The Deal:

"...so as you can see, it is quite important that we keep this our little secret."
"What's in it for me?" Emily snarls, the gleam in her eyes revealing the potential she saw in this situation.
Jenkins gives a dry smile before continuing "How does a quarter of a million dollars sound?" in a tone that tried to make the tidy sum sound impressive. "And you sign a contract swearing that you won't tell a soul about the truth behind Cindy Morgan."
"Make it half a million. And I want the deed to the house." Emily replied flatly.

Jenkins face barely showed his annoyance at the impetus of the young girl who sat in front of him, laid out on an expensive sofa in the huge living room of the house that his money had paid for. He contemplatively scratches his chin, before plastering another smile on his face "Well I guess she won't be needing it anymore, will she? Hear that, Pumpkin?" Jenkins says turning to what appeared to be a sexy blonde-haired girl, golden skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, naked other than a lacy, black g-string frantically bobbing her wide open mouth up and down the large shaft of his ex-lovers latest boyfriend as her large, exposed breasts jiggled and bounced on her chest. "The deed to your mansion is going to your girlfriend. Sounds like you're going to be sleeping in the cage in my basement a bit longer than we thought!"

Charlie stops his manic bobbing for a moment, his slim, feminine fingers still wrapped around the thick veiny cock, precum and saliva dripping off his full lips, his blue eyes wide with shock and fear at the transaction that just took place. It is at this point, that Emily's new nameless boyfriend gives a few quick pumps of his cock with his hand before shooting a huge load of thick, gooey cum, splattering the load in a dramatic fashion all over the unexpecting girlboy's face. Emily immediately bursts out in a fit of laughter.

"We have a deal, Jenkins."
"Good, I'll send the paperwork to you overnight."
"Sounds great! Now ***-got, lick that cum off your face, crawl over here and eat my pussy out!"Emily growls, spreading her thighs and pointing to her white panties soaked with her own juices.
"Yes, ma'am." Charlie says, his face red, drool dripping off his chin as he lowers his defeated eyes to the floor.




The Coach:

Coach Howard groaned again as he watched what was meant to be his star quarterback botch yet another play, the pigskin whistling in to the seats of the empty Grandstand.

"Coach, Coach watch out, the Owner is coming down... and he doesn't look happy." he heard nervously whispered into his ear by one of his assistants. He couldn't help but give another groan.

It seemed as if the whole training session stopped to see the spectacle of the short and fat Jenkins lumbering down the steep Grandstand stairs. "Howard, when I gave you your job, you said you were going to win me football games! What the hell is happening out there! Do you know how much money I've put in this team, and we still might not make the play-offs!?"

"Me!? You're blaming me!?! Ever since you took on our best player as a God-damned sex slave the whole team has been going to ****!! That's the reason we've lost three matches in a row!!" Howard screams at the top of his lungs, his face a beet red as he waves his finger in Jenkins face.

"Oh, she's the problem, is she!?" Jenkins screams back, pointing a fat finger directly at the girl just wearing a sports bra and far-too-revealing bike shorts. The words 'sex slave' are still echoing around the vast stadium, making Charlie shift nervously and claw at his tight leather collar as he felt all the eyes at training turn to him. "Bitch, get over here now!"

Charlie takes a few steps before Jenkins illustratively points a finger down. The beautiful girl gulps and looks down to hide his suddenly burning red cheeks as he slowly lowers his body to the ground and begins to crawl to Jenkins. Laughs, covered smiles and whispered comments slowly make their way through the large group of girls who all stop and stare at their quarterback slowly crawling across the field to her Master.

The girl is blinking back tears by the time he reaches the feet of Jenkins, where he raises himself up to his knees and places his hands behind his head, in what was the position to be taken when awaiting new orders. His whole body went red in embarrassment as he felt every eye glued to the scene. "The Coach has told me you've been playing poorly. Is that true?"

Looking up at Jenkins and Howard looming over him, he saw the futility in lying. "Yes, Sir."

"I see. Well, you've been doing all your exercise. And then some..." Jenkins says with a leer, making it obvious what that extra exercise had consisted of doing, or more specifically, doing to him. "And I have been serving all the food the nutritionist recommended in your doggie bowl every night." This resulted in another round of laughter, although, it was the few shocked gasps that Charlie heard that probably hurt the most. "Maybe all you need is a bit of encouragement. Coach, how many errors did Morgan make in the last match?"

The Coach, wearing a confused look across his face, glances to the clipboard in his hand before replying "Eight unforced errors."

"Okay, for that Bitch," Jenkins says a little excited by the idea that just popped in his head, promptly clips a stainless steel leash to the collar of his slave. "you are going to get eighty spanks on your ass. What do you think?"

Thank you, Mr. Jenkins, your slave deserves to be punished." Jenkins well-trained slave replies softly and demurely.

The whole team and training staff stand shocked, their eyes glued to the short, fat man leading a beautiful girl by a leash to the nearest woo den bench, draping her over his knees, tugging her elastic bike shorts high up over her ass, making the girl squeal and squirm in discomfort before he bought down the first of eighty hard, vicious spanks on her plump, tanned behind.

"Call them out, Slut."

A blubbering and whimpering Charlie, his long, smooth legs kicking uselessly in the air testing Jenkins grips on the bike shorts being pulled high up the girlboy's ass, revealing a red handprint slowly starting to form on her behind, manages to cry out "That's one, sir!"





The Take Down:

Reinhold smiles to himself as the photos slowly make their way around the large board room table. Each time a member of the Board took the glossy photos and looked at them for the first time, they immediately made a startled face, blushing to a bright red and shifting in their seats uncomfortably before passing the photos to their next victim.

"As you can see, gentlemen, we have an opportunity here. What are we going to do about it?" Reinhold says coldly to the six men shuffling nervously around the table in front of him.

"We could blackmail her with the photos! Make her play for us! She's a great player! She has the most touchdown assists in the League, and did you know she hasn't made an error in three weeks? Amazing!"

