! I lost every login associated with this site, but I finally found it!
This is the 1st entry in a new 5 or 6 part series. As usual it starts off a little slow, but will get more explicit in the later entries. I will be adding new chapters to my original series "Old Friends New Beginnings" soon. They are written, but I want to go back and clean them up a little bit, as they haven't been touched in a while.
This series is a pure fantasy based on some of my experiences during college. It is a femdom story, with elements of blackmail, humiliation, group femdom, and forced feminization. Feedback is always appreciated.
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"Alright man, I gotta head out."
"No worries bro." I shoved my laptop into my backpack and stepped around the desk, accepting the red lifeguard tube and rapping fists with Jon. "Take it easy."
It was 7:45pm on a Tuesday; Jon and I were on the closing lifeguard shift at our college's aquatic center. Technically, we were always supposed to have a minimum of 2 guards on duty, but at this hour, we usually only had one or two dedicated lap swimmers, and we'd gotten permission for Jon to leave early so he could make it to a late lab.
I sat down in the lifeguard stand and idly scanned the pool. This was a good gig, for the most part. During the week, almost everyone who came into the pool was either on an athletic team or with an exercise class, which meant they followed the rules and knew how to swim. The pay was some of the best for a student on campus, too, since we had to be certified. Working the closing shift also had a couple of other...benefits.
As 8:00 approached, the swimmers finished their laps and exited the pool, all of them without having to be told. I nodded goodbye and chatted with a few regulars as they passed. By 8:00, the pool was empty, and I set my tube aside for a hose and squeegee, slowly walking around the pool deck, hosing down the tile and wiping the excess towards the drains. As I rolled the hose back up into it's locker, my heart started to beat faster, as it always did.
I took a stroll through the mens locker room, making sure the lockers were shut, showers were off, and collecting a few stray items for the lost and found. I flicked the lights off and locked the door to the pool deck, then entered the women's.
"Hello?!" I called before I stepped in. "Lifeguard! Anyone still in here?" When no one replied, I continued in and did my sweep. As I walked back towards the pool deck, I paused, my steps slowing. I always had a second of hesitation, even if I never heeded it.
Within the public locker rooms were separate, smaller locker rooms for the schools swimming and diving teams. They were protected by a door with keypad lock so that swimmers could keep clothes and gear stored safely. At the beginning of the semester, I had heard one of the assistant coaches idly remark that the codes were the same for both the men's and women's team locker rooms, so that coaches and trainers could remember them more easily. With that knowledge, it wasn't hard for me to get the current code for the men's door; I had swam my first two years of university, and was still good friends with most of the team. I asked one of the captains if he had an extra locker for me to stash some clothes in, since I was at the pool so often to work, and he readily agreed.
I approached the door, and, with a quick glance over my shoulder, entered the code. 4-8-9-7-7. I cracked the door.
"Hello? Anyone still in here?"
No response. Just what I wanted. I stepped in and let the door swing shut behind me. The private locker room opened into a short bank of showers, followed by a few bathroom stalls, before turning a corner into an open area with lockers on the walls and some benches and mats in the center of the room. I left the lights off until I got to the lockers; the cleaning crew would come in at 9:00, and while I intended to be gone by then, I had overstayed once or twice in the past and didn't want to leave a light on for them to notice.
I slowly walked the perimeter of the room, tracing my fingers along the cool metal. I stopped at one door and opened, examining it's contents. That particular locker belonged to Abby Wells. Virtually everyone on the team was a knock-out; swimming will get you in shape like no other sport, and you have to have some swagger to be comfortable walking around and competing in a skintight Lycra suit that doesn't leave much to the imagination. Even by the high standards of the team, Abby was a stunner. Tall and thin, with wavy blond hair that dropped past her shoulders and incredibly toned legs. Her breasts were on the small side, but amazingly perky, from what I could tell under her swimsuit.
