In the team locker room

As the final quarter was underway, Susi and Silke made use of the backstage passes they’d gotten from Mia. The two pretty 20-year-old fans of their favorite team (the opposing one) sneaked into the empty locker room.

“Oh my God, it smells so much like men in here…,” Susi whispered excitedly, immediately burying her nose in one of the worn jerseys, still damp with sweat. Silke moved on and greedily sniffed a player’s underwear she’d fished out of a locker. The strong, musky scent of cock, sweat, and old cum made both girls wet.

Mia had cheered them on: “Take selfies! Whatever you want.” So the two posed in front of the lockers, held used jockstraps up to their faces, and even playfully licked the sweaty jerseys. They rummaged through more lockers—forbidden, absolutely taboo, but that’s exactly what made it so hot. Mia photographed everything with her phone.

Suddenly, the door flew open. Two burly groundskeepers stormed in.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

The girls were grabbed immediately. The men were prepared—they’d gotten the tip from Lisa and Mia. With sturdy, padded handcuffs, Susi and Silke were tied with their backs to two opposing locker room benches, their arms pulled high above their heads, their legs slightly spread.

“You little snoops… the team will decide what happens to you,” growled one of the groundskeepers, stuffing thick, red ball gags into both their mouths. The straps were tightened.

The second one laughed lewdly: “And so they don’t scream… and because it fits so perfectly—why don’t you put the mascot heads on them!”

The two large, fluffy wolf heads were placed over the girls’ heads. Now they sat there: bound, gagged, with giant mascot heads on their shoulders, their faces completely hidden. Only their rapid, panicked breathing could be heard.

The janitors left the room noisily, shouting, “Lucky for us that Susi sent us a warning! We’re out of here!”

No sooner had the door closed than Lisa and Mia emerged from their hiding spot in the showers. Both were grinning widely.

“Perfect,” whispered Lisa. “Now they’re ours.”

They stepped in front of the two tied-up girls. Slowly, they stripped them of their clothes—first the tight tops, then the jeans, the shoes. Susi and Silke were now wearing only tiny thongs and bras. Those disappeared too.

Two completely naked, young bodies now sat tied up and wearing mascot heads on the benches.

Lisa took a thick black marker and wrote on Susi’s body:

“Public restroom slut – pussy & ass free for the team”

On her tits: “Cum target”

Above her shaved pussy: “Use me hard”

On Silke, Mia wrote:

“Mascot-pussy-**** – Only for winners’ cocks”

On her ass cheeks: “Fuck me raw” and “Ass first”

Across her stomach: “Team cum collector”

Then they set the timers on the handcuffs.

“15 minutes until the end of the game,” Lisa said quietly. “Then the guys won’t come into the locker room for at least 25 minutes.” She grinned wickedly and set Susi’s timer to 95 minutes. She set Silke’s timer to only 90 minutes.

Both girls frantically tugged at their restraints, moaning muffled sounds through their gags, the mascot heads wobbling helplessly. Their naked bodies were already glistening with sweat and arousal; the obscene inscriptions glowed on their skin.

Jan slipped into the locker room shortly after Lisa and Mia and set up four small, high-resolution cameras in a flash: one directly across from each bench, one from above for wide shots, and two close-ups of the girls’ spread legs. Everything was streaming live on Lisa’s OnlyFans account—with several thousand viewers already tuning in.

Mia knelt down, grinning, between the spread thighs of the two bound girls. Time to get you properly prepared, you little snoops. She squeezed thick, cool lube onto her fingers and spread it generously over both holes—first on the smooth, already wet pussies, then she slowly circled around the tight assholes. Susi and Silke twitched and moaned muffledly into their ball gags, the mascot heads wobbling helplessly. Then Mia took out two small, egg-shaped vibrators, set them to medium speed, and pushed them slowly but deeply into the girls’ dripping-wet pussies. The vibrating eggs disappeared completely; only the thin retrieval strings hung out. The girls whimpered loudly, their hips twitching involuntarily.

Finally, Mia spread a special, extremely slippery and slightly warming lotion all over their bodies—over their tits, bellies, thighs, and asses. The girls’ skin now glistened as if oiled, every muscle shimmered, and the obscene marker inscriptions glowed even brighter on the slippery skin.

“Lucky that the marker is permanent,” Mia laughed softly and ran her hand over Susi’s marked breasts once more. Just before the final whistle of the game, Mia and Jan gathered their things. Then they left the room.

Silke and Susi were completely baffled. What just happened here?

Outside in the hallway, out of earshot, they paused briefly. Mia grinned at Jan. “And what if the guys don’t lose?” Jan shrugged and smiled coldly. “Then we’ve lost €100,000. And the winning team gets two really hot sluts to fuck—for free and with no limits. But… if they lose, we’ll collect €300,000 from the bookie. The odds after the halftime glitch were just too good. Everyone bet heavily on the team to win.”

Mia and Jan looked at each other and laughed wickedly, quietly, and contentedly. “No matter how it turns out,” said Mia, “Susi and Silke win either way.” They disappeared into an adjoining room to watch the final via livestream—while in the locker room, two naked, slippery, vibrating girls with mascot heads, obscene inscriptions, and legs spread wide waited helplessly.

The timers ticked.

One minute left until the end of the game.