Reinhold just gives a cold stare to the youngest and most enthusiastic member of the Board, a look that quickly wipes the smile off the young executive's face.

"Don't be stupid, then that fat prick Jenkins could just blackmail us. No, that's the person I want to take down. Jenkins has used every dirty tactic in the book for years to get ahead anyway he could, no matter who he stepped on. Well not this time. This time is our chance, this time Jenkins is going down!" Reinhold snarls, slamming his fist on the table, making everyone around him give a little startled jump. "Now I want to hear how we're going to do it, I want to know how we're going to take Jenkins out once and for all!" Reinhold says sharply, the look in his eyes revealing his anger over Jenkins and his raw desire for revenge against him.

Brody just smiles when the series of photos of the gorgeous Cindy Morgan is placed in front of him. He flicks through the photos lazily, soaking in her wide curves, perky breasts and golden skin. Brody gives a hint of a smile as the next photo reveals the gorgeous girl begin to strip in front of a couple having sex. If someone in the room had been acutely focused on Brody, maybe they would have seen his eyebrows raise a fraction in surprise as the next photo has Morgan slipping her red thong to her ankles, unveiling a tiny, thumb-sized penis in between her tanned thighs. Brody's expression hardly changes as he works his way through the photos, seeing the best player in the League jerking off into her own panties to what Brody understood was his girlfriend, being fucked hard by another man, before he crawls across the room and begins licking the couple out as they make passionate love on his bed.

"I think I've got an idea." Brody says slowly. "We can't reveal the photos, well, because, how do we explain why we were spying on the League's best player?" Brody says with a cool smile, giving a cursory look around the room before looking back at Reinhold. "But, what about if we just reveal Morgan's secret? I mean, we are almost definitely going to play them first week of play-offs, right?" he says with a chuckle. "We could make it look like an accident. And I think they'd be more than a few witnesses that night."

Reinhold's eyes light up when he hears the idea. "That's good, Brody, that's very, very good. Call the lawyer's, I want to know exactly what we'll need to link Jenkins to Morgan before we pull off this little stunt."





The New Life:

Charlie was glad to hear the doorbell ring throughout Jenkins' mansion, giving an opportunity to escape the groping hands and prying fingers of Jenkins' guests.


The first thing that Mr. and Mrs. Henderson noticed about the young girl who answered the door was the shiny black maid's outfit, complete with collar and headdress, that left her large breasts completely exposed. Two nipple clamps were biting into her brown nipples harshly, her breasts being pulled painfully by silver chains attached to the clamps, connected to what looked like a heavy silver tray holding some champagne flutes.

"Hello, welcome to the party. Would you like a glass of champagne?" she said in a quiet, but still pained voice, indicating the fine glass flutes on the tray tugging at her breasts with a little nod of her head.
"Thank you, young lady, that would be very nice." The graying but still refined Mrs. Henderson says, noticing for the first time that the girls hands were tied behind her back by thick leather cuffs, making her wonder how she even managed to open the heavy woo den doors. "How did you-"
"I'm a well-trained slave, ma'am. Mr. Jenkins has been very... diligent in my training."
"I can see that..." Mr. Henderson says, his eyes wandering up and down the girl, noticing the extremely short skirt of the outfit didn't cover the bottom of her butt cheeks, let alone the top of the girls slutty fishnet stockings.

Charlie shuffled nervously under the leer of the Henderson's for a moment before continuing "Would you like to follow me to the rest of the party?"

"Of course, my dear." Mrs. Henderson says through her curious smile.

The older couple stared intently at the girl's behind swaying from side to side in front of them as they followed her as she moved slowly on her six inch black stiletto heels, carefully trying to balance the heavy tray filled with expensive champagne, only wincing and whimpering occasionally as the heavy tray pulled at her sensitive nipples mercilessly. After some careful observation, the Henderson's agreed that the girl was not wearing panties under her barely-there Maid uniform.


"Jonathan! Martha! So glad you could make it!" Jenkins says with a smile, struggling out of his low leather lounge so he could shake hands with one, and give a soft kiss on a cheek to the other. "So what do you think of my latest acquisition? Quite the beauty, isn't she?"
"You can say that again!"
"Oh, get a hold of yourself, Jon!" Mrs. Henderson says with a smile and a playful nudge to the ribs of her husband.
"I've seen all the pictures in the magazine, but she is even better in real life!"

"I'm glad you think so, Jonathan, because you've come at the perfect time, everyone's getting ready for the main event in the Dining Room as we speak." Jenkins says excitedly, rubbing his hands together before moving behind the sexy maid and unlocking the thick, leather cuffs binding her wrists, freeing her gloved hands. "But first, let me show you two something I think you might be very interested in. Slave, remove your tray."

"Yes, Sir." Charlie says quietly, his eyes staring at the floor intently, doing his best to ignore the conversation about him. He bit his lip as he unclasped the first clamp, pain exploding through his chest as the blood rushed back into to his large, bruised and abused nipple. The releasing of the second clamp resulted in another pained dance as the slave squirmed and shuffled on the spot frantically as she tried to deal with the pain radiating through his tender breasts, bringing a smile to the three older people in front of him.

"Good girl. Now present to Mrs. Henderson."

Charlie couldn't help a quiet, disappointed groan escaping between his plump lips before he gives a shy "Yes, Sir."Taking the lace hemline of his almost non-existent skirt between his slim fingers, he takes a deep breath before slowly raising the skirt revealing a miniscule penis, trapped in an extremely small and tight chastity cage, with a black and lacy bow tied in a ribbon around it.

Mrs. Henderson immediately puts a hand over her mouth as her jaw drops.

"Cindy Morgan is a man!?!" Mr. Henderson shouts in exclaim.
"The smallest man I've ever seen!" Mrs. Henderson cries out.
"You're not wrong, the chastity cage had to be specially made, the smallest manufactured cages slipped right off!"