I reached into the locker and plucked out a pair of Lycra workout shorts from the top of the pile. Carefully turning them inside out, I smiled. The girls team lifted before swimming on Tuesdays, and as the athletes had their own private weight room, many of the girls felt comfortable exercising without underwear on. On the crotch of the shorts was a patch of dried sweat, surrounding a small spot that was still damp. Taking the shorts, I hunted for another locker. Alayna Gajero's locker was another that I visited regularly. Alayna was dark skinned, with thick black hair and an always-present smile. Unlike Abby, Alayna was capital-t thick, with plenty of curves and an amazing ass. I grabbed a pair of swimsuit bottoms out of Alayna's locker, then stripped out of my clothes and sat down on the floor with my back to the wall. Wrapping Alayna's suit around my cock, I lifted Abby's shorts to my face and inhaled deeply. The smell of her sweat with the faintest tinge of her pussy, made me hard immediately. I began to jerk my cock, sliding it through the soft material of Alayna's suit. As I masturbated, I imagined being between Abby's legs, greeting her as she got back from a workout and offering my tongue, tasting her fresh sweat and sweet pussy juice until she pulled my head into her crotch and came over my face.
And then I thought about Alayna, unknowingly wearing a swimsuit that had my cum in it, holding it tight against her pussy, without her ever knowing. Penetrating her in a way she probably didn't even allow her boyfriend or hook ups to experience. Unknowing intimacy. I moaned slightly and began to jerk faster as my orgasm built.
"What the fuck?!"
My eyes flew open, and I scrambled to cover myself or hide- to no avail. Standing in front of me were two extremely outraged women staring at me in shock and disgust. And one of them was Alayna.
I could see the emotions play across her face as she took in the scene, eyes widening as she noticed which lockers were open and what was in my hands.
"You sick mother fucker!" She yelled, taking two quick steps forward and snatching the underwear out from my hands, leaving me crouched on the floor, trying to shield my erection with my hands. She turned her swimsuit bottoms, noticing the drips of pre-cum glazing the fabric. "You fucking shit!" Alayana leaned forward and slapped me across the face. She crowded in, slapping and kicking in a frenzy.
I yelped, trying to shield my face from the blows. They continued to fall for a few minutes before Alayna's companion dragged her away, capturing her arms and shoving her bodily across the room.
"Cut it out!" She barked, getting up in Alayna's face. "Cool off."
She looked back over at me. Meghan was another junior, like me and Alayna; one of the few junior's to be made a team Captain in the teams history. She was a powerhouse in every dimension. Physically, she was tall, rangy, with blonde hair pulled back into a short braid. She always walked with energy, as if she could stride through a brick wall at any moment and not notice. She was a straight-A honors student in a pre-med program and had gone to D1 nationals last year in the 50m and 100m freestyles.
She crossed over to me and crouched in front of me, arms draped loosely over her knees. It was a position of total confidence and control. She looked at me for a moment, chewing on her lip.
"There's a chance that I can stop this from going to the administration," she told me softly. "You haven't hurt anyone, and you know half the team is fucking each other on away meets anyway. I'm sure you're not the first guy to steal a pair of panties. But..." She glanced over her shoulder at Alayna, who was still striding back and forth across the room, muttering angrily under her breath. "There needs to be some punishment. Alayna needs to see you get hurt, or I know she'll go to the coaches. Will you let me try to fix this just between us?"
I nodded silently.
"Ok" She stood and walked back to Alayna, pulling her aside, speaking gently into her ear. Alayna made several sharp, impatient gestures. Finally, after several minutes of discussion, Alayna threw up her hands in apparent surrender and the pair strode back over to me.
"We came to an agreement" Meghan announced. "If you take our offer, we'll keep this incident to ourselves. If you fail any part of your punishment, we'll go right to the coaches. Understood?"
I nodded wordlessly.
"First, you need to be punished. Tonight" Alayna stated, glaring at me. "I'll take care of that."
"Second, we agreed that Abby needs to be informed and given the opportunity to punish you as well," Meghan added. "We'll talk to her tomorrow and determine what that will look like. Finally, this clearly isn't the first time you've done this. So, for the rest of the year, you're our bitch. You're at our beck and call anytime you're not in class or at work. We text you, call you, tell you to do something, you do it, no questions. After the semesters over, you're free and we're even."
