Sarah strips James!

Sarah clutched the ball tightly as she walked up to the wiry, dark-haired frat boy that Chet had introduced as James, looking down at him as he smirked up at her, his eyes openly wandering over her naked body. “Let’s see how you like slinking back to your frat-boy bungalow with your dick in your hand,” she growled. She scooted down, trapping the basketball beneath her legs, before abruptly grabbing his green shorts and pulling them, along with his boxers, down to the court. He didn’t seem the slightest bit ashamed as his cock sprung up, bobbing slightly in the sunlight, pointing, it almost seemed, towards Sarah’s face. He was definitely smaller than Drew, but… not by as much as she’d hoped. About an average girth, but a solid seven inches in length.

A frown crossed her face. She had hoped he would be smaller, that she could mock him for that. She was going to need to come up with something else. But before she could, James spoke up:

“Tryin’ to figure out how you’re gonna fit it all in your mouth?”

Her eyes snapped to his amidst the chorus of laughs from his fellow DKM douchebags. The moment in which she should have fired back some retort slipped by, and James pressed the advantage, leaning in towards her before saying, “It's okay, I believe in you. You look well-practiced.” Another round of hooting followed from the other guys, and Sarah felt her cheeks burn. “But don’t worry, I won’t be making you swallow my cum. I have a better plan.” His hand shot out and caressed a little hair off of Sarah’s face. “And it’s gonna make a hell of a picture for our Wall of Shame.”

Sarah snatched his hand and sprung to her feet, looming over him. “I hope that fantasy’ll keep you warm as you walk back to your little frat boy basement, “ she hissed, “because this is the last time you’re ever touching me.” Then she heard a ball bouncing and realized her mistake. She turned too late and could only turn and watch as Drew turned and sunk an 18-foot jumper, Derrick smirking back at her from the spot where she’d left the ball.

The loudest chorus of cheers yet burst from the onlookers; Sarah stared numbly at the ball where it bounced upon the court, coming to a rest as Drew stepped into her field of vision, stooping to scoop up the ball before turning to walk towards her, his eyes locked upon hers, a hungry smile sitting upon his lips, his cock still hard and seeming to stretch towards her. She felt a stinging slap to her bare backside; evidently James thought her cause was lost enough to take that liberty, but she was too mired in her own thoughts to reprimand him.

“Maybe if you get on you knees right now,” she heard Gary suggesting as he not-too-subtly stared at her breasts, “and admit you’re no match for DKM, and beg us to let you off the hook, we’ll spare you the DKM gangbang you have coming.”

“Of course, you’d have to beg really hard,” Derrick added, closing the circle around her a little more.

“And each one of us would have to agree,” added Chet.

“But maybe, if you put that mouth of yours to good use,” James said with a smirk, sliding a hand slowly up and down his straining shaft as if she might not understand just what he was proposing, “You could convince us to spare you for the moment."

“And, of course, we’d be taking a picture for our Wall of Shame.” It was Chet again. “I’ve got a feeling ‘covered in five loads of DKM cum’ will be a good look for you. But, hey, you’d avoid being marked… Unless you ended up begging us to fuck you anyway.”

Drew stepped in next to Chet, offering her the ball. “Or you can take your shot and face the finale you’ve earned.” He was smirking, too, but his voice was oddly soft. He seemed to be rooting for her to continue the game they'd begun. Which made sense.

Sarah felt like her face was on fire. Humiliating visions flashed through her head of both the three-man gangbang she was facing if she missed the shot (and it was not one of her better shots) and herself on her knees, using her hands and her mouth to satisfy all five of these douchebags. At the same time, as she looked about the circle, seeing the desire with which all five were staring at her, she found she had never felt so sexy or, in an odd way, so powerful. She had never been quite so thoroughly the center of attention like this.

Felicia had crept closer too, she saw. Her brow was furrowed, as if there was something about this that worried her, but all in all she seemed… somewhat less shocked than Sarah would have suspected. But then, Felicia had already been publicly plowed by one of these douchebags, so maybe it would take more to surprise her.

Sarah had a decision to make. She could save herself the indignity of having one or more of these frat boys fuck her. On the other hand, if she took her shot, she could at least send two of them home with blue balls; thinking about it that way, she still had some power here, and was not just some helpless fuck-toy. And maybe she would make the shot. She could still win this game yet…