Mrs. Henderson took the tiny nub between her thumb and forefinger and gives a close inspection to the small cage holding the small penis of the squirming, shuffling slave. "No need to be embarrassed, Cindy, you have a very cute little tinkie here." she says smiling, before giving a glance to Jenkins proudly standing over her shoulder. "Very impressive, Jenkins, I would have never guessed. Reinhold will have this done to your cock if he ever finds out." She says with a laugh, before turning her eyes back to the cockette in between her fingers, moving it from side to side to see it from all angles while Charlie just felt ridiculous as he still held up his skirt for the woman.

"That idiot? He couldn't find sand in the Sahara. Come, the other guests are waiting for us."

"Of course." Mrs. Henderson says, giving one more fascinated gaze at the tiny, caged nub before turning back to Jenkins. "So what is the Main Event we're just in time for anyway?"

"You'll see." The bald man says as an evil smile spreads across his lips before he barks "Bitch! To the Dining Room! And don't bother lowering that skirt."

"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir." Charlie says demurely, before slowly walking into the large room, his exposed breasts bouncing, his flaccid, shrunken cock completely on display, before his eyes rise from the floor and then go wide in shock as he see's the large, crowded room filled with naked men and women, most already jerking their hard, glistening cocks or with fingers plunging deep in their pussy's in preparation.


"Slave, these are my friends. You're not walking out of this room until you have serviced every single one of them in a manner they see fit. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well, if you understand, why aren't you on your hands and knees begging for cock!" Jenkins yells, shoving the girlboy to the ground in front of a group of men, their thick cocks bouncing in the slave's face.
"Gentlemen, would you like to fuck my ass or my mouth?" he manages to stammer out, looking at the cocks in wide-eyed fear.
"Ass!!" The three men say almost in unison before giving each other a series of angry glances.

Mrs. Henderson just laughs, before she reaches under her evening gown and pulls down her lace panties. "Well, I know what you can do with your mouth. Get over here, Bitch!"




The Spies:

"Oh Christ, we're going to need some more film."
"What? What is she- he- what is it doing!?"
"Pass me the film, quickly!!"

Stephen fumbles through the bag in front of him before producing a roll of film and slapping it into the open hand of Ryan, whose eyes have not left the viewfinder of his telescopic camera for a moment. "Now will you tell what's going on!?" he whines.

"They've dragged him to the middle of the big table, and- yep, there goes the Maid's uniform!" With the fresh roll in place, Ryan begins to click furiously, filling the small space of the van. "Jesus fucking Christ, he's jerking off two guys, got his tongue inside some women and it looks like-"

Suddenly, Stephen hears a muffled scream that emanates from Jenkins' mansion and echoes across the large emerald lawn.

"Yep, they're fucking him up his ass. Looks like they're doing it hard, too." Ryan says, his fingers starting to get tired from the furious clicking of his camera. "Heh, look at him kick and squeal." Ryan says smiling as he hands the camera with the long lens to his partner. Stephen looks quickly, seeing the image of a blonde hair girl being taken on all sides, while a circle of men were jerking off their cocks, splattering hot strings of cum all over Morgan's tight ass and back.

"Oh my God..."
"I know right. Wait to Reinhold shows the whole world the real Cindy Morgan." Ryan says with a dry smile as he grabs the camera back and looks through the viewfinder to see a crying Morgan covered head-to-toe in thick loads of cum.








*****


Even locked away in his private dressing room, Charlie could still hear the buzz of the crowd as they cheered and clapped and waited for the big play-off. The excitement and anticipation for the game had been tangible.
Charlie's long legs fidgeted legs as he sat, staring at the clock, wanting somehow for time to speed up so he could sprint out of the Changing Rooms and onto the field. He had dressed in the matching pink panty and bra outfit that he now called his uniform ten minutes ago, not being able to wait to run out on to the field and win this game. He recalled miserably that this skimpy and revealing uniform was probably the least revealing, most demure outfit he had worn all week. He didn't want to think of the amount of cock he had had in his mouth, or the amount of times that he had been fucked painfully up the butt, all that he was trying to concentrate on was the biggest game of his career. He didn't care if no one respected the athleticism of the Lingerie League, or that only drunken frat guys seemed to care about it at all. In a thought that was not even fully realized by Charlie, he wanted to prove he was more than just a fucktoy for an old, fat man- he was a great football player and a sensational Quarterback and he was going to prove that tonight.

Charlie was thoroughly lost in thought, running every play through his mind, so much so that it was only the second set of much louder knocking at his door that broke his concentration. Charlie looked at the door nervously. He had requested that no one disturb him thirty minutes before the game, and usually when you're the star player and the lover of the owner of the team, those requests are respected. So Charlie gave a deep sigh, standing before brushing the long tresses of his blonde hair back over his shoulders, before adjusting the tight, pink bra that held his two large breasts, knowing that it was probably Jenkins' waiting for him behind that door. His owner.

With sweaty, nervous hands, Charlie twists the silver knob of the door and opens it a crack. He is surprised not to see the old, bald Jenkins, but instead a woman with gorgeous olive skin and long, wavy black hair that framed her two huge tits almost falling out of her tight and low cut dress. She bites her plump lips and twirls a strand of her hair around her finger as she looks him up and down with a look of want on her face. Charlie instantly feels the blood rush to his cock as he gives a similar look back.

"Hi." The beautiful woman says softly. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Charlie mutters back, all of a sudden nervous about standing in front of a beautiful woman in only bra and panties.
The girl looks behind her at the crowded dressing room, before turning back to whisper "I know you don't know me, but I know all about you..." she says, glancing down at the tight and revealing pink panties. "And... and... it turns me on so much I just had to sneak in here and see you."
"What!?" Charlie didn't know what shocked him more, that someone knew the terrible secret that Cindy Morgan was actually named Charlie, or that a woman as sexy as the one poking her head into his dressing room could find it so sexy.

His mind rattled, filled with questions and scary thoughts of the consequences of being found out. But the cock trapped in his panties throbbed. He had been locked up in a chastity cage for two weeks, only freed thirty minutes ago by Jenkins so his cock could be hidden away in his pink panties. And Charlie knew that it was that cock talking when he said "Sure, come right in." A big, beautiful smile suddenly spread across her gorgeous face before she stepped into the cozy dressing room.

