That Time the Women’s Basketball Team Pinned Me Down and Pegged Me in the Lockeroom

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I’m Matt, and this is the story of how I got caught cheating by my girlfriend Tessa. Actually, it’s about what she did to me after finding out. After she found her proof of my affair, she didn’t let on. Instead, she called me to meet her in the locker room after one of her basketball games – something we did quite often for some hot sex. She would prop open the backdoor, I’d sneak inside, and once the other players had left, we’d have wild sex on the lockerroom bench. The taste and smell of her post-game sweat drove me crazy, while she loved the risk of getting caught.

But this time, things took an unexpected turn when I entered the locker room. Tessa wasn’t alone; there were four other girls still in their sweaty uniforms, not yet showered. Confusion and panic consumed me, thinking they were going to rat me out for being in the girls’ locker room. Tessa noticed my reaction and reassured me that it was all good – the other girls just wanted to watch us fuck. It felt weird, but I decided to go along with it. Tessa was extremely sexually adventurous, and she always pushed boundaries. And let’s face it – I was a young, horny dude with raging hormones who wasn’t about to turn down sex.

Tessa’s hands were rough as she ripped off my clothing, exposing me to her team. She grabbed my growing arousal, rubbing it relentlessly as I squirmed in discomfort and shame. But before I could protest or shield myself, the other girls descended on me like a pack of wolves. They pushed me down onto a bench, leaving my bare backside vulnerable and unprotected. Despite my struggles, their athleticism overpowered me and they forced me into submission. Two of them took pleasure in punching my stomach, causing me to double over and collapse onto the bench. They pinned me down and spanked my exposed buttocks with force while I writhed and fought to break free. My pleas for mercy only seemed to fuel their sadistic enjoyment. It wasn’t until one of them grabbed and squeezed my testicles while delivering more painful smacks with her other hand that I finally surrendered, completely broken beneath them.

A black hood was pulled over my head, and I was confused by it—it didn’t obstruct my vision since there were openings for my eyes, mouth, and nose. Then I noticed—two of the girls had taken out their phones and began recording. I attempted to object, but one of Tessa’s friends hit me squarely in the jaw. As blood filled my mouth, I figured it would be best to remain silent for now.

With her friends pinning me down, Tessa’s voice was like ice. She spoke with a calm and calculated tone as she explained my betrayal. My body was tense and my heart raced as I awaited my punishment. Tessa made it clear that this would be a lesson I would never forget, but also promised that if I could make it through, I could still be her boyfriend.

Fear overtook my entire being as I realized the girl’s basketball team planned to sexually assault me. Tessa had given me an out: she said if I didn’t want it to happen, she would let me leave and never see her again. However, in that moment, I couldn’t even remember my own name, let alone make a rational decision. If I could think straight, I probably would have given full consent because my biggest fantasy was about to come true. Sure, there would be pain, but who was I to complain? I was completely naked, at the mercy of my gorgeous girlfriend and her equally attractive teammates who were all dripping with sweat and eager to have their way with me.

Then it happened, and although my outlook may have changed, Tessa and her friends were determined to move forward with their plan. So she and the other players took turns holding me down and pegging me with strapons.

If the image of a group of female basketball players pinning down a hooded naked man and using strapons on him in a locker room seems familiar, it may be because you’ve watched it before. Despite the girls’ promise to keep their videos private among themselves, one of the two clips taken on their phones somehow ended up online, and I’ve stumbled upon it numerous times on different websites. I won’t reveal where to find it though.

Tessa was the first one to violate my virgin hole. She leaned in and whispered that she loved me as I felt her tip pressing, then forcing its way in. I know I screamed as she continued to push further, further in. I remember those first thrusts, it felt like my hole must have been ripped open, there was no way it could take that big, thick monster of a cock without. And yet, I also remember the intense pleasure each time she hit my spot – each time thinking I couldn’t take another, each time knowing I needed her to never stop. I didn’t have to worry about that part, because as soon as she did stop and pull out, one of the other girls took her place.

They went at me with no mercy as I screamed and cried, taking my punishment. They had a variety of strapon cocks, each one providing new intensity. Despite the pain, I began to feel pleasure as they continuously pounded my prostate, streams of cum spilling out of my cock.

My most reviled moment came after Tessa had already taken me twice. She withdrew from me, and as another girl entered my ass with her strapon, Tessa circled around to my face and ruthlessly shoved her cock into my mouth. The debasement of being forced to give a blowjob to a massive strap-on would have been heinous enough, but the taste of my own ass on it made me retch violently. As with the rest of this brutal lesson, there was no mercy in sight as she yanked my hair and forced me to take the repugnant beast all the way, relentlessly pounding the back of my throat while I choked and gagged, saliva and tears streaming down my face in a pitiful display of degradation. Tessa and her friends ruthlessly laughed, pointing to my erection as proof I was enjoying their sadistic treatment.

Each of them had their own unique approach, but to be honest, I couldn’t keep track of who was inside me. It was as if I entered a different mental space, often referred to as “subspace,” where everything else faded away and it was just me in the midst of an intense battle between pleasure and pain. It’s hard to put into words, but that was my first experience with anything penetrating my ass, and the sensation was overwhelming. The rough and unyielding thrusts from the angered women initially caused me pain and humiliation, but as the assault continued, I surrendered to a combination of painful pleasure and humbly accepted my role.

With a turn of their bodies, they flipped me over onto my back. One girl, her skin slick with sweat, straddled my face and guided my tongue to her drenched pussy. The taste of her mixed with the musky scent of arousal filled my senses. From behind me, another girl lifted my legs over her shoulders and re-entered my now gaping hole. As they switched positions, each one took turns writhing and moaning on top of me until they reached orgasm. My tongue was starting to cramp, but I was afraid to speak up for fear of their punishment. Just as I couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a small complaint, the girl currently in my ass thrust harder and deeper, painfully making it clear that I needed to remember not to talk again. It was almost unbearable, but I knew I had to endure the pain if I wanted to survive this experience.

After the intense session, I was left exhausted and messy from being penetrated so much. Tessa took advantage of my weakened state and put a chastity cage on my penis. I had no energy or will to resist as she and the other girls adjusted the metal device around my manhood and locked it in place. The coolness of the metal against my skin served as a reminder of my new position as her submissive.

This encounter changed our relationship dynamic, bringing us closer in a twisted way. Despite the humiliation and pain, I found pleasure in being utterly dominated by the women’s basketball team. And after that day, I found a whole new type of pleasure from being her caged boyfriend. It added a new level of excitement to our sexual encounters. It meant I was willing to do anything, and I do mean anything, for her to unlock me and allow me to fuck. And while she often unlocked me to satisfy our mutual desires, not being able to pleasure myself or engage with others only made the eventual release more intense. Tessa held the key for a couple more years before we decided to part ways. Although I craved more freedom in my relationships, I still look back fondly on those times with Tessa, especially all the pegging sessions that followed that first gangbang.

Sincerely,

Matt