The only words the curvaceous woman bothered to say was "My name's Rosie." before she flung her purse on a table and began fiddling with the straps of Charlie's bra and slipping them off his shoulders before she began lightly licking the top of his brown nipples now peeking over the cups. "Oh, you're just perfect..." the woman said breathily in between her hungry licks.

Her sweet smell, her hot breath on his bare skin, her soft, feminine touch turned on Charlie so much, all he could reply with was a girly moan of pleasure as she rubbed her body against his.

Slowly, she runs a soft hand from his breast, down his flat tummy, and to the front of his lacy panties. Charlie's eyes go wide as he feels raw, sexual pleasure explode across his body as the beautiful Rosie takes the cock straining against his panties in her fingers. "Oh, there he is." she says lustily, before lowering her body, planting a series of soft, sensuous kisses on his toned stomach, making him let out another horny moan. He gives a silent, disappointed whine as he feels the soft fingers manipulating his cock taken away, before he looks down to see the girl with two thumbs at the top of his panties, her large, brown eyes looking up at him with a smile.

Only for a flicker of a moment did Charlie consider protesting, telling the girl he was about to play an important football game, or mention the possibility that someone would hear them. But as the girl dragged the tight panties to his ankles, before carefully peeling off the sports tape hiding his terrible, tiny secret and says to herself "Oh my God... this is so fucking hot!" before running her tongue across her gloss-painted lips, all thoughts disappeared.

It felt like electricity when the girl cupped his balls, and as she gently poked out her tongue, giving a look of raw lust as she looks up at Charlie, before giving a light flick of the tongue on the tip of the rock hard, thumb-sized cock. Charlie thought he was in Heaven. He gave out a long, raw moan as the light, slippery flick of Rosie's tongue made him explode, the light touch enough to send a small, watery load shooting into Rosie's open mouth.

"I'm- I'm sorry- it's been a long time..." Charlie says, blushing a bright red, hugely embarrassed that he could only last a few seconds of this woman's sensual touch..
"No need to explain..." she says in a sultry tone, not breaking eye contact as she licked up the watery cum trickling down her chin, desperately trying to hold back a burst of laughter at the poor boy's performance. "Are you..." she asks, not quite sure how to phrase the question.
"Yeah, yeah, I can go again." Charlie says far too eagerly.
Rosie just gives a sexy smile to the blushing boy in front of her. "Okay, step out of those panties, Sexy Thing." she says with a lick of her lips. Charlie's mind is swimming in sheer sexual delight as he tippie-toes out of the lacey, pink panties bunched at his feet, before Rosie seemingly throws them haphazardly across the room. She gives a silent, satisfied sigh of relief as she see's the panties now draped over her leather purse. She'd been practicing all week throwing panties across rooms, from all different angles, and she was glad that the time spent had paid off.

"Here, sit down. I think I know how to get your-" she almost said the word 'little', and she had to remind herself that, despite how ridiculously true it was, she shouldn't say it to the man she was trying to seduce. "your juicy cock hard again."
Charlie slumped down in his seat, rubbing his soft, sensitive cock, as Rosie raised herself from the floor and began swaying her wide hips , gliding her arms through the air, moving her curvy body to a song no one could hear. She reached behind her, giving a wink that drove Charlie wild, before she slowly unzipped her tight black dress, pulling it down to her feet, revealing a matching black lace bra and panty set and one of the greatest bodies Charlie had ever seen. She did a twirl in her high heels, showing off her full, plump ass left on display by her black G-string.

She gives herself a playful slap on the ass, looking over her shoulder as she says "Do you find me sexy?"
"Oh God yes..."
"I think I can tell..." she says, spinning around and leaning forward, showing off her large tits as she brushes Charlie's hands away and wraps her fingers around his once-again throbbing hard cock. "Here, let me take of this for you..."

Charlie lets go of another girly moan as he feels the fingers on his slimy cock, but when the girl spreads her thighs and pulls her black lace panties to one side, revealing Rosie's tight slit, he feels it coming again. "Noooo...." he groans, as the girl begins to lower herself onto the hard cock. Rosie looks up in surprise as Charlie closes his eyes and moans as he shoots a weak, watery load onto the girls pussy lips.

Inside, Rosie is in hysterics. 'He's cum twice, and he hasn't even made it inside me yet!!' she thinks to herself. She just stood there shocked for a moment, crouching awkwardly over the dickgirl, feeling his juices trickle down her hot lips. Charlie is blushing a furious, deep red, not believing that he was about to have sex with a super model, but could only last for a few seconds. In that moment, he wanted to just disappear.

"I'm so sorry, I really, this- this has never happened bef-"
"Don't worry about it, this happens to every guy at one time or another." she says comforting the boy who was almost in tears, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his burning red cheek.

As Charlie watched the girl climb off of him and began looking for something to wipe the cum dripping down her pussy and inner thighs, her plump, beautiful ass swaying in her tiny, black G-string as she moved across the room, a girl he knew found him sexy, even with his ridiculous new penis, he knew he couldn't just let her leave.

Rosie was digging through her purse, her hand finally emerging with a handful of tissues as Charlie said as coolly as he could "I hope you're not leaving yet." before getting up and moving behind her, grabbing Rosie around her wide hips and planting a series of deep, passionate kisses along her neck.
"Don't you have a big game tonight?"
"Right now, with you in front of me, I couldn't care less." Charlie knew this was a lie. But, he also knew that this could be the last time his cock wouldn't be locked up in the next six months.
Rosie spun around, giving a flattered smile before leaning forward and passionately kissing the beautiful blonde, rolling her tongue around deep in the mouth of the girlboy. She broke the lock of lisps to gasp "Aren't you the Romantic? Go sit down, I think-" before reaching down to fondle and tickle the soft, bald cock "I know just what to do."

Charlie smiled, going in for another deep kiss, before stepping backwards into his seat with a big smile on his face, not breaking eye contact with the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Close your eyes." Rosie said giving a sneaky smile as she demonstratively reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Charlie just gave an excited giggle, before reluctantly closing his eyes. Rosie unclasps her bra and throws it across the room, the lacy garment falling over Charlie's smiling face. As quick as she can, she spins around, picking up Charlie's pink panties, shoving them into her purse before pulling out what looked like an identical pair, and then a roll of sporting tape. She smiled, as she looked back over her shoulder, seeing that the girlboy's eyes were still closed. "No peeking!"

She walked across the room, slipping her G-string to her ankles before straddling Charlie, and shoving her large, swaying breasts in to the blonde's face. He moaned as he began licking on Rosie's big, hard nipples while she grinded her large butt across his hardening cock. She tried to moan, and act like she enjoyed making out with the girlboy, but inside, she was rejoicing that the elaborate plan had worked, and would be receiving Reinhold's six-digit bonus.

A loud knocking suddenly invades the room. "Two minutes, Morgan!" the two hear screamed from the other side of the door.
"I'll be right out!"
Rosie tries to sound disappointed when she says "I guess playtime is over."
"Don't go yet! Make them wait! Don't go without fucking me!" Charlie cries with than a hint of desperation in his voice.

Rosie contemplates for a moment before giving a little smile, rising for a moment before taking Charlie's hard cock and guided it into her tight pussy. She fakes a loud moan to match Charlie's before she begins lifting herself up and down. Charlie's cock is just way too small, slipping out of her snatch on every thrust. Rosie bites her lip as she guides the tiny cock back into her pussy before she begins to grind herself on Charlie's crotch. Rosie can barely feel the cock inside her, and was unsure if their attempt at fucking was doing anything for the girlboy she was straddled over, but after only a few moments, Charlie lets out a long, high-pitched groan, bucking his hips before shooting a third load into her pussy.
"I guess you won't keep them waiting too long.." Cindy whispers breathily as she plants a soft kiss on Charlie's agape mouth, wrapping her tongue around his for a second before pulling herself off him.

Charlie is lying back in his seat, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Inside, he is in paradise, a place of total contentment. The next thing he knows, Rosie is wiping down his slimey, shriveled, soft cock with tissues, before looking up with the sporting tape in her hand. "Here, let me help you, Stud." She unrolls some tape, before carefully placing it over the tiny cock.

"Come on, Morgan, it's one minute to you get on the field!" a muffled voice screams from behind the dressing room door.
Charlie's eyes suddenly open as if a spell had been broken. "Oh ****, I've got to go!" he says, bursting out of his seat before heading towards the door.
"Don't forget these..." Rosie says, still completely naked, her nipples hard atop of her heavy, swaying breasts as she twirls a pair of pink panties around her finger.
Charlie gives another blush, as he looks down to only see a strip of sports tape turning his miniscule cock into a feminine mound. "Thanks..." he says embarrassed, reaching out for the panties.
"No, no, let me." she says, getting back on her knees and stretching the panties at her feet. Charlie steps into them, and Rosie guides them up her legs. "I'll pull them up tight, so the world can see your sexy butt."
Charlie just shuffles slightly on the spot as he feels the lacey panties pulled tight up his ass, before giving a quiet "Thanks."
Rosie smiles, planting kisses on Charlie's body as she stands up, kissing her toned tummy, large breasts and sensitive neck before finally looking into Charlie's eyes "I hope you won't forget me." before giving him another deep, passionate kiss on the mouth.


*****


It was the greatest moment of my life. The moment I emerged from the concrete tunnel and lead my team out on to the field, the crowd erupted in cheers. It sounded like a roar tearing through the cool, clear night, a sound so was so loud that it reverberated through my chest. I smiled and waved and raised my arms to the fans, the flashing of camera lights dizzying, letting their adoration roll through me. I had never felt better; I couldn't help but feel that this is where I belong and what I should be doing. This makes having sex with a model feel forgettable. And as I heard the crowd begin to chant 'Mor-gan!! Mor-gan!! Mor-gan!!' I became even more determined to tear this game apart, win the game and make this the greatest night of my life!


*****

"Is everything in place?"
"Yes, she, ah, he doesn't suspect a thing."
"Excellent work. And what about you, girls?"
The four sexy but athletic woman just turn and look at each other before a moment, before the tall, athletic chocolate-skinned Tanya Roberts stepped forward "We want to help, Mr. Reinhold, tell us what to do."
"Good. Very good. Okay," he looks over his shoulder for a moment, making sure the corridor was clear before he leans in and begins to whisper. "Okay, here's the plan..."

*****

"Scores all tied up with not long to go now! Can Morgan pull another trick out of her hat to get her team another First Down and get up the field!!" The scratchy, metallic voice says over the stadium's speakers.

Not that I really noticed as I studied the defensive outfit in front of me. "Twenty three!! Twenty three!! Hut! Hut! Hut!" I scream before the ball is snapped back to me. I called a play for my Running Back, but instinct quickly took over.

"Morgan passes bac- no, it's a fake! She steps, leaving Holmes grasping at air, oh and more great footwork and a great fend gets her past Stone! Morgan moves up field now- look at her speed! I don't know if anyone- oh here comes Roberts!!"

I could see the End Zone, I could hear the crowd scream, I could feel my long blonde being blown by the wind as I tore up field. It was only the sight of the best defender in the League swooping across the field that I didn't like.

"Morgan steps to the outside and goes for the corner- I think Roberts has her for pace- what a hand-off! Morgan flicks the ball back magically to Wide Receiver Burns! Burns goes for the Touchd- No! Pulled down from behind only a few yards short! Great play by the Princesses! Let's have a look at that unbelievable play by the Queen of Quarterbacks again! What a run! What a pass!"

I give a little grunt when I see Burns dragged down from behind her. I thought we had it! I am bent over and grabbing my hips, taking in deep breaths, the girl who ran me down sucking in air right next to me.

"You're good, Morgan, but you'll never get around me!"
"Whatever, Bitch. Watch me win this thing!" I say with spite as I jog to the huddle forming close to the End Zone. "Okay, girls, I've got them guessing on their left edge. We'll look for the pass to Burns again. Got it!?"
"Got it!" The huddled group of sweaty girls scream back at me.
"Great! Let's do this thing and go home!" I yell, trying to inspire my team, as I give a few slaps on my teammates tight butts as they scurry past me to get in to position.

"You can feel the tension in the air, folks! The Princesses are only a few yards away from another win, and a spot in the Lingerie Bowl! Their opposition desperate to stop them! Let's see if Morgan can get her team over the line one more time..."

I looked over the line of scrimmage, my eyes searching for a way in to the End Zone, seeing what the defense had waiting for me, when I see Roberts making eye contact with me. A look of determination and venom in her eyes as she stares me down. It just gives me an ounce more determination. "Seven-teen!! Seven-teen!! Hut! Hut! Hut!"

"And here we go! The ball to Morgan- she moves back, she moves back, lets her Running Back go through! She's got the ball poised to let go another bullet pass- but who can she pass to!"

I see Burns get knocked to the ground, and I can't see another pass to make. It's only when I see a woman in the corner of my eye burst through the line of scrimmage and charge at me do my instincts kick in. I step sideways, slapping the Defenders outstretched arms away from me with a fend, before I sprint through the hole she just came through. The End Zone is right in front of me now, and as I stretch my arms out to plant the ball on the brightly colored grass, I feel a sickening thud. I am driven sideways, the ball escaping my grass as I am dumped into the grass hard. The breath has been knocked out of me, and white spots are twinkling in my visions, but all I care about is the ball rolling on the grass and the word 'Fumble!' being screamed by the Umpire.

"You deserve everything you're going to get, Whore." I hear whispered in to my ear. I know that voice, and I grimace when I realize it is Roberts who has tackled me, who has body entangled with mine on the ground.

I give a girlish squeal as I feel her strong hands take a tight hold of my panties, lifting it way up my ass crack and causing agonizing pain on my balls before I hear the worst possible sound- the ripping of material. As if in slow motion, I see Roberts throw away the shreds of pink, lacey material, a small strip of sports tape caught up in it, dancing through the night sky before landing next to the feet of the umpire.

"Nooo!" I scream, desperately reaching out for my torn up panties as Roberts keeps me pinned to the ground.


*****

"Rosie here has just made the switch. The panties Morgan will be wearing will look like the rest of her teams, but in reality, the stitching on the seams are almost non-existent and will tear very easily."
The girls in the circle listening to Reinhold's plans light up. "So..."
"So, all you have to do is tackle him and tear away those panties. It should be easy, but you have to make it look like an accident. There may be a bit of tape covering her crotch, but don't worry, it has almost no glue on it, and should be removed easily." Reinhold turns away before spinning back around. "And one more thing: Make sure everyone sees! I want this footage on every sports show across America tonight!"
"No problem, Mr. Reinhold, sounds like a piece of cake." Roberts says, a hint of a smile forming at the corners of her mouth.


*****

I kick and scream and try to fight the girl who is pulling me up from the ground. She puts me in a painful half-nelson, leaving my arms flailing uselessly through the air as she finally heaves me to my feet. The wild cheering of the crowd suddenly stops, replaced by a loud gasp as they see my penis for the first time, with me completely unable to covered it because of the large black woman holding me. The gasps quiet, and for a moment, everything is completely still and silent. That moment of silence ends too soon when the Stadium erupts in flashing lights, as thousands of people begin taking pictures of the spectacle in front of them. I have to look down, the enormous amount of flashing camera lights blinding my teary eyes, forced to see how the session with Rosie has my bald cock look miniscule, shriveled and useless.

"Oh, and it looks like we've had an accident on the ground, but somehow, I don't think the men in the Sta- Oh my God! Morgan is a man!?!?" The metallic voice screams through the Stadium speakers.



*****


I see why Jenkins would want to have this meeting at his mansion when I see the gaggle of reporters and photographers waiting outside his large, wrought iron gate, waiting for any sign of movement from inside the now infamous house. Even as I pull up, they quickly surround my Lexus, taking photographs and asking questions that I can't quite make out through my car's thick, tinted windows. I am thankful when the iron gate slowly opens, so I can make my way up the long, winding driveway to the large mansion.

I must admit to being nervous as I park my car and move to Jenkins' large, double doors before I rattled the large door knocker. The last half-a-dozen times I had knocked on this door, a person calling themselves Cindy Morgan opened the door in a very skimpy Maid's outfit. Somehow, I didn't think that was going to be appropriate, as I look over my shoulder to see photographers at the gate, and top of vans, some climbing high up in to the trees looking over the tall brick walls around Jenkins' property.

A young girl, probably just turned eighteen years old, but with the rolling body of a woman in her short uniform and plunging neckline, opens the door. I breathe a sigh of relief before I introduce myself to Jenkins' new maid. "I am Mr. Selfridge, Mr. Jenkins lawyer, I have come to meet with him."
The girl looks extremely distressed, and she is running a shaking hand through her straight, auburn hair tied tightly in a bun. "I'm sorry, he is very... busy at the moment. Can I take a-"
"Yes, you can take a message to him for me. We are preparing for a trial that could end his whole career. And if he's not careful, his time has a free man! Now let me inside, it is in his upmost interests, I assure you, that I speak to him immediately." The girl shuffles on the spot, nervously contemplating what to do. "He's in the basement, isn't he? Don't worry, I've seen it all before, I promise you won't be getting in any trouble."
This seems to calm her a little and she replies hesitantly "Okay..." with more than a hint of nervousness in her voice, before she opens the large woo den doors.
"Thank you." I say as I move in to the house, thankful to be away from the prying eyes of the reporters outside.

I follow the young, sexy maid through Jenkins' impeccably adorned mansion. Each room is covered in tapestries and paintings and statues, but I can't keep my eyes from focusing on the girl's wiggling butt in front of me, the lacy tops of her fishnet stockings peeking in and out of view as she moves through the large rooms. As she approaches the stainless steel door, she gives me a weary glance, before she punches in a PIN number on a number pad, making the door produce a series of loud clicking noises as it unlocked itself.

"New security measures?" I ask curiously, studying the steel door standing out like a sore thumb in Jenkins' library, the walls covered in mahogany shelves and brown, leather bound books.
"Mr. Jenkins felt it was necessary since... well, you know."
I smile politely, before she spins around and uses the weight of her small body to just pull open the very heavy door open. "Thank you, dear." I say, before I make my way down the woo den stairs into Jenkins basement, the young Maid following me down.

The new door to the basement hadn't been the only change since I last came down here. The basement was now very large, large enough that a whole crowd of people could sit here. Which they were, sitting on expensive leather sofas and sipping on champagne as they silently watch the scene being played out in front of them.

The concrete floor is littered, covered, in newspapers and glossy magazines- each one depicting the image of the same blonde-haired girl, usually underneath a huge headline filled with exclamation marks. One of the changes to the basement was the various assortments of rope, leather straps with cuffs at theirs ends and elaborate steel frames obviously designed to hold a person. I recognized immediately that Jenkins' had turned his basement into a bondage dungeon.

This was only made more obvious by the girl, the same girl from the magazines, hanging from the roof, a rough, old rope biting into the red skin around her wrists holding her limp frame. A steel bar had been put between her ankles, keeping her legs far apart so that only the tips of her toes were touching the ground. Her naked body was dirty and covered in sweat, almost every inch of it covered in red, raised stripes. Her long, blonde hair was matted and dripping wet from her own sweat, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was covered in tears. A nose hook had been put up her nostrils, her poor nose being pulled back in what looked like an extremely painful manner. But probably not nearly as painful as the two, large metal balls swaying from each of her breasts, the clips keeping them attached to her nipples biting so hard in to her skin that I thought I could see drops of blood. But that still probably wouldn't have been as painful as the dozen metal pegs that had been placed all over her crotch.

My eyes go wide, and my heart jumps into my mouth when I see Jenkins raise a leather riding crop in the air, bringing it down on the metal pegs. The clips begin to pop off and clatter onto the concrete floor, before a hideous, high-pitched ear popping scream emerges from the captive slave. With half the clips knocked off, a tiny, bruised and abused penis emerges into view, and I know that it is my client Charlie Morgan that is being tied up and tortured.

"Jenkins, what the hell are you doing!? You can't do that to another person!"
"The hell I can't Selfridge! She's my slave and I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her!"
"Christ, man, she's got to be in court in just over a month! How are you going to explain why she is covered in red stripes delivered from your fucking whip!"

It is clear in this moment that Jenkins is not listening to reason, and he just gives an enraged yell before he picks up the thickest, heaviest leather whip he can find and brings it down across Morgan's tits. The girl kicks and screams wildly before breaking down into a pathetic blubbering mess. "I don't have to explain a God-Damned thing!!" he screams at the top of his lungs, before bringing down another whip crack across Morgan's stomach, making her flail in the air, hanging only by her wrists for a moment, crying out in pain before breaking down into her blubbering again.

"Jenkins, I'm only trying to help you! Don't you understand that!?"
Jenkins is only half-listening to me, as he stomps around the room in sheer rage. "I thought I told you that I would meet you next week!"
"Dammit, this can't wait till next week! We have to prepare for this trial now! Your whole future is at stake!"
"Oh, is that right?" Jenkins says, spinning to face me, his eyes lit up. "Do you think I don't know that? Don't you think I have some sort of idea what I am doing!?!"
"Well I wish you would tell me about it. I'm only your lawyer!"

"Okay, that's a valid point, Mr. Selfridge." Jenkins takes a deep breath, collecting himself and his thoughts, carefully treading over the magazines covering the floor as he strolls over to Morgan, hanging by her wrists from the ceiling. As Jenkins talks, he runs his hands along the girlboy's body, making her whimper and pull back in pain every so often as Jenkins scratches her pained red stripes. "I have personally arranged for evidence to be presented in the form of impartial eyewitnesses to the fact that Morgan turned herself into a woman. We will argue that I had no indication that Morgan was a man when he signed to the Lingerie League."

"That doesn't explain why she became your sex slave! Or why you let her continue in the League even when you found about- about- that!" I yell, pointing a shaking finger at the small, shriveled and beaten penis of Morgan.
"There's no evidence that I ever had sex with Morgan or ever discovered her secret. I will say that while our relationship was sexual, it never involved sex or Morgan doing anything against her will. And there will be no one to contradict that statement."
"What about her!?"
"That's what I wanted to meet you about. You will not be calling Morgan to the Stand."

I almost jump when I hear the cracked and hoarse-sounding voice of Morgan scream "No! I want to speak! I want my own lawyer!"
"Shut up, Bitch! I thought I taught you to be silent!" Jenkins screams, his calm demeanor breaking in an instant as he brings down his thick leather whip cruelly on Morgan's back and ass, making her cry in pain, jumping around in her bonds before breaking down into a whimpering, blubbering mess dangling limply from the ceiling once again.

I can't help but pity Morgan as she writhes and struggles against her bonds. No matter what infractions she has committed, I didn't think anyone deserved the torture she was being subjected to. "Well, I tried to talk reason into you. If you really want to go through with this defense, I will do my best to make it succeed."
Jenkins stops, his whip paused in mid-air as he peers over his shoulder with a confused look, as if it takes a little extra effort to understand what I'm saying through the anger he was feeling. "Good, Selfridge, that's good." he says, before he produces another scream from his slave as he brings the whip down hard on Morgan's breasts, making her kick and scream and the large metal balls pulling at her breasts so painfully swaying back and forth.
I gulp, and play with my tie awkwardly, feeling more than a little uncomfortable at watching the abuse I was witnessing. "Well Jenkins, I better get going."
"Nonsense, the show is just beginning. Please, take a seat..." he says, waving a hand indicating the luxurious leather sofas dotted with Jenkins elderly group of friends, watching the spectacle in silence as they drank down their golden bubbly from fine crystal glasses. "Or perhaps you would like a blowjob? I have her practicing constantly. She's become quite good at it." Jenkins latest comment is supported quietly by a few of the older men sitting behind me.

I shuffle awkwardly, trying to look calm as I try to think of a polite way to get out of this situation. My mentor a long time ago had told me to never reject an offer from a client. To build trust, to build a relationship, to seem open and sympathetic. But I could see nothing sympathetic about what Jenkins was offering me to do. It was only when I see Jenkins' young new maid move from behind me, completely naked except for shiny black stilettos, a garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings, a Maid's hat and a 13 inch strap-on covered in metal studs did the words finally escape my lips "I might just stay and watch for a little bit."
"Very well." Jenkins says with an evil smile.

I struggle to find a spot on the comfortable, cool sofa, my eyes not wanting to move away from watching the beautiful naked maid, her free breasts bouncing up and down on her tight, nubile body as she moved behind the slave girl, now whimpering in fear, her eyes shooting wide open when she sees the huge strap-on, the metal studs glimmering under the stale, fluorescent light.

"Oh sir, Master, please! Not that! Anything but that!" Morgan screams in her cracked, broken voice.
"Shut up, you fucking whore!" Jenkins says, raising his arm far past his shoulder, before slapping the girls face with all his might, sending the body of the girl reeling backwards.
"Sir, please, I'm begging you, lube up the strap-on! Please lube it up, please! It's going to tear me in half!!"
"You never fucking learn, do you? If you don't shut your mouth, this instant, I'm going to fuck your ass with the woo den mop handle again! Do you want that, you slag!?! Do you want spend the months before you go to jail picking splinters out of your *******!?"

Morgan's face visibly turns paler when she hears about the mop handle, her mouth dropping open. it looks as if she is about to scream the word 'No; before she quickly bites her tongue and shakes her head rapidly, sending the long, dirty strands of her hair flying about.

"Good. Are you ready, Amanda?"
The young maid, carefully placing the huge, thick dildo in between Morgan's butt cheeks says softly and nervously "Yes sir, Mr. Jenkins."

Jenkins makes his way to a wrench in the wall, where the rough rope holding Morgan by the wrists is tied off. He cranks on the wrench a few times, slowly lowering her to the floor. She gives a loud sigh of relief as her feet finally plant themselves on the cold concrete. An assistant emerges from the shadows, wearing a black t-shirt and trousers, who wraps more thick rope around the poor girls elbows, forcing her shoulders back painfully, making her large, red-striped breasts jut out. Next, rope is looped through the silver ring hanging from the front of the slave's collar, which is quickly used to pull the girl into a bent position, making the girl grimace as the heavy weights sway underneath her mistreated breasts, before the rope is tied off to the metal bar keeping the girls legs apart.

"She's ready, Mr. Jenkins." The faceless man says, looking over the bent over and bound slave, before disappearing back into the shadows of the basement.
Jenkins walks slowly around the girl, running his sweaty hands across her golden, striped skin before stepping in front of her. "Here's the latest game we're going to play, you useless fucking whore." He says calmly. "My new maid is going to fuck you raw. She is going to fuck you hard and deep and those big, metal studs are going to make sure you walk funny for a month. While she is fucking your brains out, while my friends masturbate to you having your brains fucked out, you are going to read aloud, every single one of these articles that tell the world that you are a stupid... slutty.... pathetic... girlboi. If you make a mistake, if you are incoherent, if you rush through, I will make you start again. Understand, you dumb bitch?" The girl simply nods behind her wide, teary, frightened eyes. "Good. You may begin!"

The show starts with a forceful thrust from the sexy maid and a high-pitched, shrill screaming that made you want to cover your ears. The maid struggled to force the huge, studded dildo up past the girl's tight butt hole, making the slave squirm and grimace and cry out with every little forceful movement from the fat dildo invading her ass.

"Read God-dammit! Read how you are ruining me! Read how you are costing me millions!!" Jenkins screams, bringing down the leather whip in his hand hard across the girl's back, only resulting in more wild flailing and desperate, pained cries.
In her cracked, dry voice, Morgan begins to stammer between her blood-curdling screams "The world is in shoc- AAAAHH!!- in shock today after it was reve- AAAAAAHH!!- that Cindy Morgan, star player and face of the Ling- AAAAAHH!!- Lingerie League was actually born Charlie Morgan. AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

The maid grabs Morgan's wide hips and begins to slowly thrust in and out of the slave's ass, making the naked young girl's perky breasts and pointy nipples jump up and down, while the slave squealed and bucked against her bonds underneath her. The maid struggles to get the huge, thirteen inch studded dildo in and out past the girl's ring, and it is only when Jenkins moves behind her, grabbing the naked girl by the hips and begins thrusting in and out in unison with her does the huge phallus manage to bury itself in to Morgan's ass, the slave screaming until her voice broke as the metal dildo went up her butt to the hilt.

"Don't stop reading, Bitch, we don't want to be here all night!" Jenkins screams over Morgan's howls of pain.

For a brief moment, Morgan looks up through teary, bloodshot eyes, as if looking for any sort of help or sympathy. It is only in this moment do I turn to the people sitting next to me. Some are kissing and fondling each other as they watch the girl's torture, some are stroking their hard cocks standing proudly through the zipper of their expensive trousers. Whatever the case, there is no sympathy here. Morgan's glance is quickly broken as Jenkins pulls out the maids strap-on all the way to the tip, before thrusting his body against her, until the thirteen inch dildo plunges back down to the hilt, resulting in another round of ear-splitting screams.

"Is it fair- AAAAAAAAHH!!!- or is it fraud for a She- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!- SheMale to play football? The trial- AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! that decides Morgan's fate starts in two months- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

It would be a long couple of months...